Cheaters have Main Character Energy Until You Don’t Care Anymore

Cheating: That Olympic sport of delusion. How one party suddenly becomes the Happiest, most Inspired, salad-eating, cologne-wearing version of themselves while committing emotional fraud.

You ever seen a cheater during the act? They literally GLOW Up. Skin clear. Playlist upgraded. Suddenly doing yoga and quoting Sadguru on Instagram and FB stories like:

“Sometimes you meet your soulmate in someone else’s bed.”

Uhhh... No Sir, that’s chlamydia. Not spiritual alignment. Calm Yo' ass down.

They start waking up early, working out, texting back on time (just not to you), and suddenly they’re “busy” discovering themselves... in somebody else’s panties. Truly a rebrand. Call Vogue, cause this joker waaay pass Cosmopolitan and trying to bust down GQ.

BUT HERE’S THE KICKER...

The second you—the one-devastated, sobbing, Google-searching and ChatGPT'ing “how to stop loving and survive a narcissist” partner— start not giving a damn anymore?

Now they’re a poet and channeling their Inner Basquiat, thowing paint at the walls and scribbling BS I love you's on shit.

Now it’s:

• “Wow, you changed.”

• “You act like you never loved me.”

• “So you really just gonna walk away like that?”

Uhhhh... YES, SIR. Because apparently, I needed to cheat on myself to stay with you, and I’m done being disloyal to Me.

Now they’re antagonizing you in group chats, subtweeting you with Bible verses, guilting you with gawds that you don't even serve (apparently, neith do they or we woulding be here), and having deep reflections like:

“Nobody’s perfect. ”Right, but everybody ain’t trifling either, Jackass.

And the irony? The person who had all the energy to sneak, cheat, lie, and gaslight now suddenly needs closure. HA! Closure?? You left your integrity in someone else’s nasty sheets. Gone on and get it from there, Sir.

Moral of the story: When the one who cheated can’t handle your healing, it was never about Love—it was always about Control.

And now that—You got peace. They got paranoia and memory loss. Poetic justice, Baby.

Mic drop.