Maybe I'm getting mad.
How did you feel when you were talking to me without presenting yourself as the whole truth in front of me? How did it feel when you say loving words to me, being so fresh from your secret's bedsheet? How did it feel like to start having one thing you don't really share with me? How did it feel when you cheated on me?
How could you wait for that long before telling me? Were you able to celebrate Christmas with her and that's the reason?
Maybe it was my fault after all.