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My Toxic Ex Just Had a Baby With My Cousin
I’m fine — really. Or am I?
“I can’t believe you honestly think I would do something like that. Of course, I’m not messing around with your cousin. Besides the fact she is not my type and way too young, I would never stoop that low. Yes, I understand it’s hard to believe after everything I put you through, but you must believe me, Jude.”
It was hard not to believe him. His expression of shock, pain, and disbelief was real.
So, for the last time in my life, I gobbled up his lies. I guess because I didn’t want to be true. Our relationship already resembled a badly written Jerry Springer episode — “My fiance has been living a double life for five years, I’m canceling the wedding!” — and now, while we were finally breaking up for good, I didn’t want to have to go through another drama.
I was more annoyed that he called me Jude instead of Judith — using my nickname felt too intimate now that our love was gone. I shrugged.
“Look, maybe you’re telling the truth, and nothing is going on right now, but you are playing with fire. Please don’t mess with my family. Don’t make things worse than they already are.”
And even though I acted as if I believed him, my gut told me otherwise. My biggest mistake in our relationship was ignoring my…
