I . . . don't really know how to feel right now.
I don't mind that this is a thing. What I do mind is that it took you so long to tell me, because, whether you realize it or not, it makes a huge difference with us. Telling me over four months after the fact is a huge blow. If you'd told me straight up, there wouldn't have been any blow at all. I would have gone into things prepared to react accordingly, but . . . you didn't.
I did have my suspicions about it before. There were a few hints here and there, but I trusted you enough to believe that you would have told me about it. And now it feels like you've betrayed that trust. And I know you didn't mean to. And I don't care any less about you than I did a day ago. But that's exactly the problem.
I don't know what this means for us. My natural instinct is to just give up hope, to suddenly push you away and draw further into myself. But it's thanks to you that I'm able to avoid doing that immediately. I've really been working on that with you. And that just leaves me even more confused about how to feel. So, for now . . . I guess I'll just wait and see.
I do love you.
But now I don't know whether or not that's a good thing.
(Version 2.0) Dear Anonymous,
Well, for the sake of honesty, I'm not going to sugarcoat it. Not telling me that for so long was an incredibly shitty thing to do. And it wasn't just that you neglected to tell me, but that you said things rather contrary to it and essentially led me on for over four months. It wouldn't have been an issue if you'd told me from the start. The fact that it's a thing doesn't bother me at all, it's that you didn't tell me. If I'd known from the start, I could have gone into our times together prepared with that, but I didn't get that chance. Telling me this far in is more than just a bit of a blow. While I did have my suspicions about it at first, I trusted you enough to believe that you'd tell me something like that. And now . . . it just kind of feels like you betrayed that trust. Which, for me, sets off so many things that love to run through my mind. It feels like you trivialized me. That I was just kind of there and didn't really matter in the long run. My first instinct is to push you away and draw further into myself. I've done it before. But I have been trying so hard to get past that, and thanks to you I have really been doing better with it. You've tried to reassure me time and time again about these things, and I'm trying so hard to trust that. But now it feels like you've just been telling me that because you knew at some point it might all come into play like this. It makes me look at everything from a different perspective, one I don't really want to see it from for the most part. And I just really don't know how to feel. Now, do I believe all of this shit running through my mind? Not entirely. I do believe that you care to some extent, and that you didn't want to hurt me. But the thoughts and feelings are still there now, regardless.
I've said before that you've never done anything even close to hurting or disappointing me, but this . . . it hurts in a whole different way.