There are no mistakes

He’s gone. The man I have loved for 20 years, the good part of him, the part that still wanted to be a good man, has gone. In his place is the man who can not tell the truth to save his life. The one who takes the truth and twists it into something resembling the truth, something that I think he truly believes is the truth. But it’s not. Thank God I have kept records of all of the emails and texts we have shared over the past few years and…