It's so much more than just a mistake.
It wasn't a mistake when you opened the door and let her in.
It was not "bad judgment" that made you delete every conversation you have with her.
It was not a mistake when you chose to talk to her every single day and continuously lied straight to my face whenever I asked who you were talking to.
Your continuous betrayal was not a one-time mistake - that was a choice you made every day.
A continuous choice to abandon us.

So I stopped asking questions;
I stopped digging deeper.
Because you don't see the world as I do,
and it's more clear to me now,
that you don't see yourself at all.