Tom and I are both guilty of pointing fingers and playing the victim in our relationship. I can repeat ten times over that I don't condone my infidelity and that two wrongs don't make a right, ever. To set the record straight: I did have an emotional/sexual affair with someone years ago and I did sleep with Jax. Tom cheated with five girls in five and a half years.
In hindsight, it's obvious that Tom and I should have broken up a long time ago. We both had so much resentment; there really was no bouncing back. For so many years, I didn't feel like his girlfriend. I felt like his mom, his personal assistant, his maid. I focused more on his day-to-day then I did my own. He didn't have a car for a year at a time on two separate occasions, so it was my job to make sure he could get around, even if it meant sacrificing my own schedule. I would make sure he was up in the morning, on time for appointments. I would open his mail, pay the bills, clean the house and basically wipe his a--. I'm aware that these were choices that I made and I wasn't forced into them, but I cared about him so much that I was willing to sacrifice my happiness to make his life easier. The fun and the attraction dissipated over time and it felt like more of a business arrangement than a relationship.