I posted a month ago about splitting with DP. We talked and talked and there was an agreement to both try harder and give it a real go.
Well this weekend he went to a festival with friends and family. I felt super uneasy all weekend, I just knew he would cheat.
He did. He admitted tonight on 2 occassions with the same girl not in their party.
Is it strange I feel more let down by his family as we were close?
I'm broken over what he's done but there's more of a wake up call feeling in there than there has been any other time we split or spoke of it. I don't feel frantic with dispair as I did before. Kind of a calm sadness coupled with disgust.
Am I going insane or is this how true splits go?
For reference we split for 6 months over 4 years ago now and for most of that time I was an anxious mess with a constant feeling of impending doom. This time, I obviously can't sleep (look at the time lol) but as I only found out tonight, that's to be expected.
I'm pissed off that the bastard let me cook for him and nurse him through his injuries from the "mosh pits"
Cunt