Once you have committed such a crime against humanity (and please do not try to excuse this as anything less, as that is exactly what it is, unless this has already been mutually agreed upon beforehand then it is the grossest violation of trust) then suffering is the only inevitable outcome.
If you stay in the relationship, your SO will suffer as if the relationship ever meant anything in the first place, and he is not placated by superficialties, he will easily be able to tell something is wrong and will eventually get it out of you. If he is really so shallow as to not notice then perhaps it is better for you to suffer instead, no need to ruin two lives instead of one, but if you are despicable enough to allow yourself to fall into this situation in the first place then something tells me you don’t truly care what they feel no matter what you tell yourself.
If you leave without telling him, then they will grieve over your loss and potentially never move on from that place. They may live out their lives wondering what went wrong. And if you tell them, the anguish may eventually consume them and drive them to acts of madness.
I do not know what other people are like. I can only speak for myself. There are some very sensitive people in this world. They may consider themselves strong, but with the one person they feel they can trust above all else, they will lower all barriers, all pretense and all resistance. There could have been no lies and no secrets between us. She knew everything about me, and I most things about her. Even things her ex-spouse of over a decade never knew. Nothing could withstand such intimacy. I sometimes wonder if most people have ever known what real love feels like in the first place. Although I sometimes question how my own could have been so seemingly fragile and immature.
She never even did it with me. It was in her past. I knew it wouldn’t happen again. But the fact that she was capable was enough. I couldn’t put it out of my mind. I couldn’t lie to myself or to her, and I couldn’t live with the implications. I couldn’t choose how to feel, and I couldn’t tell myself I was okay with it despite the fact that the time I spent with her was the happiest I have ever known.
I will never understand you people. It’s almost as if you don’t feel or think at all. And if you do, then I damn well hope you have to suffer for that mistake for every moment of your lives. I hope it haunts you as you sleep and you know no peace. Because that’s pretty much how I feel. The worst part of it is, you probably feel a hell of a lot better about it than I do. The burden of empathy and a conscience seems too steep right now. I have seen this shit play out so many countless times in the same damn ways over all the years I have lived and I’m just tired of it now.
I thought I was better than this, but in the end, maybe I wasn’t. I will never understand how people can be so deceitful and so hurtful, and act out in such rash and self-serving ways; especially towards the one person they are supposed to cherish above all else in the world. I am only just learning how to live with the lasting effects of this pain, and I as I feel right now, I would quite happily wipe the lot of you from the face of the Earth for the sake of future generations, if it wasn’t for the fact that despite all the years’ worth of accumulated rage and disillusionment, I still care too much about people in general to do so.
I’m just through with it.