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I ignored her and just kept walking.
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Some people might think I should’ve forgiven them. That holding onto anger would only hurt me. But here’s the thing they don’t tell you about forgiveness: you don’t owe it to people who shattered you. You don’t have to absolve someone just because they’re sorry after facing consequences.
So to anyone out there dealing with betrayal, with people who’ve shattered your trust and broken your heart: you don’t owe them forgiveness. You don’t owe them understanding. You don’t owe them anything except distance.
Let karma do its job. It’s better at it than you’d think. And focus on rebuilding yourself. Because that’s the best revenge, anyway.
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If this story moved you, here’s another one about how a man cheated on his wife with their neighbor: For 12 years, I believed my husband was faithful and my neighbor was my best friend. I was wrong about both of them, and the way I found out shattered me. But what I did next? That saved me… and taught them a lasting lesson.
I looked at my sister. At the man I’d promised to love forever. At the life they’d built on the ruins of mine.
Then I turned and walked away.
I don’t remember driving home. One minute I was at the party, the next I was sitting in my driveway, staring at our house. Mason’s house now, I guess.
Inside, I destroyed every wedding photo we had. I ripped our marriage certificate in half. I threw his clothes off the balcony and into the yard. When I ran out of things to destroy, I just sat on the kitchen floor and cried until there was nothing left.
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My phone rang. My mother. I didn’t answer.
It rang again. My father. I ignored it.
Text messages poured in. Cousins, friends, people I hadn’t talked to in years, were all suddenly very concerned about whether I was okay.
I wasn’t okay. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be okay again.
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Mason didn’t come home that night. He had probably already moved into Delaney’s place, playing house with her and the baby.
I cried myself to sleep on the couch, still wearing the dress I’d worn to the party.
The next morning, my phone woke me up. It was buzzing so violently it fell off the coffee table.
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