I was never confused about Painter’s decision to end the relationship. Although I was hurt and sad, I was never confused. I understood.
How quick we are to believe the worst about people we don't actually know because we want to believe the best about the people we love.
SpaghettiSam asks, "What has changed in this person so that the next time a crisis occurs or they aren’t feeling loved and special they don’t opt to go fuck another person?"