The worst betrayal isn’t always what they did

 He was never going to tell you.

You had to find out on your own. And that’s what hurts the most.

Not the lie itself.. but the silence. The fact that he was willing to keep going like nothing ever happened. Smiling at you. Saying “I love you.” Letting you trust him, knowing full well he was hiding something.

You keep thinking, If I hadn’t found out… he never would’ve told me.

And that thought breaks you.

It makes you question everything.. every memory, every word, every promise.

Were any of them real? Or was it all just a disguise to keep you close while he kept the truth buried?

It’s a lonely kind of pain.

Not everyone will understand it. But if you’ve been there, you know.

The worst betrayal isn’t always what they did.

It’s that they didn’t even respect you enough to be honest.