If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

That’s what I kept repeating to myself, laying on my bed, on a Friday night after finding out that he cheated on me. For hours I cried, but then I realized that I shouldn’t have to go through this pain alone and that this pain is something that should be shared. If he couldn’t love me, I wouldn’t allow him to love anyone else. The night that he betrayed my trust and selfishly ended our relationship was the night I started planning on how I would end his life.