From this point onwards, 22nd January 2019, I will always be broken. I will always think there’s something wrong with me. I will never believe I’m good enough anymore.
Everything the last 8.5 years have given me are now tainted through a vale of betrayel. Every kind gesture, every word, scrutinised for the adulterer lurking below the surface.
A son will always turn out like his father, apparently its true.
Everything gone for someone you don’t even know if you’ll have a future.