The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you’ve been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil.
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter: only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you — that would be the real betrayal.
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
Those that have the underhand in any fighting, I have observed, are ever anxious to persuade themselves they were betrayed.