I know what I did was wrong, so let me just say that I was young and we are all imperfect.

I outed my ex’s bi-curious sexuality. I told his macho step brother and all of Facebook. It completely ruined his reputation. Everyone in his family treated him differently. He was so hurt that his macho step-brother stopped hanging out with him and didn’t trust him around his kids.

He lied to me throughout our entire relationship, about so many things. I never knew the real him because he faked who he was to everyone, but the worst thing to me was that he was being fake with me. And we lived together. So when I found out about his lies? He tried to gaslight me, and tell me I was crazy because I was “too upset” about it. And that he lied to me to “avoid an argument.” I wasn’t upset that he had a past, I was pissed that the person whom he portrayed to be was a complete lie.

One lie after another to everyone, including me. So I decided that the lies should stop. I got my reprieve. It felt good. Really, really good.

Would I do it again? No, I’ve grown since then. Do I feel bad about what I did? No, because even when we finally broke up he said to me “I lied to you more times than I can count.”

I talked to him one year after we broke up to get off the lease. He said he was in recovery for his addictions and that he is more transparent with the truth now. So I guess that some good came out of it, for the both of us.