Yes, I was a human placeholder. The good guy that came to a girl’s rescue after her bad boy, the one she picked, abused her, cheated on her, gambled, used drugs, or lived like a criminal.
I was that man who never cheated, who did everything I could to build her back up. I gave her the confidence she lost. I put in the work to fix what another man broke.
And once she felt strong again, she would run straight into the arms of another bad boy. Then she would look me in the eye and tell me I was not good enough. She would give me the goodbye kiss and sprinkle it with a fake affirmation, “But I still love you.”
Not anymore.
I will never do that again.
Not this man.
