I hope the door hits you on your way out.

Once, is forgivable. Twice, is fucking stupid. But the third time? Baby, three strikes and you're out. 

Said you're going with your boys today and
"Don't worry cause I'll be home late"
But I know you're cheatin' out there, creepin',
You've been freakin' babe
So let me tell you how it's going to be
And you can run game but not on me boy
So who the hell are you trying to kid?

Men underestimate women and our ability to seek information. Information is power. That day, the information that came my way about him was the last straw. It gave me strength to do something with confidence. 

Never in my life have I kicked anyone out of my house or anyone else's house. But that day I did. Out of the house, and out of my life. And it was one of my proudest moments. 

I may be kind and polite. I may be forgiving. I may look past the shitty things people do to me sometimes. But the day you push me to my limit, that is the day that I will finally look at you and say "Get the hell out of my face." 

Little things don't bother me. You can make a joke about me, and I will probably laugh about it. You can tell me white lies and even when I know you're lying I'll keep quiet about it. You can treat me badly an I might put up with it. But I can only laugh for so long, or keep quiet for so long, or put up with crap from people for so long. But cheating on me? That is probably the one thing I will not take. 

Usually, I get up and walkaway. This time? I chose to kick the asshole out of my life. Power, and control.