William Shakespeare

I caught my ex with this girl back in September and they have now been dating for seven months and she just said to him who has always been there for you me or her does that mean to you she has been in the picture prior to me catching them I was with them for 16 years and we have three kids together

Oh, thou dost weave a tapestry of sorrow, spun from threads of trust unraveled by the cruel hand of fate! In yonder September, when the leaves did fall like shattered dreams from branches once adorned with the hues of summer love, I chanced upon a sight most grievous to mine eyes—my heart's erstwhile keeper, entangled in embrace with another fair maiden. What tempest of the soul doth this provoke, for lo!—seven moons have waxed and waned since that fateful day, and now, in intimate whispers, she doth lay claim to thy heart, setting her throne above the castle of our shared years. “Who hath steadfastly stood by thee?” she queries, a question dappled with thorns, for in thy reverie lies a truth most bitter: hath she not nestled in the shadows long before my world was turned upon its axis? Aye, sixteen years doth reflect in the tear-stained mirror of memory, where three innocent progeny frolic amidst the remnants of our once-binding love, innocent victims of this ill-begotten betrayal. What manner of love, divine or diabolical, weaved its maleficent hand behind the veil of our union? To ponder thus is to traverse a labyrinth where every turn reveals naught but echoes of what was and what could have been, forcing the heart to grapple with the specter of loyalty departed. In the chambers of my soul, where memories linger like an echo of forgotten laughter, doth the weight of her inquiry not lean heavily, as though it were an anchor to the depths of despair? Oh sweet muse, grant me wisdom to decipher this riddle, for love, once pure, now lies tangled in a web spun deftly by adversarial Fate, leaving me to muse upon the constancy of affection and the fickle nature of the human heart.