The End of Trust

After eight years with my ex, it ended in June when she left for good. She found out about me and someone else right before we were set to renew our vows. The affair wasn't much; a quick thing behind closed doors after work while everyone's busy. But betrayal is betrayal no matter how small. I had this secret place at the office, tucked away in unused classrooms where I’d go for solitude, same room she found me with him. It's strange, thinking about it now from afar, it felt almost therapeutic, like writing in a journal, pouring out my inner doubts without real consequence. But there was no notebook left behind; just another person who'd be hurt by the truth.