--> Of all the terrible things I saw as possibilities in my future, being cheated on was never one of them. I always figured I wasn't attractive enough to have to worry about cads who couldn't keep it in their pants – anyone who wanted to be with me would, by necessity, be too good a person to cheat. He would be with me because he truly loved who I was, and he would never want to (or be able to) do anything to hurt me that badly. Obviously, I was wrong. Either about the caliber of man who would seriously date me or about how people’s intentions control their actions, or both. Whichever I was so incorrect about, the facts are now clear: I’m not immune. And it’s partly the shock of learning this that has made it so hard for me to face what’s happened and move on. I have whole weeks (like last week) where I’m mostly okay. I go on dates, act whole and human, then come home and text with my ex and get sad, but then I go to bed and I’m still mostly okay.
Life after Gastric Bypass surgery