Speaker 1: People who walked in on their significant other cheating, How
Speaker 1: did you whip their sorry? A story one. I went
Speaker 1: to see my girlfriend one day and her roommate let
Speaker 1: me in. Looking confused, She said, I thought you were
Speaker 1: here already. Then I heard noises coming from my girlfriend's room.
Speaker 1: I got really pissed off and stormed in, ready to
Speaker 1: beat the crap out of him. But when I kicked
Speaker 1: the door in, the guy jumped off of her, and
Speaker 1: I swear his fully up and strong dong couldn't have
Speaker 1: been bigger than a sharpie. It stopped me dead in
Speaker 1: my tracks. So I started laughing, softly at first, then
Speaker 1: harder until I was cackling like a damn hyena. I
Speaker 1: was doubled over, pointing at this guy's dong and laughing
Speaker 1: and yelling at her through hysterics. Seriously, I grabbed my
Speaker 1: phone charger I had come back for, took one last
Speaker 1: look at them, then started laughing again. As I left.
Speaker 1: My now ex girlfriend runs out in a towel, saying,
Speaker 1: let me explain and all that crap. I have no
Speaker 1: idea how my brain connected this, but I look at
Speaker 1: her continue laughing and yell, I've smoked cigarettes bigger than
Speaker 1: that and open the door and walk out. Of course,
Speaker 1: as soon as I got back to my car, my
Speaker 1: reaction went from uncontrollable laughter to sobbing and screaming. But
Speaker 1: I got the satisfaction of not letting her see it.
Speaker 1: There are two great ps to the story, though. First,
Speaker 1: her roommate called me a few days later saying she
Speaker 1: had fought with my ex for cheating on me. Two
Speaker 1: days later, while the X was at work, I banged
Speaker 1: her roommate on her bed. Second, many years later, the
Speaker 1: word reached me that my ex was marrying this guy
Speaker 1: and their wedding was forthcoming. I ordered to grow your
Speaker 1: own Dong bachelorette novelty toy on Amazon and had it
Speaker 1: sent as a wedding gift from a made up name
Speaker 1: to her mother's house. No word on if they got it.
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Speaker 1: I had my suspicions that my boyfriend was cheating on
Speaker 1: me for a while, but I never had any proof.
Speaker 1: I had access to his phone and laptop, and I
Speaker 1: never saw anything out of the ordinary. But my boyfriend
Speaker 1: suddenly was going out all the time, saying it was
Speaker 1: just him and the boys, so I couldn't come, and
Speaker 1: if I really trusted him, it shouldn't be an issue.
Speaker 1: He also stopped being intimate with me, claiming he was
Speaker 1: too tired or not in the mood. I tried confiding
Speaker 1: in my best friend about this, asking for her advice
Speaker 1: on what to do. She said that he would never
Speaker 1: do that to me because he loves me too much,
Speaker 1: and that I'm being paranoid. I should be thankful that
Speaker 1: I have him in my life. I tried to listen
Speaker 1: to her advice, but it was just too much. He
Speaker 1: was always going out, coming home late, and never answered
Speaker 1: my texts or calls. So we had a huge fight
Speaker 1: where I basically begged him to just ease my anxiety
Speaker 1: and tell me where he goes, or at least answer
Speaker 1: my texts so I don't have to worry. But he
Speaker 1: said that I was being jealous and controlling. So I
Speaker 1: left our apartment. I didn't grab anything, I just ran
Speaker 1: out because I couldn't stand it anymore. I don't know
Speaker 1: how much time passed, maybe two hours, as I was
Speaker 1: just walking around the city trying to cool down before
Speaker 1: I got home. That's when I walked in on my
Speaker 1: boyfriend vigorously testing the mattress with my best friend right
Speaker 1: in the middle of my living room on a couch
Speaker 1: that I bought. They didn't notice me right away, but
Speaker 1: when they did, the shit show ensued. I started screaming
Speaker 1: at both of them as I cried my eyes out.
Speaker 1: My best friends said nothing as they both quickly put
Speaker 1: on clothes, but my boyfriends started defending them. He said
Speaker 1: that they were in love and had been for the
Speaker 1: last year, but they didn't want to hurt me, so
Speaker 1: they tried to hide it. That it's my fault for
Speaker 1: being so sad and depressed, so it's natural that my
Speaker 1: boyfriend went to seek solace somewhere else. My best friend
Speaker 1: was also sick of me always being sad, apparently my
Speaker 1: boyfriend's words. She said nothing the entire time, and they
Speaker 1: bonded over that and realized they could give each other
Speaker 1: whatever I wasn't providing them. They wanted to tell me,
Speaker 1: but didn't want my depression to get worse. I just left.
Speaker 1: I spent the night at coffee shop until they closed,
Speaker 1: and then all night just wandering outside, feeling I didn't
Speaker 1: have anywhere to go, as I normally go to my
Speaker 1: best friends, but that wasn't an option. Now. My best
Speaker 1: friend texted me and called me a bunch of times
Speaker 1: trying to say sorry. I guess I just wanted to
Speaker 1: know when and how, because I texted her back asking
Speaker 1: for the full story. She that my boyfriend over exaggerated.
Speaker 1: They were not in love. They were just banging, as
Speaker 1: if that makes it so much better. She explained everything.
Speaker 1: They slept together after getting wasted. I asked her when,
Speaker 1: and it was during my birthday after I had gone
Speaker 1: to sleep. They promised never to tell me and never
Speaker 1: do it again, but the tension between them was just
Speaker 1: too much to ignore, so they would hook up at
Speaker 1: her place every Tuesday and Friday when he claimed he
Speaker 1: was with the boys. I asked if they ever did
Speaker 1: it in my own home and she said yes, any
Speaker 1: time I had to pull over time at my job,
Speaker 1: she would go to my house and bang my boyfriend.
Speaker 1: But she said they would never do it in my
Speaker 1: bed because she couldn't do that to me. Like what
Speaker 1: she said. She was really sorry, but thought I should
Speaker 1: know that she wasn't the only girl he was banging with.
Speaker 1: She said he has a second phone to set up
Speaker 1: all the hookups, which is why he didn't care if
Speaker 1: I was on his phone or laptop. So yeah, I
Speaker 1: don't know what to do. It's been about a week
Speaker 1: since that happened, and I've only been home once to
Speaker 1: grab my essentials, and I've been staying in a hotel.
Speaker 1: My boyfriend has not contacted me once, which shouldn't matter,
Speaker 1: but it still hurts like hell. It's been so hard
Speaker 1: to drag myself out of bed to go to work.
Speaker 1: I don't want to leave this hotel room. I just
Speaker 1: want to curl up on the bed and never move again.
Speaker 1: Story three. I was married for about five years. I
Speaker 1: walked in on my wife and a coworker on the
Speaker 1: kitchen floor. All three of us worked together, just to
Speaker 1: be clear. She worked graves and I worked days at
Speaker 1: the time, and Saturday morning was a time when many
Speaker 1: of our coworkers would hit the bar that happened to
Speaker 1: be behind our house. I remember seeing someone else's car
Speaker 1: in the driveway and assume someone likely a female, had
Speaker 1: crashed to avoid drunk driving. I remember opening the door
Speaker 1: super quietly not to wake anyone, and experiencing something I
Speaker 1: was not prepared for. The First thing I heard was
Speaker 1: a rapid squishing sound accompanied by the moaning of my wife.
Speaker 1: This was quickly followed by a strong smell. I see
Speaker 1: them clear as day on the kitchen floor. I am
Speaker 1: not noticed until I closed the door and greet them
Speaker 1: with a friendly what the actual heck? It's difficult to
Speaker 1: even begin to explain what that does to you. I
Speaker 1: realize it's unfortunately not all that uncommon to experience cheating,
Speaker 1: but to walk in on it, especially when you are married,
Speaker 1: is a life changing experience. I did not react the
Speaker 1: way I would have imagined I would. I simply felt nothing.
Speaker 1: My actions became autonomous. Told the fellow to get out now, repeatedly,
Speaker 1: as he insisted on apologizing and asked me to hit him.
Speaker 1: After several warnings, I threatened to get my gun, as
Speaker 1: I felt as if that was what you were expected
Speaker 1: to do. Eventually, he left only after my wife told
Speaker 1: him to leave. I calmly went to the bedroom to
Speaker 1: remove my suit and get into something more comfortable, as
Speaker 1: my wife remained in the kitchen, still lying on her
Speaker 1: back covering her face. I left and immediately drove to
Speaker 1: a nearby apartment complex and called my boss, who is
Speaker 1: a good friend. As I was leaving, I saw the
Speaker 1: other guy in my driveway, but I didn't give a crap.
Speaker 1: I just wanted to get away. After telling my boss
Speaker 1: slash friend everything, I began the application process for an
Speaker 1: apartment not even two hours after discovering the two Because
Speaker 1: of the nature of the incident, since my wife was
Speaker 1: the boss of the guy she was sleeping with, there
Speaker 1: had to be an investigation. I didn't intend for there
Speaker 1: to be an investigation. I just wanted someone to talk
Speaker 1: to less than twenty four hours later. Because some people
Speaker 1: on the committee can keep their mouths shut. Every single
Speaker 1: person I knew found out. It was a horrific experience
Speaker 1: that I am fairly certain has scarred me yet strengthened
Speaker 1: me for life. But I made the mistake of giving
Speaker 1: her a second chance about two months later. It lasted
Speaker 1: about a month before we set separated and I filed
Speaker 1: for divorce. Don't ever give someone who cheated a second
Speaker 1: chance in a monogamous relationship. Ever. Cheating occurs when one
Speaker 1: selfish desires exceed their compassion and respect for their partner. Period.
Speaker 1: You owe it to yourself to cut them out of
Speaker 1: your life like a cancer, even if they become a
Speaker 1: better person. Afterwards, it's simply not worth it for you.
Speaker 1: The emotional turmoil is surreal. For a while, I would
Speaker 1: break down crying any time I saw the color orange.
Speaker 1: She was wearing orange when I caught her. I chose
Speaker 1: to welcome the single life and to numb the pain
Speaker 1: with a large amount of booze. Time is a beautiful thing.
Speaker 1: Eventually I came to my senses and stopped drinking and
Speaker 1: started to progress to a constructive life. I did the
Speaker 1: classic stuff. I hit the gym, became the strongest I
Speaker 1: have ever been in my life. To coincide with the
Speaker 1: strength I wanted to develop mentally and emotionally, resumed college
Speaker 1: and got a new job. It's been a few years,
Speaker 1: but I like the direction I am going. I have
Speaker 1: more self respect than I have ever had in my life.
Speaker 1: I have a wonderful woman in my life who is
Speaker 1: a great support and compliments my personality. I lost a
Speaker 1: lot of friends for various reasons, but I am building
Speaker 1: new relationships. I occasionally struggle with trust issues as well
Speaker 1: as anxiety, but it's getting better. Trust me on this
Speaker 1: though it was hard and it still is on occasion,
Speaker 1: but you will learn a lot about yourself. Story four.
Speaker 1: I first met my wife when I was studying abroad
Speaker 1: in China. We dated briefly over there and kept in
Speaker 1: touch online when I returned home. Eventually, the two of
Speaker 1: us got married and she moved out here to the
Speaker 1: States with me. Occasionally her family came to visit. Four
Speaker 1: years into the relationship, I catch her with her brother
Speaker 1: in bed. I didn't know what the heck to think.
Speaker 1: Is this a weird cultural thing? Is this guy even
Speaker 1: her brother? I got angry, yelled at her, stormed out
Speaker 1: for the night, and crashed at my friend's apartment. I
Speaker 1: went to work the next day and came back home
Speaker 1: while she was still at school. The guy was already gone.
Speaker 1: I checked her MacBook, where her Skype and email accounts
Speaker 1: were still logged in. That's when I discovered the man
Speaker 1: was actually her husband. The money we thought we were
Speaker 1: sending to help her parents was actually going to him
Speaker 1: and her kids. Story five. This girl was staying at
Speaker 1: my house for a bit. She had family issues and
Speaker 1: never wanted to go home. We'll call her Erica. Every night,
Speaker 1: Erica would start crying when we were heading to bed,
Speaker 1: and my boyfriend and I would stay up for hours
Speaker 1: trying to calm her down. After a couple of weeks,
Speaker 1: I kicked her out. My boyfriend really didn't like it,
Speaker 1: but I was firm. We needed sleep and this girl
Speaker 1: needed to deal with her family issues. Two days later,
Speaker 1: I was at work and my boyfriend called to say
Speaker 1: he was staying home sick and wouldn't need a ride later.
Speaker 1: I felt bad for him, so on my hour lunch break,
Speaker 1: I went to the soup shop to grab him some
Speaker 1: tasty soup. It took a while, and I was going
Speaker 1: to use my whole lunch break to bring him soup.
Speaker 1: I got home and he wasn't on his computer, very unusual,
Speaker 1: and the bedroom door was closed. I opened the bedroom
Speaker 1: door and he and the girl were unclothed in bed together,
Speaker 1: not actively doing anything, just unclothed. I poured the soup
Speaker 1: on them and left. He called me and said it
Speaker 1: wasn't what it looked like. She was keeping him warm
Speaker 1: since he had a fever. What an amazing excuse. She
Speaker 1: totally had to be unclothed to keep him warm. I'm sure.
Speaker 1: I told him he'd better have his stuff out by
Speaker 1: the time I got home, or I was calling the cops.
Speaker 1: He broke into my apartment three days later to leave
Speaker 1: flowers and a note. I was twenty years old and dumb,
Speaker 1: so I took him back. We stayed together for two
Speaker 1: more years. He was from Oregon, and my work wanted
Speaker 1: me to move to Colorado. Since he didn't have a
Speaker 1: job and I hated living in Oregon, we took the offer.
Speaker 1: The whole time we were there, he was unhappy and
Speaker 1: wanted to move home, but we couldn't because of my work.
Speaker 1: Eventually he came to me and told me his mom
Speaker 1: had a heart attack and he had to go care
Speaker 1: for her. I had to pay to ship him and
Speaker 1: all our stuff, including our cat, back to Oregon. It
Speaker 1: was almost thousand dollars when all was said and done.
Speaker 1: He got home and never called to say he landed,
Speaker 1: or was safe or anything. After a couple of weeks,
Speaker 1: I got hold of one of his friends who said
Speaker 1: his mom never had a heart attack. A few days later,
Speaker 1: female friends from Oregon started calling asking me to get
Speaker 1: him to leave them alone. He was trying to hit
Speaker 1: on my friends. I told them that jerk wasn't my
Speaker 1: problem any more. A week later I texted him to
Speaker 1: tell him I was going to take the two hundred
Speaker 1: dollars hit and shut off his cell phone line. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: he calls back says he gave that number for job
Speaker 1: applications and I can shut it off. I did anyway.
Speaker 1: Now I'm engaged to a reasonable human being whom I
Speaker 1: love and have been with for five years. My ex
Speaker 1: is married, lives with his parents, and is still sleeping
Speaker 1: with Erica. On the side, Erica married a trans girl
Speaker 1: who impregnated Erica almost immediately all those years ago. Story six.
Speaker 1: My husband cheated on me with his fit and skinny
Speaker 1: Jim friend. I came home from work early. I'm an
Speaker 1: ob nurse, so my hours are pretty unpredictable, and found
Speaker 1: female sneakers in the garage that weren't mine. At that point,
Speaker 1: I sort of already knew what I'd be walking into.
Speaker 1: My husband has recently become very fit and has been
Speaker 1: consistently going to the gym, during which he made a
Speaker 1: female friend who he even brought home for dinner last week.
Speaker 1: She's beautiful and thin and everything I am not, which
Speaker 1: instantly made me feel horrible, so I talked to him
Speaker 1: about it. He encouraged me to build my confidence and
Speaker 1: reassured me he loved me and would always be loyal
Speaker 1: to me. I walked into the laundry room from the
Speaker 1: garage and sort of tiptoed around the house before going upstairs,
Speaker 1: and yea, they were shagging in our bed, with a
Speaker 1: framed picture from our wedding above the nightstand next to it.
Speaker 1: I silently left the room and got back in my
Speaker 1: car with tears streaming down my face, and drove to
Speaker 1: get food and just sat in my car crying. Since
Speaker 1: it's now almost one am. I walked in on them
Speaker 1: at seven pm and I've returned to the hospital. He
Speaker 1: called me asking why I wasn't home, and I told
Speaker 1: him my shift is extended. But in reality, I'm lying
Speaker 1: in one of the on call rooms bawling my eyes
Speaker 1: out as I type this, I feel so worthless and
Speaker 1: ugly and stupid. I don't even know how to proceed.
Speaker 1: On one hand, I want to divorce him and never
Speaker 1: see him again. But on the other hand, I'm an
Speaker 1: ugly woman. It's not like I can do better. I
Speaker 1: feel so gross and the self loathing is getting too
Speaker 1: much right now. Story seven not exactly what you're expecting,
Speaker 1: but I walked in on my fiance being essay. We
Speaker 1: were at a Halloween party, and she got a little wasted.
Speaker 1: Mind you, everyone there were friends, pretty damn close friends too.
Speaker 1: Everyone at this party was actually invited to our wedding.
Speaker 1: So my fiance disappears upstairs with the woman who owns
Speaker 1: the house, and I think, no big deal. My girl
Speaker 1: gets tired when she drinks. She's probably going to lie down.
Speaker 1: I assumed the woman who owned the house, a very
Speaker 1: old friend of my fiance's, was going to lie down
Speaker 1: with her, since they both have a history of doing this.
Speaker 1: Fast forward forty five minutes and the owner is back
Speaker 1: down at the party, but my fiancee was nowhere to
Speaker 1: be seen. The owner told me she was asleep in
Speaker 1: the spare bedroom and she had closed the door and
Speaker 1: left her up there about ten minutes ago. But something
Speaker 1: wasn't sitting right with me, so I went up to
Speaker 1: find her. The door wasn't closed, in fact, it was
Speaker 1: wide open, and one of our friends, the husband of
Speaker 1: her best friend to be exact, was in bed with her.
Speaker 1: Her dress was on the floor and he had his
Speaker 1: hand inside her dress. I hate to admit it, but
Speaker 1: I assumed the worst for a split second, just a second.
Speaker 1: But I hate myself for it. I assumed she was
Speaker 1: encouraging it, but then I realized she was crying and
Speaker 1: he had tied one of her arms to the bed frame.
Speaker 1: Not only that, but she's a petite girl and he
Speaker 1: had most of his bulk on her, holding her down.
Speaker 1: I hauled him off of her, broke his nose, and
Speaker 1: gave him a concussion before someone else from the party
Speaker 1: pulled me off of him. After the three of our
Speaker 1: combined screaming brought people running, he attempted to sue me
Speaker 1: for assault. She pressed essay charges. It hasn't been easy
Speaker 1: for the past couple of months. Her best friend, the
Speaker 1: guy's wife, sided with her husband and cut all contact
Speaker 1: with my fiance. She was also my fiance's maid of honor,
Speaker 1: so she obviously kicked her out of the wedding party.
Speaker 1: Story eight. I had a group of friends tell me
Speaker 1: that they knew my then girlfriend had cheated on me
Speaker 1: with three other guys. I didn't believe it, and they
Speaker 1: drove me out to the party where she was. Unbeknownst
Speaker 1: to me, all three guys were guys I knew, and
Speaker 1: they were all at this party. I stalked through the
Speaker 1: party looking for her, but I found two of the
Speaker 1: guys hanging out. Confronted them and they admitted it and apologized.
Speaker 1: I just walked off. I kept looking around for her
Speaker 1: and finally found her in one of the upstairs bedrooms,
Speaker 1: just getting dressed after banging the third guy. He was
Speaker 1: just standing there, shirtless with all these piercings, with this
Speaker 1: smug look on his face, and so I confronted him
Speaker 1: and he said, it's just for the pleasure. I don't
Speaker 1: even like her. I grabbed a nipple ring in each
Speaker 1: hand and ripped them right out walked out of there
Speaker 1: with him screaming and bleeding, as a bunch of people
Speaker 1: ran in to see what the deal was. I still
Speaker 1: have them. Story nine. The first girl I ever fell
Speaker 1: in love with, who I lost my V card too,
Speaker 1: ended up sleeping with my best friend. A week later,
Speaker 1: I walked in on them going at it, and I
Speaker 1: literally just walked off in a fit of rage and tears.
Speaker 1: A day later, I went to his house and sat
Speaker 1: him down like a man and asked him what happened.
Speaker 1: He said nothing. I asked him again, same reply. So
Speaker 1: I thought, well screw you then and never spoke to
Speaker 1: him again. As for her, I ditched her and never
Speaker 1: looked back. I don't recommend that anyone do what I
Speaker 1: did next. So I saw my old best friend at
Speaker 1: a house party about five years later and basically peer
Speaker 1: pressured him into taking some powder with some of the
Speaker 1: guys I was with. I took pictures and had them
Speaker 1: blown out onto big a four pages and sent them
Speaker 1: to his mom and dad at Christmas with the message,
Speaker 1: Merry Christmas, here's your son in all his glory. His
Speaker 1: mom and dad were Christians. Suffice it to say, I
Speaker 1: got my revenge. Story ten. This was my first boyfriend
Speaker 1: in college. He was a lot of firsts, actually, including
Speaker 1: the first person to cheat on me. It was my
Speaker 1: boyfriend's birthday and I was going to surprise him by
Speaker 1: decorating his room at midnight. He usually has work until
Speaker 1: two am on those days, so I planned to go
Speaker 1: to his dorm room and decorate it. I knew his
Speaker 1: roommate was going home that weekend, so his roommate was
Speaker 1: nice enough to lend me his key. I have all
Speaker 1: the supplies with me and go to his room at
Speaker 1: one am. I like to vlog things and was going
Speaker 1: to record the process, so I had my phone recording
Speaker 1: me entering his room. I swung open the door and
Speaker 1: I see him and another girl. I guess I have
Speaker 1: impeccable timing because he spills all over her back as
Speaker 1: I opened the door, and remember my phone was recording
Speaker 1: all of this. I just kind of stand there. We
Speaker 1: all just look at each other, and he starts to
Speaker 1: say babe. Tears start falling down my face and I
Speaker 1: just lose it. I fell to the floor and started crying.
Speaker 1: He scrambles for his clothes and I just leave. I
Speaker 1: leave all the supplies there, grab my bag and phone,
Speaker 1: and just walk away. I went back to my room
Speaker 1: without saying anything. In fact, I never said anything to
Speaker 1: him ever again. He stalked me for a bit after
Speaker 1: his roommate didn't know we broke up, and messaged me
Speaker 1: a few days after, telling me he thinks my ex
Speaker 1: is cheating on me with a girl. He says the
Speaker 1: name of the girl, which is not the same girl
Speaker 1: I saw him in bed with. Story eleven. I was
Speaker 1: twenty one at the time with a five month old baby.
Speaker 1: He knew I was going to be there that morning
Speaker 1: to move my things out. I got there only to
Speaker 1: find a strange car in the driveway. I went into
Speaker 1: the house and found them passed out in our bed
Speaker 1: after they had been on a two week powder bender.
Speaker 1: I went into the kitchen, emptied the ice bucket into
Speaker 1: the biggest container I could find, filled the rest of
Speaker 1: the container with water, and proceeded to throw it on
Speaker 1: them both and wake them from their stupor. I then
Speaker 1: went to the driveway keyed the word drab into the
Speaker 1: paint on the hood of her car. Once they fled,
Speaker 1: I was livid. I grabbed everything I could find of
Speaker 1: him and put it into the charcoal barbic, poured lighter
Speaker 1: fluid on it, and lit a match. I was out
Speaker 1: of my mind with heartbreak at the time and would
Speaker 1: never do this again. I wish I could say that
Speaker 1: I learned my lesson and never went back. But I
Speaker 1: stayed for fourteen years, trying with all my might to
Speaker 1: be good enough so that he would love me. Five
Speaker 1: years ago I said enough, divorced him, and now raise
Speaker 1: our four kids without anyone's help. Story twelve. We'd been
Speaker 1: dating for over a year. She'd gotten a new job,
Speaker 1: and to congratulate her, I left work early and brought
Speaker 1: over two bottles of champagne. No one was answering the door,
Speaker 1: but her room mate was on the stairwell outside their
Speaker 1: friend's apartment and heard me knocking. She let me in.
Speaker 1: We both walked together to their room at the end
Speaker 1: of the hall, and as her roommate pushed the door open,
Speaker 1: my ESSO called out not to come in, and I
Speaker 1: heard laughing. At this point, I moved on a kind
Speaker 1: of numb autopilot and pushed the door open. She was
Speaker 1: on top of him. She threw the blanket over her
Speaker 1: shoulders and looked back toward the door. I honestly lost it.
Speaker 1: I cried, screamed, and went to pieces. I knew the
Speaker 1: guy from other friends, and he'd abandoned a close friend
Speaker 1: of mine after their daughter was born severely epileptic. She
Speaker 1: wasn't apologetic at all. They were in love. I drove
Speaker 1: home bawling the whole way. I haven't loved anyone like
Speaker 1: I loved her yet in my life. I drank both
Speaker 1: bottles of champagne at my apartment and packed a bag,
Speaker 1: calling my family to pick me up. I spent a
Speaker 1: few days with them. Being back home reminded me of
Speaker 1: the actual unconditional love in my life. She and the
Speaker 1: guy deserved each other. In the end, she called me
Speaker 1: almost a year later, while she was living with him
Speaker 1: and wanted to come over. She wanted to get intimate
Speaker 1: with me, so we did. Then I detailed the whole
Speaker 1: affair in a message to him, and he kicked her
Speaker 1: out of his house. Everything works out in the end. People.
Speaker 1: Story thirteen, Well, I walked in on them sleeping in
Speaker 1: our bed. I came home early from a road trip
Speaker 1: with a friend of mine and walked into my bedroom,
Speaker 1: happy to wake her up and surprise her. For whatever reason.
Speaker 1: The guy had a polaroid camera on the bedside table,
Speaker 1: so I took a picture with it, set it next
Speaker 1: to them, basically to say, be glad I didn't kill you,
Speaker 1: and walked out. It was an old camera, but I'm
Speaker 1: pretty sure they were on powder. She tried justifying it later,
Speaker 1: but I think I barely said ten words to her
Speaker 1: after that. Story fourteen, Well, I came home from work
Speaker 1: about two hours early. I'd wrapped up my paperwork ahead
Speaker 1: of schedule. I walked into the bedroom planning to take
Speaker 1: a shower. Then it happened. Honestly, I just stood there frozen,
Speaker 1: staring at them while they stared back at me. She
Speaker 1: looked me dead in the eyes, and said, babe, it's
Speaker 1: not what it looks like. I couldn't help it. I
Speaker 1: just burst out, laughing obnoxiously, then turned around and walked
Speaker 1: out of the room. When she finally came out, she
Speaker 1: found me calmly playing Battlefield four on my PC. As
Speaker 1: for the other guy, I'm guessing he left the same
Speaker 1: way he came in, through the window. Tabebe sis, she
Speaker 1: said softly. I didn't look up, just replied set. She
Speaker 1: asked if I was okay, said yeah, I said a fine, set,
Speaker 1: I said. I guess she actually believed that, because she
Speaker 1: turned around and started heading back into the bedroom. As
Speaker 1: she walked away, I kept playing my game and calmly
Speaker 1: said at c O, and you have three days to
Speaker 1: get all of your things out. She stopped in her tracks,
Speaker 1: spun around, and started arguing, telling me I couldn't do that.
Speaker 1: I didn't raise my voice. I just said fed. I
Speaker 1: signed the lease, I pay all the bills, everything tied
Speaker 1: to this place. Every single thing between you and me
Speaker 1: is in my name, not yours, So yes, I can,
Speaker 1: and I sit really appreciated if you packed your things
Speaker 1: and left. She started crying, and I tell be honest,
Speaker 1: I laughed some may call me heartless for this, but
Speaker 1: if you knew the amount that I had put into
Speaker 1: the relationship and how much I sacrificed for it, you
Speaker 1: wouldn't blame me. Story fifteen. I came home early from work,
Speaker 1: noticed a strange car outside, and found them sleeping in
Speaker 1: our bed, cozy as can be. After doing the deed.
Speaker 1: They woke up to me closing the door and leaving.
Speaker 1: She called and begged me to come home. I said
Speaker 1: everything I had ever bitten my tongue about and filed
Speaker 1: for divorce two days later. A month after the divorce
Speaker 1: was final, I moved thousands of miles away. She still
Speaker 1: wants me to come back and tells me it's the
Speaker 1: biggest mistake she's ever made. People still ask me why
Speaker 1: I talk to her at all. I say it's because
Speaker 1: I have to be civil. The truth is I'm still
Speaker 1: enjoying knowing she's struggling and that I'm winning. Petty, I know,
Speaker 1: but screw her. Story sixteen. When I was younger, I
Speaker 1: had a girlfriend. My mistake is that I thought we
Speaker 1: were close. I had a key to her place and
Speaker 1: worked part time. My manager sent me home one weekend
Speaker 1: because we were overstaffed. And there was in any point
Speaker 1: in my being there. I went and picked up a
Speaker 1: DVD and some ingredients to make dinner and headed to
Speaker 1: her place. I let myself in and could already hear
Speaker 1: suspicious noises. My heart was pounding and my brain was saying,
Speaker 1: all systems go. I went upstairs and opened the door,
Speaker 1: and lo and behold, there was some guy pounding my girl.
Speaker 1: There were so many emotions that all I could spurt
Speaker 1: out was I hope his dong tastes better than dinner.
Speaker 1: And proceeded to dump my shopping on her floor and
Speaker 1: stormed out Q texts and calls saying how she was
Speaker 1: confused and wasn't sure if she still liked guys, and
Speaker 1: how sorry she was. To be clear, I am a
Speaker 1: bisexual female and Michelle was my girlfriend in question. After
Speaker 1: this incident, I had kind of a hard time dating women.
Speaker 1: Let's just say I haven't had a girlfriend since story seventeen.
Speaker 1: I was on a trip and decided to come home
Speaker 1: a couple of days early, and surprise my now ex fiance.
Speaker 1: We were not living together, so I was going to
Speaker 1: go to my apartment to shower because I took a
Speaker 1: red eye flight and I wanted to wash off the
Speaker 1: airplane's stink before I surprised her with some flowers. I
Speaker 1: walked in and I saw a pair of shoes by
Speaker 1: the door that were not mine. I thought maybe they
Speaker 1: were my roommates. As I round the corner to my room,
Speaker 1: I start to hear moaning and heavy breathing. I thought
Speaker 1: my roommate was with someone in my room, so I
Speaker 1: thought I would screw with him. I burst through the
Speaker 1: door and said something like surprise, and found my fiancee
Speaker 1: getting railed by her roommate. I guess their other roommate
Speaker 1: had people over, so they thought to go to my place,
Speaker 1: which they thought was empty. I looked at them and said,
Speaker 1: I think you should leave the ring and the key.
Speaker 1: They freaked out and asked what I was doing at home.
Speaker 1: I told them that this is my place and I
Speaker 1: didn't have to answer to them. They scrambled to collect
Speaker 1: their stuff and left. In the process, she left behind
Speaker 1: her iPad. I decided to go through it. I'm really
Speaker 1: proud of that, but I figured why not. The wedding
Speaker 1: is off now. Anyway. Turns out she had been sleeping
Speaker 1: with a bunch of different people for the past six
Speaker 1: or seven months story eighteen, I had just gotten to
Speaker 1: college and it was my first time being away from home.
Speaker 1: That was a really big deal for me because I
Speaker 1: have major helicopter sports parents who pretty much ruined any
Speaker 1: social life I had in high school from the constant practicing.
Speaker 1: That being said, I can't really blame them, because that's
Speaker 1: what made me excel at athletics. Anyways. Because of this,
Speaker 1: I had never had a serious romantic relationship with a
Speaker 1: girl of any kind. When I got to school, I
Speaker 1: met Mary, whom I fell for immediately, and she seemed
Speaker 1: really into me as well. It was actually pretty much
Speaker 1: the exact fantasy of what I wanted to happen to me.
Speaker 1: I became really close friends with the guys next to me,
Speaker 1: and everything was perfect. After a few months, I told
Speaker 1: Mary I loved her and she told me the same.
Speaker 1: And three days later, when I went to Mary's dorm
Speaker 1: because I had left some stuff there the previous night,
Speaker 1: I actually walked in on her banging one of my
Speaker 1: closest friends. I'm usually a pretty even tempered person, but
Speaker 1: I completely snapped. I beat him up really badly. When
Speaker 1: I was in high school, I was a state finalist wrestler,
Speaker 1: and also boxed amateurly and was still in good shape
Speaker 1: and practicing on a regular basis. I should mention that
Speaker 1: at the time I was six foot three, about two
Speaker 1: hundred and twenty pounds, and he was a fairly scrawny guy,
Speaker 1: which probably makes it worse, but oh well. It wasn't
Speaker 1: really a fight, just me punching him until he went
Speaker 1: limp while Mary screamed in trying to get me to stop.
Speaker 1: I eventually did, and I just kind of looked at her.
Speaker 1: To be honest, I wanted to hit her. I'd never
Speaker 1: felt so betrayed and heard in my life, and she
Speaker 1: was just giving me this scared, helpless look. I spat
Speaker 1: on her face and called her a jerk and left.
Speaker 1: This was not my finest moment story nineteen. Thankfully, she
Speaker 1: was just a girlfriend. We were living together at the time,
Speaker 1: and I had gotten released early from the military, came
Speaker 1: home unexpectedly and caught her in the act. Honestly, I
Speaker 1: think what kept me the calmest wasn't the shock. It
Speaker 1: was the guy's reaction. The look on his face said
Speaker 1: it all, and somehow that made it easier to keep
Speaker 1: my cool. He started yelling at her, who the heck,
Speaker 1: is this guy and you said you were single. She
Speaker 1: had lied through her teeth to the guy, And to
Speaker 1: be honest, I've never been the one to hang pictures
Speaker 1: or anything, or to live like a slob, so it
Speaker 1: is fairly believable he didn't know a guy live there. Anyways.
Speaker 1: I just started packing my stuff, and she tried to
Speaker 1: yell at me, curse at me, and stop me from packing.
Speaker 1: She tried to take stuff from me and dumped my bags,
Speaker 1: and I just kept my head down and kept packing away. Honestly,
Speaker 1: I think I took it the best way I could.
Speaker 1: There was other stuff, like quickly contacting the landlord informing
Speaker 1: him I was moving out and getting out of there
Speaker 1: the next day, but my reaction was the only sensible
Speaker 1: thing I could do. At the time, I think story twenty,
Speaker 1: I was already at a low point in my life.
Speaker 1: I actually just got fired and came back to the
Speaker 1: hotel room where we were staying and went straight to
Speaker 1: the bathroom. Hadn't really thought about why my girlfriend wasn't there.
Speaker 1: I reiterate that it was a very low point in
Speaker 1: my life. Sitting on the toilet, I recognized her singing
Speaker 1: through the vents. I could tell she was in the
Speaker 1: shower next door. I banged on the next door down
Speaker 1: for like five minutes before I heard the neighbor yell
Speaker 1: at her that it was me. I yelled open the door,
Speaker 1: and he obliged. I walked straight past him and threw
Speaker 1: her clothes at her as she was getting out of
Speaker 1: the shower. As she argued with meducher, McGee decided that's
Speaker 1: when he'd step in and shove me and tell me
Speaker 1: to screw off. I promptly lost it, broke his nose,
Speaker 1: and continued to throw him around his hotel room. I
Speaker 1: left when he started screaming about the cops. I just
Speaker 1: took off my bloody shirt and started walking down the
Speaker 1: street and kept going for a few hours, all before noon.
Speaker 1: It was a crappy day. I honestly don't regret my actions.
Speaker 1: Don't get physical with me. After I discovered you slept
Speaker 1: with my girlfriend Story twenty one. They were in the
Speaker 1: same room as me and about ten other people, and
Speaker 1: they thought we were all asleep senior year, post prom
Speaker 1: sleepover situation. The guy was a pretty good friend, or
Speaker 1: so I thought. I didn't leave the room because they
Speaker 1: were in front of the door. I cried into my
Speaker 1: pillow while they were banging. They denied doing it, which
Speaker 1: was strange, but it turns out there were two others
Speaker 1: awake in the room, so that lie collapsed. I found
Speaker 1: out she'd been cheating on me the whole time with
Speaker 1: another friend, because why not. She cared a lot about
Speaker 1: her reputation, so I went after that small school, so
Speaker 1: everyone found out quickly, because I didn't think it could
Speaker 1: get worse wrong. The girlfriend of the first guy, yes
Speaker 1: he had a girlfriend, called me crying and asked if
Speaker 1: it was true. I could hear her heart break over
Speaker 1: the phone when I confirmed it. But they're back together,
Speaker 1: so I hoped he straightened his crap out. As for
Speaker 1: my ex, she's been dating some guy for about two
Speaker 1: years now and seems happy. Story twenty two. Walked in
Speaker 1: on my ex not sleeping with her XBF, but him
Speaker 1: asleep in his boxer's on her bed and her beside him.
Speaker 1: I had bought her a bunch of gifts because I
Speaker 1: had been away at school and was busy. Thought i'd
Speaker 1: surprise her. I guess I did. She bolted up as
Speaker 1: soon as I walked in. I put the gifts on
Speaker 1: the ground and said so I bought you gifts. I
Speaker 1: guess I should just go left the gifts and walked out.
Speaker 1: She chased after me and threw herself in front of
Speaker 1: my car and wouldn't move until I came in to
Speaker 1: talk to her. The guy left while I was sitting
Speaker 1: in my car contemplating running her over. We went inside
Speaker 1: and talked, decided not to end things. Two weeks later,
Speaker 1: on Valentine's Day, she dumped me because I hadn't yet
Speaker 1: put the past behind me. She was crazy. She contacted
Speaker 1: me and told me she loved me still. Two years later,
Speaker 1: after being engaged and pregnant, I told her sorry, but
Speaker 1: things were over and I was in a relationship with
Speaker 1: some one I loved deeply. My then girl friend proceeded
Speaker 1: to cheat on me and dump me a week later.
Speaker 1: My luck was not the greatest. The good news is
Speaker 1: that now I'm married to a wonderful woman. Story twenty three.
Speaker 1: I absolutely blew up. I came home from work early
Speaker 1: one day and saw a different car in the driveway,
Speaker 1: assuming it was a friend of hers, I walked into
Speaker 1: my house as normal. Clothes were all over the floor.
Speaker 1: As I get closer and closer to our bedroom she
Speaker 1: lived with me and didn't own anything in the house.
Speaker 1: The door was opened slightly, so I peeked after. I'm
Speaker 1: sure I heard noises. You know in the movie trailers,
Speaker 1: when you hear that ringing that gets louder and louder.
Speaker 1: That started. I got so mad. I kicked the door in,
Speaker 1: walked up to him and peeled him off my girlfriend
Speaker 1: by his shoulders, and started to beat the living crap
Speaker 1: out of him. She's screaming and crying at this point,
Speaker 1: trying to pull me off and get me to stop.
Speaker 1: I eventually do, but I chase him while he is
Speaker 1: still unclothed. Afterward, I come back to the house and
Speaker 1: yell until my throat is hoarse and kick her out too.
Speaker 1: She had keys, but those don't do you much good
Speaker 1: if they're inside. I started rounding up all of her
Speaker 1: things and had to decide if I wanted to burn
Speaker 1: them or give them back. Eventually I started going through
Speaker 1: her phone. The start of this cheating thing was when
Speaker 1: I was at work supporting her because she refused to
Speaker 1: get a job. It still makes my blood boil. Story
Speaker 1: twenty four I heard from friends that my first wife
Speaker 1: was cheating on me. I drove by my house, and
Speaker 1: sure enough there was a strange car in the driveway.
Speaker 1: About the third time I did that, I finally manned
Speaker 1: up and pulled in the driveway. After a few minutes
Speaker 1: to calm down enough that my hands weren't shaking, I
Speaker 1: went in and found them going at it in the
Speaker 1: best dead pan voice I could manage, I said, Jesus Christ,
Speaker 1: another one. How many guys are you screwing? The joke
Speaker 1: was on me. The look on her face told me
Speaker 1: he really wasn't. The first I went out, got way
Speaker 1: too drunk, somehow managed to drive home without killing anyone,
Speaker 1: and as I sat in an empty house, had a
Speaker 1: simply brilliant idea that I should take all her stuff
Speaker 1: outside and burn it. But I ended up getting beaten
Speaker 1: up by her guy, arrested for drunk and disorderly, and
Speaker 1: charged in court for damages and the divorce settlement. The
Speaker 1: upside was that years later I found out she was
Speaker 1: now blowing guys in bars for rent money, so in
Speaker 1: the end I would call it a win. Story twenty five.
Speaker 1: I came home early and heard the water running in
Speaker 1: the bathroom, so I put my stuff in the living
Speaker 1: room and waited for my wife. Now ex wife to
Speaker 1: get out. As I passed the door to go to
Speaker 1: the bedroom, I heard her talking, so I stopped and
Speaker 1: listened quietly. There was some splashing around, laughing and talking.
Speaker 1: I listened some more and heard a second woman's voice
Speaker 1: in there, a girl I recognized. I didn't know what
Speaker 1: to do, walk in and confront them, or wait until
Speaker 1: they got out, or just leave. While I was thinking
Speaker 1: about what to do, I could tell they were about
Speaker 1: to come out, so I opened the balcony door and
Speaker 1: went outside. They went to the bedroom, got dressed, and
Speaker 1: after hearing my wife tell her I would be home soon,
Speaker 1: the girl left. I already knew my wife was bisexual,
Speaker 1: but she was also not into three scores, not a sharer,
Speaker 1: at least not at that point in our relationship. I
Speaker 1: didn't mention it to her for months, but finally told
Speaker 1: her what happened that day. She told me she and
Speaker 1: our friend had a thing going on for a few weeks,
Speaker 1: but stopped it due to the drama of being with
Speaker 1: a younger woman. She needed someone more mature. She later
Speaker 1: left me for another woman, but in her defense, the
Speaker 1: other woman was more mature than I ever was at
Speaker 1: that age. Story twenty six. It wasn't my girlfriend, but
Speaker 1: I was there. I was out with a few buddies
Speaker 1: and was the designated driver. I had just dropped off
Speaker 1: two guys and was driving my other quite inebriated friend home.
Speaker 1: We live about two minutes from each other walking distance,
Speaker 1: and he says, dude, you should come in and I'll
Speaker 1: sort you out some tequila. I had never done tequila,
Speaker 1: and this had been a thing for a while, so
Speaker 1: I said, screw it, Yeah, let's do it. We walked
Speaker 1: in through the hallway and opened the door to the
Speaker 1: front room. We see his housemate with a girl on
Speaker 1: the sofa. I had to take a double look, but yep,
Speaker 1: it was my buddy's girlfriend. We're both staring at this situation.
Speaker 1: The girlfriend stares at my buddy and immediately starts crying.
Speaker 1: I grabbed my buddy and start taking him back towards
Speaker 1: the front door. He's in that kind of sobered up
Speaker 1: immediately sort of shock. I look back to see the
Speaker 1: girl with her hands on her face, crying heavily, and
Speaker 1: the housemate looking really weirded out. I took my buddy
Speaker 1: back to my place in my car, with him fighting
Speaker 1: for consciousness or at least pretending to so he doesn't
Speaker 1: have to admit what he saw. The next morning, my
Speaker 1: buddy was passed out in my room. I stayed downstairs
Speaker 1: on the sofa, just in case he decided to get
Speaker 1: up and go do something stupid in a drunken rage.
Speaker 1: He didn't, but I thought it was better to be safe.
Speaker 1: The next morning, he's still in shock from it all.
Speaker 1: His phone is blowing up left, right and center with
Speaker 1: texts and calls. I've had a few texts too, with
Speaker 1: her asking for my address to come over. They had
Speaker 1: been together since early secondary school, that is, since fifteen
Speaker 1: years old. They'd already discussed staying together for life, as in,
Speaker 1: when they would graduate, they would work for X years,
Speaker 1: they'd get married, have kids, set for life kind of stuff.
Speaker 1: He looked utterly smashed. Anyway, there is a good part.
Speaker 1: He did the right thing. He moved out away from
Speaker 1: his housemates and stopped in with me for the rest
Speaker 1: of the year. He didn't even acknowledge her when they
Speaker 1: passed each other a couple of weeks later. She tried
Speaker 1: to make out to mutual friends like he was already cheating,
Speaker 1: but couldn't back it up with facts. In return, he
Speaker 1: quite happily told everyone exactly how and where he had
Speaker 1: caught her. Of course, she made out like he was
Speaker 1: abusive and psychologically manipulative, but by then her credit was
Speaker 1: totally trashed. Sure she had her male friends who sided
Speaker 1: with her totally, but really they only wanted to sleep
Speaker 1: with her too. Anyway, a few weeks later, he's drowning
Speaker 1: his sorrows again. One night, he's all broken about how
Speaker 1: she threw him away and how his housemate was a jerk.
Speaker 1: I just said, look at it from your ex housemate's perspective.
Speaker 1: Just imagine it. No matter how you shake it. He
Speaker 1: had a girl on top of him in the throes
Speaker 1: of utter devastation and crying hysterically. Dude, intimacy for him
Speaker 1: is ruined for life. We both laughed a lot, and
Speaker 1: it was all fun and games after that story twenty
Speaker 1: seven It was weird. We had been dating for only
Speaker 1: eight months but were seriously in love. We had recently
Speaker 1: moved in together. That day, she got a Facebook message
Speaker 1: from an old friend asking to hang out. I already
Speaker 1: had plans to see two friends that night by myself,
Speaker 1: one earlier and maybe one later in the night. I
Speaker 1: was having a morning cigarette with her on the porch
Speaker 1: and even made a comment along the lines of well,
Speaker 1: you should hang out with him as long as you
Speaker 1: won't sleep with him. She laughed it off because he
Speaker 1: was kind of unattractive. I still felt a pinch of jealousy,
Speaker 1: but just wrote it off as paranoia. She mentioned the
Speaker 1: guy before, but it didn't seem like a long lost
Speaker 1: crush or anything. Fast forward to later on in the
Speaker 1: night and I was hanging out with my friend Chris.
Speaker 1: We just did random stuff and decided to end the
Speaker 1: chill session early as he had work in the morning. Well,
Speaker 1: I had talked with my girlfriend and she was just
Speaker 1: chilling with the guy at home. I mentioned that I
Speaker 1: was probably going to see another friend in the area
Speaker 1: while driving to his place. Yes, I impulsively decided to
Speaker 1: go home. I thought to myself, I should be a
Speaker 1: good boyfriend get to know her friends as well. I
Speaker 1: drove back to our apartment and I tried calling her,
Speaker 1: but she didn't pick up. I was worried because I
Speaker 1: still didn't have a card that would let me be
Speaker 1: buzzed into our apartment complex. I had to dial a
Speaker 1: number at the front she had to pick up on
Speaker 1: her cell phone and then the gates for the apartment
Speaker 1: complex would open up. By sheer chance, I happened to
Speaker 1: get there as someone else had just opened the gate,
Speaker 1: and I was able to follow them in without being buzzed.
Speaker 1: In my lucky day. They're probably drunk, being goofy and
Speaker 1: might not have noticed my call. I thought to myself.
Speaker 1: We had just made me a copy of the key,
Speaker 1: and I walked into our apartment. It was eerie. No
Speaker 1: one was in the living room. For a second, I thought, wow,
Speaker 1: they just suddenly left the place in such a rush,
Speaker 1: until I noticed our bedroom door was closed. We never
Speaker 1: do that. I crept toward it, and a deep feeling
Speaker 1: of fear slowly overwhelmed me. No, it can't be what
Speaker 1: I'm thinking. That only happens in movies. As I opened
Speaker 1: the bedroom door and flipped the switch, there they were,
Speaker 1: the love of my life and a fat Italian dude.
Speaker 1: Inches away from putting his stuff into her. He just stops,
Speaker 1: sits up and says, sorry, dude. I did not act
Speaker 1: cool at all. I screamed, what the heck, get the
Speaker 1: hell out of my house. I then promptly ran to
Speaker 1: the kitchen grabbed a large chef knife In one hand
Speaker 1: and a half empty wine bottle in the other. I
Speaker 1: ran back to the room and threatened him to leave
Speaker 1: or I would off him. I kept screaming, randomly kicking
Speaker 1: or throwing stuff. The only thought I had in my
Speaker 1: mind was just cut him. Don't stab him. A little
Speaker 1: cut isn't that bad. You won't go to jail. What
Speaker 1: saved me was that a few days prior, I had
Speaker 1: been offered a job in South Korea to teach. My
Speaker 1: best friend was there already and had pushed me to
Speaker 1: take the job. His voice popped into my head, saying,
Speaker 1: don't do it. On cave. You have a way out
Speaker 1: of this mess. You can leave the country in a month.
Speaker 1: Don't hurt him. You can go to jail instead of
Speaker 1: getting a new chance at life. So he left. I
Speaker 1: yelled at her. She was very drunk. I called her names.
Speaker 1: It was the only time I used such words in
Speaker 1: such a malicious way. I called her mom to come
Speaker 1: over because I was afraid that if she was left alone,
Speaker 1: she would try to offer herself. She tried for real
Speaker 1: two days later. She didn't succeed, and last I checked,
Speaker 1: has a serious drinking problem. It hurt, but I went
Speaker 1: to Korea a month later, and my experiences there changed
Speaker 1: my life immensely for the better. Story twenty eight when
Speaker 1: I turned eighteen, I thought I had found the perfect woman.
Speaker 1: We had so much fun and she was my everything.
Speaker 1: About four years into the relationship, I proposed to her
Speaker 1: and she said yes. It wasn't until a few months
Speaker 1: before the wedding she was texting more than usual. Thought
Speaker 1: nothing of it, really, since she said it was a
Speaker 1: code work she works with at the daycare they worked at.
Speaker 1: I never suspected anything of it because she never gave
Speaker 1: me a reason to question her since we never had
Speaker 1: problems or the normal red flags. One day, I came
Speaker 1: over to her house a little early since I got
Speaker 1: off the weekend and wanted to surprise her with some
Speaker 1: candy and roses just because I could. I walked into
Speaker 1: her house because that's what I always did. She lived
Speaker 1: with her parents, but they went on a vacation for
Speaker 1: the weekend and let her have the house. I didn't
Speaker 1: really hear much out of the ordinary, except for some
Speaker 1: weird knocking sound every so often. I got something to
Speaker 1: drink and sat down for a minute. I remember that
Speaker 1: day vividly, even though it was a few years ago.
Speaker 1: It was really hot outside, like you could hardly breathe.
Speaker 1: I had a sprite, and I remember even how much
Speaker 1: I spent on flowers and candy. It's odd how we
Speaker 1: can remember the worst of days perfectly. So after I
Speaker 1: sat there and heard the knocking for about five minutes
Speaker 1: while enjoying my sprite, I started to wonder what she
Speaker 1: was doing. I figured she was trying to put her
Speaker 1: new TV stand and shelf together because we had previous
Speaker 1: plans to do so, but didn't know why she would
Speaker 1: start without me, So I grabbed the flowers and candy
Speaker 1: and headed towards her room. As I got closer to
Speaker 1: the room, I knew something was off because I could
Speaker 1: hear a guy saying something and her moaning. I was
Speaker 1: hoping so badly that I was wrong. I was praying
Speaker 1: that the sounds I heard were somehow wrong, and just
Speaker 1: in my mind, my mind wanted to believe that maybe
Speaker 1: she was watching corn. But the knocking against the wall
Speaker 1: made more sense now. I opened the door and it
Speaker 1: was my worst fear come true. Some guy was on
Speaker 1: top of her and they were going at it. The
Speaker 1: knocking was her bed hitting the wall every so often.
Speaker 1: I was entirely heartbroken. I put the flowers and candy
Speaker 1: on her dresser and left without saying a word. They
Speaker 1: both saw me and just sort of froze, like maybe
Speaker 1: perhaps if they stopped I wouldn't notice, or maybe they
Speaker 1: didn't know how to react. I know I didn't. I
Speaker 1: knew the guy. He was one of her really good
Speaker 1: friends from grade school. In most cases, I wouldn't be
Speaker 1: mad at the guy because I think in most cases
Speaker 1: the guy doesn't know the full situation. But this guy
Speaker 1: knew better, he knew we were together, and I was mad. Heck,
Speaker 1: the guy had a girlfriend of his own. I was furious,
Speaker 1: but it was sadness that took me over. I was
Speaker 1: so sad it felt like I wasted four years of
Speaker 1: my life. I didn't understand why or how she could
Speaker 1: do this. What did I do wrong? So many things
Speaker 1: on my mind. I was broken. I drove home. I
Speaker 1: remember the exact feeling and mindset I had on my
Speaker 1: way home. I could have crashed and wouldn't have cared
Speaker 1: that maybe it would have made her regret it. I
Speaker 1: got home and about ten minutes later she showed up.
Speaker 1: We both did a ton of talking to one another
Speaker 1: and opening up. She said that all the texting was
Speaker 1: with Justin, the grade school friend, and she said she
Speaker 1: had this other side to her that wanted to be
Speaker 1: bad and wanted to get out every so often. We
Speaker 1: talked about what that meant. She wanted to try different
Speaker 1: stuff in the bedroom, so it didn't result in us
Speaker 1: breaking up. The truth was I did love her, and
Speaker 1: when you spend that many years with someone, it's very
Speaker 1: hard not to love them. And I didn't want to
Speaker 1: start over, and I didn't want anyone else. We did
Speaker 1: have fun together immensely, so she stopped talking to the
Speaker 1: grade school friend. They were no longer friends, and I
Speaker 1: decided to call off the wedding until I felt everything
Speaker 1: was okay. So we tried new bedroom stuff and it
Speaker 1: was fun and we had fun. Life went back to normal,
Speaker 1: but that day changed me a little. After that day,
Speaker 1: I always had trust issues. Trust just isn't easily gained
Speaker 1: back after something like that. Over time, she earned my
Speaker 1: trust back and we moved in together into an apartment.
Speaker 1: I never truly forgot that day. The scene was embedded
Speaker 1: in my mind, but I trusted her, so we moved
Speaker 1: in and everything seemed okay. This was two years later.
Speaker 1: By the time everything was back on track. We even
Speaker 1: had counseling for her because of this other side she had.
Speaker 1: Everything felt calm and we enjoyed living together until she
Speaker 1: started getting texts again, even more than before. It was
Speaker 1: a red flag this time because of the last time.
Speaker 1: I let it go for a while. I did question
Speaker 1: her and she said it was friends. I let it
Speaker 1: go because I didn't want to be that guy. I
Speaker 1: felt bad for suspecting her again, but also bad because
Speaker 1: I was so nervous. All the thoughts running through my
Speaker 1: head were absolutely horrible. One day, she left her phone
Speaker 1: at the apartment when she went to work, and I
Speaker 1: went through it. Let me tell you, I felt disgustingly
Speaker 1: horrible about it. As I turned on her phone, I
Speaker 1: felt like the worst boyfriend and a disgusting, horrible person.
Speaker 1: I did until I found all the texts she was
Speaker 1: messaging all sorts of other guys online on stuff like
Speaker 1: kick and Skype, and even some local guys from Facebook
Speaker 1: and meeting them. And here is some sound advice. Guys,
Speaker 1: if you find this sort of stuff on your girl's phone,
Speaker 1: do not look at the picture, as that is what
Speaker 1: will break you the most. I looked at the pictures.
Speaker 1: She sent some very explicit pictures to all sorts of guys,
Speaker 1: and she had pictures and videos of her with some guys.
Speaker 1: It absolutely broke me. I was done, beyond it. I
Speaker 1: grabbed all my stuff possible and moved to a friend's basement.
Speaker 1: I filled my car and my friend's car with my stuff,
Speaker 1: mostly clothes, my TV that I paid for, my video
Speaker 1: game stuff, and my computer, everything else I didn't care about.
Speaker 1: On the way out, I wrote a note explaining what
Speaker 1: I found and explaining that I was done and I
Speaker 1: didn't want any contact with her ever again. She texted
Speaker 1: me countless times that night about how it wasn't her,
Speaker 1: that it was her other side. She tried to spin
Speaker 1: it around that way again, but this time I was
Speaker 1: so done. I wasted almost eight years of my life
Speaker 1: and I felt done. I lost my job, and I
Speaker 1: lost all the will to really do anything but sleep.
Speaker 1: It was a dark time in my life. If it
Speaker 1: wasn't for my friend being there to force me to
Speaker 1: eat sometimes and be there for me, I probably wouldn't
Speaker 1: have gotten through it. I ended up blocking her from
Speaker 1: Facebook and changing my number. It was so difficult to
Speaker 1: separate my life from hers. We had routines and a
Speaker 1: life together, and I really didn't know how to be
Speaker 1: without her. I didn't know how to sleep without her
Speaker 1: in my arms, or how to eat without her helping
Speaker 1: me cook dinner, or even be in the car without
Speaker 1: her singing along to songs and acting stupid with me.
Speaker 1: Our lives went from being embedded to being separate in
Speaker 1: a second's time. I lost myself for a long time.
Speaker 1: My friend urged me to go out and meet a
Speaker 1: few women, but I didn't know how to mingle or
Speaker 1: meet women. Back then, it wasn't as digital as it
Speaker 1: is now. Now there are Tinder and Grinder. Back then
Speaker 1: it was my space. Ironically how I met my ex.
Speaker 1: I had a few dates, but with my trust issues,
Speaker 1: I didn't click with anyone. My ex managed to destroy
Speaker 1: something in me. I don't know what exactly. It is
Speaker 1: sort of a trust thing and just a worry that
Speaker 1: any relationship I would have would end like that. I
Speaker 1: gave up for a while until this woman found me online.
Speaker 1: I had a website where I was writing a book online.
Speaker 1: I wrote it in chapters and posted each one online
Speaker 1: like an episodic style. This woman was a huge fan,
Speaker 1: and we noticed we had a huge number of the
Speaker 1: same interests. She loved writing just as much as I do,
Speaker 1: and she has a passion for art. We share our
Speaker 1: new art with each other all the time and give
Speaker 1: each other honest critiques. We are always brutally honest with
Speaker 1: each other, and I love that It's been three years
Speaker 1: of constant skyping, playing games on PS three with each other,
Speaker 1: and we write with each other every single day. We
Speaker 1: have fallen in love. We literally talk from the moment
Speaker 1: our day starts to when we sleep, and it's amazing.
Speaker 1: Story twenty nine. Things between me and my partner had
Speaker 1: been rocky for a couple of months, and while I
Speaker 1: knew that we were slowly drifting apart, we had for
Speaker 1: each other was most definitely still there, or at least
Speaker 1: that's what I thought. Things had been going better for
Speaker 1: the last couple of weeks, and I had spent Friday
Speaker 1: night at home working on some schoolwork while she went
Speaker 1: out to party with some friends. So when I woke
Speaker 1: up early on Saturday, I thought it would be a
Speaker 1: great idea to walk over to her place with some
Speaker 1: food to make her breakfast, which was something that I
Speaker 1: often did. She didn't live far from my place, so
Speaker 1: it was a short walk, and she always left a
Speaker 1: spare key outside her place and permitted me to pop
Speaker 1: in at any time. However, when I got to her place,
Speaker 1: there was a vehicle I didn't recognize in her driveway
Speaker 1: and her key wasn't in its normal place. I felt
Speaker 1: intrusive about it, but I decided to look through the
Speaker 1: window into her suite she lived in a basement suite,
Speaker 1: to see if she was actually home or had crashed
Speaker 1: at a friend's place. After all, we had been together
Speaker 1: for three plus years, so it wasn't like I was
Speaker 1: some peeping tom. So, even though I felt a little
Speaker 1: weird about it, I looked through the kitchen window and
Speaker 1: immediately saw shoes and clothing spread all over and in
Speaker 1: a very cliche way, they led directly to her bedroom.
Speaker 1: Even though my heart sank to my stomach and I
Speaker 1: didn't want to see it, I went around the house
Speaker 1: and looked through her bedroom window to see what I feared.
Speaker 1: She was lying unclothed in bed next to another guy.
Speaker 1: I've never felt so ashamed, betrayed and angry before in
Speaker 1: my life, and in that very moment, she happened to
Speaker 1: open her eyes and made direct eye contact with me.
Speaker 1: I felt shattered, I felt guilty and ashamed. I wanted
Speaker 1: to smash the window and off this stranger lying next
Speaker 1: to the woman I thought I'd always be with, but
Speaker 1: I didn't. I just walked away. The next year of
Speaker 1: my life, I'm ashamed to admit, consisted of excessive drinking
Speaker 1: and partying, cringeworthy conversations with my ex, and an internal
Speaker 1: turmoil that nearly destroyed me. But when that fog finally lifted, somehow,
Speaker 1: it all made sense, and I was finally able to
Speaker 1: let go of all the pain and anger and frustration
Speaker 1: that I had held on to. I made my apologies,
Speaker 1: I shook the hand of the man who was lying
Speaker 1: next to her that morning, now her partner, and made
Speaker 1: peace with all that had happened. My reaction at the
Speaker 1: time was childish, self destructive, and likely overboard. She wasn't
Speaker 1: my first serious girlfriend, but she was the one that
Speaker 1: I loved more than anyone else, and I really thought
Speaker 1: we'd be together forever. I'm not proud of how I reacted,
Speaker 1: but it taught me a lot about who I am
Speaker 1: and who I want to be. I stayed single for
Speaker 1: a long time after that, and only dated for short periods,
Speaker 1: but never got too attached to anyone. I apologized to
Speaker 1: both her and her new partner for a variety of reasons,
Speaker 1: mainly to make peace with what had happened and to
Speaker 1: try to heal some of the anger I was holding
Speaker 1: on to, but also because during my phase of self destruction,
Speaker 1: I had said some pretty cringey things to both her
Speaker 1: and to him. We shared a group of friends, so
Speaker 1: there was plenty of interaction, and I knew that I
Speaker 1: could and should be a better man than that. I
Speaker 1: felt really guilty about some of the things I said,
Speaker 1: and because I really did care about this person, I
Speaker 1: wanted her to be happy with whatever new path she chose.
Speaker 1: One day, I finally met another woman whom I fell
Speaker 1: deeply in love with and have been with for five
Speaker 1: years now. I couldn't be happier. And the box I
Speaker 1: have hiding in my closet is almost full enough with
Speaker 1: the money I've been saving to buy her the ring
Speaker 1: she's always wanted. I guess in the end, it does
Speaker 1: make sense. Thank you for watching. If you enjoyed this video,
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