I just found a picture of my boyfriend’s ex in his wallet.
It was in SM department store and he was about to pay the cashier, when he was carefully concealing from me the insides of his wallet. Too unfortunate for him I managed to peak through, and whoala! There’s the ex-gf’s pic!
I’m not one for public tantrum scandals, but I am telling you now, we had some pretty gory details because of my discovery of the wallet-size picture. And you just won’t believe every lame excuse that he gave. It insults me more that he cannot come up with a decent alibi. That he just changed wallets just recently… That he didn’t mind putting that image off the wallet, etc. It perfectly gives me the unneccessary stress!
In all fairness, and I say this with honest conviction, in its truest form I believe my boyfriend is not cheating on me – that we do not have a third party affair involved here. What I do not know (I guess I do know now), is if he isn’t cheating with his heart. You know, secretly… I am quite sure there isn’t any communication going on between him and that girl but there is the obvious possibility that he still has feelings for her. Oh, damn.
To realize that takes me into thinking, do I really hate him because he may still have some sentiments for her, or do I simply despise the fact that I cannot change the fact that it’s all in the past.
If there is one thing people in a relationship has to deal with, it is accepting the fact that we cannot ever change the past, or even control the repercussions it has brought in the present.
People fuss about the past because they feel hopeless that there isn’t anything they can do about it.
I am smart enough to embrace the history – all that past relationships that grew in number. Hehe. What’s killing me though is that the roots of the past continue to creep on his heart.
And boy, does it suck.