Have You Ever

  For more than five years , I had been with him. And for more than five years , he had kept me just out of sight—not fully hidden, but never fully acknowledged either. No cute couple posts, no public declarations, no “Facebook official” label. I convinced myself it was just how he was. Maybe he valued privacy. Maybe he just didn’t care about social media. Maybe I just didn’t want to see the truth. Then, one seemingly normal day, everything unravelled. I posted something and tagged him—nothing dramatic, just something small. But within minutes, she messaged me. Confused. Caught off guard. She had no idea he had a girlfriend. And she had been sleeping with him for the past three months. It wasn’t just the affair itself that stung—it was the absolute slyness of it. The way he had so comfortably, so effortlessly , juggled us both. He wasn’t anxious, wasn’t cautious—he simply wasn’t worried . Not about being caught. Not about the consequences. Not about hurting either of us. He...