If your partner throws their fucking phone on silent every time you walk in — they’re fucking cheating.
If they save a number under some fake-ass same-gender name — they’re fucking cheating.
If they tell someone else to call during the day when you ain't around — they’re hiding shit.
If they ghost their social media, it’s not for privacy — it’s to stalk what they’re craving behind your back.
If they block you online, they’re already building a life you’re not part of.
If they're out here sending flirty-ass emojis to the opposite sex, don’t lie to yourself — they’re crossing lines, slipping under sheets in their mind if not in their bed.
If they’re offering “free help” to people they shouldn’t even be thinking about, they’re already too invested.
If they refuse to walk with you in certain neighborhoods, duck their head like they’re ashamed — it’s because someone else they’re fucking knows the streets too well.
If they won’t even hold your damn hand in public — they ain’t proud of you, they’re embarrassed because they’re living a double life.
If they act like touching you is a burden, if they’re always “too tired” or “too stressed” to love you — it’s because someone else is draining them.
If they wipe call logs, delete messages, clear their goddamn history — they're hiding.
If they hand out their number like it's candy, smiling too fucking wide at strangers — they’re planting seeds behind your back.
When they "go into business" and offer favors for free — it’s not ambition, it’s a front for betrayal.
When they start disrespecting you like you're dirt under their feet, belittling your soul — that ain’t love, it’s resentment they don't even bother to hide anymore.
When every small fight is a reason for them to storm out, threaten to leave — they’ve already got an exit plan in their pocket.
When they tell your bedroom business like it’s a fucking joke — they’re spitting on the intimacy you thought was sacred.
When they slip their wedding ring off like it’s a shackle — that’s not freedom, that’s cheating screaming through their fingers.
When they choose fucking strangers over the person who wiped their tears, cheered their dreams — you’ve already lost them to the void.
When they leave you on read for hours or days, you already know someone else is hearing their good mornings, their sweet nothings.
When they’re sharing smiles and laughs with others behind your back — they’re feeding what they should have protected.
When they refuse to give up the bullshit that breaks your heart, gaslighting you into silence — they're protecting their own selfish fucking desires.
When they lie to their family, smear your name to their friends, saying you never gave enough — when in reality they rejected every ounce of love you offered —
it’s not confusion.
It’s not a mistake.
It’s fucking choice.
It’s betrayal by a thousand tiny cuts.
It’s disrespect that rots everything you built.
It’s cheating in spirit, body, soul.
And 100% —
They. Are. Fucking. Cheating.
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