Cut of my lips

"Y-you are just d-drunk," I uttered when he got tired of slapping me.

He is just drunk; he doesn't know what he is doing. He is just angry because I slept with a man and broke our promise. He is in pain because of what I did. I find him grabbing his hair and looking out the window painedly. I realize that his anger is coming from a place of hurt and betrayal, and my heart aches for him despite the pain he has caused me.

"What did you just say?" He asked with annoyance.

"I forgive you," I said.

He took a heavy step towards me. "You have nothing to forgive you; I should be the one who will forgive." He pointed a finger at me.

"You are nothing but a slutty, whore, and unfaithful girlfriend!" He said and burst out of the room.

He left again, and I was left alone. I looked out the window. I saw my reflection. Messy hair, chapped lips, and flushed and wet cheeks. I'm devastated. It never occurred to me that I would end up in this situation. We used to be a happy couple. I should not th