Likewise, I don't want another man who is quick to stray or addicted to a female company.
I NEEDED TO CHANGE.
The way I found out the truth about everything seemed evil. The road felt so icky, so fucked up and dangerous to my wellbeing that it made me wonder hadn't it been better left undiscovered, buried under the ground. But it was inevitable.
I needed to deal with some old issues of mine.
I needed to change my way of living to finally start attracting the kind of men I had been dreaming about. Not the kinds I was meeting and trying to fix.
I didn't give the relationship the real me anyway, and he mirrored the scraps I was willing the gamble with.
My whole organism sensed something was up. Something was not working for us anymore. I was sick of living in denial of the reality. Not about his actions (which damn hurt) - but my life was out of sync with my own values. The person he was only mirrored the person I had become. The reflection wasn't pretty.
And another woman too.
Today (October, 2016), the past is forgiven and the present shows me clearly I am no longer wanted as a girlfriend. Friend maybe. Does it bother me? No. Mm, not like before. At last. Love remains. Whether he is the kind who transformed and is to be trusted now, I don't know. I didn't get the chance to discover.
However, I changed.
His new relationship is not going great. Sometimes it makes me sickly happy, other times I compassionately wish he'd do something about this viscious cycle of meeting the same lost women.