前任出軌了,他在紀念週年的時候告訴我這件事
Dear Ex Who Cheated,
致：出軌的前任，It was the middle of Summer, and we were on a whirlwind two-month vacation across multiple destinations. Our current location: Aruba. We were celebrating our five-year anniversary, and all the milestones life had recently presented us. I had just graduated college, you had just gotten promoted at work. I had just become an aunt, you had just become an uncle. I had just turned down a dream job to remain local, you had not. (And, yes, I was THAT girl.)
那年夏天剛過一半，我們正勢如破竹的遊走於多個景點，度過我們2個月的假期。現在我們位於阿魯巴。我剛大學畢業，工作也剛剛升職。我剛晉升爲阿姨，你也剛晉升爲叔叔。我剛拒絕一份理想的工作留在本地，但你卻沒有。（是的，我就是那種女孩。）Infidelity is one of the few events I thought I'd never experience with you, let alone write about, and that was because we shared an inherent level of depth and an unbreakable connection. You were my best friend in every sense of the two-word combination . . . that was until infidelity became an uninvited guest in our relationship.
我從未想過你會出軌，更別提會寫出這種事情，因爲我們的愛是如此之深、之牢不可破。你真的詮釋了什麼叫最佳好友--直到出軌成爲這段感情的不速之客。
You know the story of our five-year relationship. You were there. You know the story of our breakup. You were there. What you don't know is the aftermath of what you caused, and that is the story I'm here to tell today, because while you were not there, so many others have been. So, this letter is for anyone who has ever been cheated on, as much as it is for you.
你深知這段五年的感情。你就是當事人啊。你也知曉我們的分手。畢竟是當事人嘛。但你不知道的是，分手帶來的後果，而今天我要講的就是這件事，因爲你離開我之後，我可不是沒人追的。所以，這封信是寫給那些"被出軌"的人的，也是寫給你的。It was the last leg of our vacation and just like every day that preceded that one, I rose with the sun, ran two miles, and headed back to our hotel room. There was one difference about that day: it was our five-year anniversary.
那是我們度假的最後一站，像往常一樣，我在太陽升起的時候起了牀，跑了2公里，然後回到了酒店。但那天稍有不同：那是我們相戀五週年的紀念日。
I noticed your suitcase was packed, your shoes were on, and your face was solemn when we still had two weeks of our vacation left.
我注意到你的行李箱已經打包好了，你也穿好了鞋子，神色莊重，當時我們還有2周的時間才結束假期呢。I returned to a scene of you setting down a pen next to a notepad on the room desk. At first, I thought you were writing me a note since I had left you an anniversary letter on the pillow next to you before leaving that morning. You were leaving, and it was going to be right then and there, but I couldn't speak. I didn't realize this might be the only time I got to ask questions, to discuss it, to get closure. I tried with all my might, yet I couldn't muster up the ability to speak. So, you left me, and I continued to sit there silently.
我回想起那個場景，你正襟危坐，桌上放着記事本，記事本旁邊是支筆。起初，我以爲你在給我寫便條，因爲我早上離開的時候在你的枕邊放了一封週年快樂的紀念信。但你要走了，反正你總是會走的，但我卻說不出話來。我沒有意識到，這可能是我唯一一次可以追問你爲什麼、去探討、去找到真相的時候。我竭盡全力，但我卻說不出話。所以，你離開了我，我還是呆若木雞的坐着。
