When we got back to the hotel, we were making plans to go to dinner, and I started to break down.
He said he knew something was wrong and that I wasn't acting like myself. But he didn't want to bring it up in public and made me sit down and talk to him.
I started the conversation by telling him that I feel cheated. Throughout the past week, he's been asking me to pinpoint my feelings and aside from anger, hurt, sadness, I'd been having a hard time identifying a good way to describe the way I feel...and finally I came to the conclusion that cheated is the absolute best way to describe it.
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