He cheated first. I found out. Instead of leaving, I stayed and plotted revenge. I slept with his friend. I wanted him to feel what I felt. He found out. He was devastated. But I did not feel victory. I felt dirty. I felt like I had lowered myself to his level. Now we are both broken, not even. Revenge cheating is not empowerment. It is self-poisoning. Have you ever betrayed someone to hurt them back? Did it heal you or hollow you?
