It was a waste of time… and tears.
Our whole relationship had been a lie, and I should just get over that, but I couldn’t. When you come home to your husband kissing your sister, there isn’t much on your mind except get me out of here, this has to be a nightmare, and yet I was crying over him. I had always been faithful, which is what he asked of me.
He didn’t deserve my faithfulness.
He didn’t deserve my tears.
He didn’t deserve my love.
But he deserves my sister, she is a hooker.
I deserve to forget.