In the beginning, I didn’t veiw him as a suspect. I actually looked up to him. I wanted to be more like him cause I thought he was this amazing person who lived his life right. Then he started judging me for things I did and I come to find out later that he did the same thing. So as time went on, I became paranoid and bitter because I couldn’t tell the difference between him being genuine or projecting his insecurities on me. After he cheated I chose to stay and sometimes forgiving him was easy and other times it was really hard. So I do agree and I can see how he probably did get tired of being accused, which I totally understand. There’s moments where I think that this is what I needed because it wasn’t fair to him to be accused all the time and it wasn’t fair to me to be stressed because I couldn’t trust him. I’m just so sad that it didn’t work out. And I still love him and want to be with him but I don’t know if it’s even worth it to try because when I’m calm I start to think about how much I want him to happy and we’re so young. I want him to channel his energy into doing things that he loves and I want to do the same. I just wish we could share it.