The Discard Phase

When I found the number I was mortified, instantly I ran upstairs to the bathroom and asked 'Why is ___ number in your phone?' and his face made the expression only of a man defeated. I went back to our room and he took ages to come downstairs and face what I had found.

He eventually came downstairs and I striked him.

He said very little till now I cannot remember him uttering one word, no explanation, no apology just his which presence which left and returned to the room. Then suddenly he reached for his money and keys and went to the car got in and said he was leaving.

I got into the car and he told me another lie about how he came to possess the number

'You're lying please just tell me' I pleaded at this point he began to beat his head into his steering wheel 

'I've told you I've fucking told you' 

After around an hour of getting no where I returned inside I was crying and he was silent he said not one word showed no empathy or sympathy.

He got dressed and said 

'I'm going to look for a new car'

And left.

Buying a new car became more important than consoling me the girl he apparently 'loved',

when I first caught him courting another girl behind my back the first thing I did was comfort him before my self, I always put him before me and he wasnt prepared to do the same.

I was abandoned.

My brother came to pick me up I came home, for the next few days we both mutually attempted some reconciliation and then I opened an email which read

'I dont want it any more we dont work we will never work'

  

Naturally I begged and pleaded 

'Please' 'Give me a chance' 'I gave you a chance' 'What did I do wrong?' 

But why was why I pleading? Why did I feel like I had to be given a chance because I had done nothing wrong.

We met up once to sort out a personal matter and when I got in the car he looked evil his face looked so unpleasant to the point that I found it hard to even look at him because it wasnt the guy I fell in love with.
I asked 'Are you glad were over' to which he replied 
'I'm not here to answer questions'

He stopped talking to me cut all contact changed his number.

And then he turned up at my house 

in a new car with new clothes new tattoos and he looked different back to the old guy I had met slimmer fresher like a new person not the person I knew and thought I loved.
He was the same yet so different.

It was as if he had pressed the reset button on himself.

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