People Talk About The Most Shameful Liars They've Ever Met
44. It Started When I Was About To Graduate
“I was a sophomore in college. I went down to San Diego with a group of fraternity brothers for a fraternity conference over a weekend in February. I befriend a few guys, we add each other over Facebook and Instagram. Fast forward two years: I’m a senior now and I’m a few months away from graduating with my degree. I get a message on Facebook from one of those fraternity brothers I met 2 years prior congratulating me on graduating (he was two years older = graduated two years before me).
We continue chatting on FB messengers then after a few days, we exchange numbers and start texting (at this point I start getting the hint that this brother could be gay because what straight guy continues to text another presumably straight guy?) I decide to tell him I’m gay casually in convo. He does the same (but asks me to keep it a secret (he wasn’t out and I was).
He also tells me he’s been in a down-low relationship for FOUR YEARS. No one knew about them. So we continue our friendship.
I immediately fall in love with this guy. Our sense of humor was the same, he was educated, had a career…I even told him that I was sprung. He rejects me, obviously because he already was with someone. I understood that. We continue to hang out.
We get somewhat intimate each time we see each other (sleep together but not cuddle, kiss, nothing intimate). I decide to tell him I knew he felt the same way as I did but I couldn’t continue doing this…I couldn’t be some side guy. I couldn’t let him cheat even though it felt like we already did. He tells me that he’s happy with me, that he didn’t feel like this with his current guy. He ends up breaking up with him, he and I start going out, and now, after 3 years we fiiiiinally decided to move in (we actually just unloaded everything today!)”
43. It Started When My Best Friend Comforted Me
“Was with a girl for three years but honestly the last year and a half of it felt like a dying relationship due to persistent mental health problems on both our parts. The time we spent together felt safe but hollow if anyone can relate. No fulfillment there anymore, just safe in the consistency. I didn’t want to break it off since I was afraid she would kill herself (she hadn’t threatened but did confess to me that she had a plan to kill herself before we started going out and I ended up saving her life by walking in and surprising her the night she was going to do it)
So one of my best friends at the time was helping me through all this, she was and is incredible and I am so happy for her in my life.
We had gotten really close, this friend and I, and as I was working up the courage to break off the relationship, I naughty texted a roleplay scenario with her and we both got off to it. My relationship with my significant other at the time finally ended about a week later and I’ve been much happier in my current relationship. I just wish I would have had the courage to end it sooner.
Sadly it gets worse. The girl who helped me through the breakup and whom I naughty texted was one of my best friends’ significant other at the time and her relationship also fell apart as a result of this. The whole friend group was shaken and she and I left/were kicked out, understandably so. It’s my only major regret in life. The whole situation was messy and terrible and I’m sorry for what happened but I’m very happy with where I am.
The best thing I can do now I think is trying to help other people not make the same mistake I did. If a relationship is failing, don’t try to prolong it for fear of change or fear of hurting the other person, you’ll just hurt them even more later and the change will be more chaotic and scary since you’ll be in more emotional pain.”
42. It Started When My Man Went To His Ex's Place
“I thought I would never ever cheat on someone. My first serious relationship cheated on me like crazy with multiple other chicks. Fast forward a few years to the most mentally abusive jerk ever. All he could talk about was his ex. Comparing me to her, berating me cause I hated anal and she loved it, mocking my real tits with her fake ones, etc.
One night, after about 8 months of the relationship, his ex calls and invites him over.
Despite me begging and pleading with him not to, he went. I told him to at least give me $30, so I could go out and not have to stay home, because he controlled all the money, even mine. I was shocked when he did. He dropped me off downtown on the way to her place. I went to this cheap, rowdy bar, and was immediately folded into a bachelor party.
One dude was really interested. We ended up at a house party, and then his place, and hooked up.
This was before I had a cellphone, my man wouldn’t allow me to have one. I knew my man was going to hook up with his ex, so I hooked up with this guy. In the morning, he got me a cab home, and my man was livid.
He had gone over to her place, and it hadn’t worked out. He claimed he couldn’t go through with it, but I know now she must have turned him down, that was probably a ploy to make me feel worse. I told him what happened, and he held it over my head for the rest of the time we were together.
Should I have been with that guy? No.
My thinking my man was going to cheat on me didn’t make me cheating on him right. I felt guilty about it for the rest of our time together. He had me convinced I would die without him looking after me (I was a drug addict when we met, he had gotten me to clean up, at least for chunks of time) so we stayed together for 5 years.
He recently called me complaining his new significant other had beaten him up. He had kicked my butt more than a few times, had become very physically abusive, as well as the continuing mental and financial abuse. I was a big enough person to not rub his nose in it, but I’ll admit I got a perverse sense of sick glee from it. We are all such base creatures.”
41. It Started In The Elevator
“A little background, I’d been with my then significant other for two years, in the last year, he had slowly become emotionally and occasionally physically abusive. He also refused to work so I was spending a huge amount of time at my job trying to pull enough hours to support both of us. I don’t think any of this excuses my behavior but I do think it gives some context.
I had a good friendship with a male coworker who I think had some inkling of what my situation was and was very kind and supportive. We were also both pretty obviously physically attracted to one another. After a particularly intense week work and home wise we ended up making out in an elevator at work, wasn’t planned – it just kind of happened.
We agreed to meet up outside of work the following week to talk things over but I think even at the time we knew why we actually wanted to meet up, and predictably we ended up sleeping together.
Two weeks after that my then-partner went out of town to visit family. I called him a day into his visit and told him we were over, packed my things, and left. I was frightened of him at the time and afraid to do it in person, although I acknowledge that breaking up over the phone is a pretty big ballsy move.
I don’t feel good about cheating, but I also can’t say that I regret it because it was the push I needed to get out. I’m still in touch with the coworker, we are friendly as we always were. There was never more between us than friendship and mutual attraction so we never had a relationship or anything.”
40. It Started When She Met A Guy At Work
“2 years ago during August, I went with my significant other to New York and, as our relationship was already lasting 7 years and we lived together for 1 year, I proposed to her.. on the Brooklyn Bridge during sunset. She obviously said yes and we started soon preparing everything to get married in July.
On Christmas, as the whole family meets, we gave everyone their invitation and everything was great.
In April, we moved from an apartment to a house (on rent). Everything looks good, even though she talks alot about this guy she met at work, and how they are good friends and are going to drink something once a week while I am at school… I didn’t really see a red flag as he is 15 years older and married with 2 children. Also, she always told me how it went and what they talked about…
July gets closer and my fiancee still talks a lot about this guy. I asked her if there was anything between them and if I had to worry about anything. She obviously told me not to worry and confirmed they were just friends. As there were only 2 months left to the wedding I trusted her…
July arrives, we marry, everything is wonderful and great. We leave for our honeymoon 2 days after the wedding, for 2 weeks only me and her to relax from all the stress from the wedding preparation and my school exams.
During this time I noticed how she was always on her phone texting someone but didn’t specifically tell me who. So after the 1st week, I check her phone while she is taking a shower… and that’s how I found out she was cheating on me with that guy she met at work…
Later I found out she was cheating since the end of November… She moved out by end of September and marriage got nullified in January.
It appears they are still together as he is divorcing his wife.
Yeah.. sometimes life is messy”
39. It Started When My Husband Was Gone For Two Months
“I was in an abusive marriage. I gave him 5 years of me being the best wife I could be and he walked out on me for another woman. He was gone two months, then he decided to move back in with me without talking about what happened and I was so devastated about my marriage failing that I just let him.
I never was able to feel connected to him again even though he actually started treating me better.
Three months after he had moved back in, I cheated with an ex. I should not have done it, but I didn’t have the backbone to leave yet. My husband went through my phone while I was sleeping. He was a mixture of angry and devastation. He wanted to work things out but I had lived through hell before cheating and cheating gave me the courage to fight to leave.
I am still legally married to him but I have been in the court system fighting for a divorce for over two years. He had a string of women he was sleeping with but told me he wasn’t. He told me I was messing up our child by leaving. He told me I was obligated to love him forever. I gave him my apartment and he stalked me, busted out my car windows, and broke into my home, abused me because he thought he owned me.
I have awesome friends who helped me fully get out. I never involved the police and I regret that. It would have made the divorce go through so much faster I think. I started going out with one of my friends and we have had a phenomenal relationship. We have a kid together and it was only when I was pregnant that my husband started leaving me alone. My husband broke into my friend’s house before I started going out with him while I was there with friends. My friend threatened to shoot him and that put a stop to the stalking.”
38. It Started When His Pregnant Ex Came Into The Scene
“I had been seeing him for 3.5 months, when I get woken up at his house by some woman screaming ‘what the heck.’ It was his ex, who came over to get ‘closure’ (or beg to get back together). It didn’t seem like she wanted that after she found me in bed with him. Oops.
Anyhoo, I get on my lunch at work and see I have a text from my new partner (I love you’s have not been exchanged, I just started seeing him more than once a week) saying ‘So, I figured out why she was so adamant that we get back together.’
Now, any reasonable person would think ‘damn, that witch is knocked up with your man’s baby.’
And that would be correct.
So I’m giving death glares to anyone who looks at me for the rest of my shift and goes over to his house that night. You see, she’s making him choose, her and he gets to see his unborn child, or me and pay child support and struggle through a custody battle.
Well, I feel like and look like I’m gonna vomit. She’s coming over early the next morning for his answer so I end up leaving at 4 in the morning.
Right before I leave he looks at me and says ‘even if I don’t choose you, please don’t think it’s because I don’t love you.’
This is, of course, the very first time he tells me he loves me. I’m sobbing my whole walk home, feeling like my heart is ripped out of my chest.
I’m waiting the next morning for a text from him for his answer.
Me or her. And eff, do I really wanna be the girl going out with a guy with a pregnant ex? He already had two kids with his ex-wife. Finally, I text him asking who he chose, and he gives me this long speech about how he has to be there for his child. So I go for a very long walk over a very dangerous bridge and eat nothing, drink a six-pack of hard cider, throw up then pass out on the bathroom floor, but wake up in my bed because my best friends a homegirl.
Text him at about 3 in the morning to tell him I miss him. He said he missed me too.
So the plan at this point was to stay friends. So I’m still going over almost every night and sleeping over. No kissing, but cuddling’s still involved. She doesn’t know of course. It’s Thanksgiving week and I worked at Target so I’m sleep-deprived for Black Friday stuff and probably spent every waking moment high as a kite.
After one week, he’s throwing a little party and we both get a little too tipsy. We crawl into bed and break that ‘just friends’ rule and it stayed broken.
That continued for a while. Of course, she walked in and found us in bed yet again (he’s an onsite manager of a hotel and his apartment is connected to the front desk, she can just let herself in.) They break up (yay) and she tells him he’ll never see his child.
Until she figures out she’s broke as heck and will need more than child support to raise the baby. She is still constantly trying to convince him to leave me.
Then we find out there are complications with the baby.
Then she decided to come over and scream and throw crap at him.
Then we find out that she miscarried
Then she comes over drinks her heart out, threatens to drive herself off the wharf, and admits to sitting in her car the night before to watch me come and go.
She comes over one last time, begs him to take her back, screams at him, steals his Tupperware, my lingerie, some of his clothes, his ex-fiance’s very expensive ring he had for emergency money needs (which she always thought was for her), etc.
I live with him now and we are very happy. We have hotel reservations for our 1 year anniversary in August.”
37. It Started When I Was On Pain Pills
“I wasn’t in a relationship but she was, so I guess this depends on how you define cheating.
I started a job while I was in school. At the time I was seeing someone, but after a couple of months she broke up with me (and cheated on me, if people are to believe. I think she probably was). She was my whole life at that point so I had to try and reconnect with friends I had ignored and make new friends again.
I started spending time with the people I worked with. It was a food place in a college town, so most of the employees were of a similar age to me. I became friends with everyone working the day shifts with me. A girl who started the same day I did was really cool and we started talking a lot at work. People around me, as time went on, started making jokes about how I was always flirting with her and vice versa, but I thought they were just kidding.
I’m pretty oblivious to these things.
She was seeing someone and became engaged fairly early on in our friendship. She introduced me to her fiancé and he was a good enough guy. Everyone that worked together as well as her fiancé started hanging out all the time. It was great for a while and she and I became best friends.
After like a year or so, it started to dawn on me that people might not have just been busting my balls and that I actually did have feelings for her.
This made me super uncomfortable and I started trying to find a new job. She noticed the change in my attitude and started pressing me about what was wrong. Around this time I had a health issue that ended with me being prescribed pain pills that pretty much made me feel so good I was comfortable being honest all the time. She texted me when I was medicated one time and I ended up admitting how I felt, but telling her it wasn’t a big deal and if I just started working somewhere else and got a little distance from her we could probably still be friends.
She then told me she’d had a thing for me since pretty much the moment we met.
Normally, I would have still extricated myself from the situation, but at the time I was still kinda hurt over my being cheated on and strung along by someone else between my break up and now. I basically convinced myself that people that just…didn’t do the right thing or didn’t care who might be hurt in the pursuit of what they wanted were probably a lot happier than me.
So, while I didn’t actively pursue her, I didn’t look for a new job and stayed working with and talking to her.
Things snowballed from there. Our connection quickly deepened and we started an emotional affair. For a while we let things stay at that level, but eventually at the party things got physical while we were drunk. Her fiancé walked in. Despite her kissing me first, I told him it was entirely on me to try and smooth things over out of guilt.
A lot of stuff happened after that, but to quickly summarize, I tried to stop being friends with both of them to avoid things getting worse, she was far too attached and her unhappiness leads her fiancé to seek me out and bury the hatchet so we could all be friends again. I allowed it, but behind his back things just kept escalating. I eventually quit my job and moved an hour away to get out of the situation, but she desperately kept trying to stay in contact with me.
She eventually left her (by this time) husband, moved back in with her mother, and started being with me. It was a mess and took a long time, and I made her aware that if there was any kind of backsliding, we were done. She spent one evening with her husband again. I knew that this whole thing was terrible for everyone involved so I ended it.
This was probably 10 years ago now. I think she is still with her husband and has a child now, but I’m not sure. I can’t really handle knowing anything about her situation and just avoid it all as best I can. I’m still pretty messed up over the whole thing and think about her every day, as sad as it is.
But, it is what it is.”
36. It Started When I Moved Back Into Town
“My ex sent me a Facebook message when I moved back into town. By that time she was married with a daughter. She was asking me to text her, but she didn’t say much. About a week later she asked me if I wanted to get together to talk. It was innocent enough, just wanting to get some closure and whatnot. After she came by one night for a few hours she started blowing my phone up constantly, but I wasn’t mad about it.
She told me she wanted me to ask her to stay that night and was surprised when I didn’t. I refused to make a move on her when we hung out after that.
One day she came over and climbed into my bed to watch a movie with me. About 45 minutes later she just says ‘eff it’ and sticks her tongue down my throat. 10 minutes later her clothes are off and yeah.
She came by a few times a week for a few months. It hit me that things needed to change when she was sneaking away from her family on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve to call me and talk about nothing but missing me. We ended up mutually breaking it off because it wasn’t fair to either of us or anybody in our lives.
I think we both know now that who we are as people will never work.
She’s too easily controlled by family and the people in the small town where we grew up while I am more of the wild, constantly on the go type. I don’t live in the same place long, I run all over the country riding motorcycles with one of the largest motorcycles on the planet, and I have a lust for adventure. I think we both know now that for things to ever work out between us with those differences would require huge sacrifice on both of our parts and a whole lot of getting our crap together. I still love her and would give my life for her if I had to, but chances are I will probably never speak to her again in hopes that I won’t be the reason she completely changes her life. She’s a special woman and deserves all the happiness in the world (plus all the stability I can’t provide).”
35. It Started When I Went Out Of Town With A Friend
“My significant other and I are polygamous (well, now it’s just her while I work on fixing myself). We talked everything over and had for the time being agreed that hooking up with other people wouldn’t be a part of what we wanted to do, just other less intimate things. At the very LEAST we promised to talk to the other first before getting intimate with anyone else.
Fast forward a few weeks to me spending a few days out of town with a friend, and me hooking up with them, all in the span of a few hours.
While maybe not cheating in the traditional sense, it still crossed a boundary my significant other and I had set with each other and she expressed feelings of betrayal when I told her (which I did immediately after the fact).
The kicker is that I was the one who really wanted that boundary in place, to begin with. I felt and still do feel awful about it.
To make matters worse I later found out my friend was intoxicated at the time we hooked up and felt uncomfortable about the incident the day after. I never would have done those things if I had known they couldn’t properly consent and I don’t think I will ever stop feeling awful about what I did.
Due to intimate trauma in my past, I often feel compelled and pressured by invisible forces to intimately please others. I was doing what I thought I needed to do and it resulted in hurting both my significant other and my friend.
It’s been about a month since this incident and my partner and I had a lot of serious talks and rough nights but we are still going strong and hoping to be engaged to each other this year.
The friend I ‘cheated’ with and I had some talks too but have since decided to cease contact with each other for a while so we can sort out our personal issues. I’m in therapy now, talking to a professional about my past intimate trauma and hangups for the first time in my life.
Long story short, don’t agree to say yes to a polygamous relationship unless you’ve handled your personal demons first. If you can’t communicate your wants and needs properly with all parties involved, you will cause nothing but a pain to yourself and others.”
34. It Started When My Husband Wouldn't Communicate With Me
“He was my husband’s good friend and co-worker. He was married to his 2nd wife (and former mistress).
My husband and I had been having trouble. Just a lack of communication and negative feelings building over time. His friend started making moves on me, telling me how sexy I was and how I wasn’t appreciated. I loved it. Since he worked with my husband he knew when he was gone on business and when to call/text me.
There were pictures and videos exchanged. Physically it didn’t go beyond kissing and groping a couple of times. I always knew the truth would come out. (It always does, it was just a matter of time).
We were on holiday for his and his wife’s 2 year anniversary. A big group of us just hanging out having fun. My husband was inside being unsociable and I was so angry and felt like he didn’t want to be outside with ME! I was with the wife and another friend.
Her husband went off with a friend and left his phone with her because we were using it for music. He didn’t delete his last text messages.
She grabs her friend and ran inside. I knew immediately what was happening. Another one of their friends was outside and said wow, they look angry! I finished my drink and said it’s about to get worse. I went inside and she asked me what the hell and how could I do this to her and their kids (I loved those kids).
I walked out and my husband asked what was happening. So I explained in very simple terms that his friend and I had been exchanging inappropriate text messages. He went and read them from his friend’s phone (since mine were deleted).
It was a sleepless night with all 4 of us talking together… She mostly yelled. The next day my husband and I went to a hotel.
We stayed there for 3 days. Talking, crying and him getting everything from my phone. There were no secrets.
He wanted to stay. He said he never wants to be anywhere else but with me. Now, we have never been better. I love this man with every piece of my being! I did horrible things, but he has fully forgiven me and completely trusts me. Even though I don’t deserve it. It’s a horrible thing that happened, but if it didn’t… I don’t know if my husband I would have had a reset. I don’t know that we would have made it.”
33. It Started When He Messaged Me On MSN
“When we were 15, my friend K was the first person in our friendship group to be in a relationship. P was nice and funny, but nothing too special, just a guy. K and I had been friends since 5th grade.
I don’t really remember how it started, it was so gradual, but P would talk to me a lot on MSN. He was genuinely nice to me, which was a rather new experience for me since at that point I was having a really hard time socially at school and was devastatingly lonely.
We wrote quizzes and sent them to each other, and the questions got deeper and more risque. I asked him about K but he convinced me that it was ok. My self-esteem was in the pits and I didn’t have any idea of what I should do so I just kept playing along, the attention made me happy. We would find excuses to be next to each other in crowded spaces, I would intentionally let him see up my skirt at school, I would wear things he found sexy, but we never actually talked about our situation in person.
Only ever online.
Then, I got my own significant other. I told him I felt bad continuing whatever we were doing, and he got mad at me saying he’d had K this whole time and it would be hypocritical for me to stop now. Again, my low self-esteem kept me where I was. As karma would have it, K cheated on P. He was devastated and finally realized both what he’d been doing and also what he’d lost.
He cut me off basically.
About 6 months after graduating high school, and maybe a year after things with P ended, I get a scathing message from K. I suspected what it was about but I messaged a mutual friend to confirm. K and P had been working on things, but K cheated on him again, at which point, he blurted everything about me in an attempt to hurt her. I thought her calling me an untrustworthy snake was a bit of the pot calling the kettle black, but I was sad that that was the end of a 10-year friendship. If I hadn’t had already broken up with my partner she probably would have passed on the info and I would have deserved it.”
32. It Started When My Significant Other Became Strict
“Started going out with this chick from high school right at the end of freshman year of college. We went to large universities about an hour and a half away from each other but were able to see each other every weekend. Two years in it’s going well still, but I felt myself longing for more. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I felt like I couldn’t marry this chick and in a few years, I know that’s what would be expected of me.
I had some really great female friends who I studied with a bunch, and my significant other hated that (they were attractive and had really great outgoing personalities that matched me perfectly) and eventually wanted me to stop spending so much time with them. I told her I would, but instead, I just lied to her when I was with them. It sucked, but eventually, I just got OK with the lying.
Many more months down the line, I’m miserable and I wanted to get out of the relationship but I didn’t have the balls to end it (our families were close, friends even closer) so I felt trapped. I cheated on her with some stupid girl who I barely knew and somehow someone found out and told my significant other. She dumped me, as she should have, but I felt like it was what I wanted.
I basically took a coward’s way out of the relationship. I became depressed, couldn’t eat or sleep that well and tried making myself happy by just hooking up with random girls. That didn’t help, the only thing that did help was coming completely clean with my ex. She kinda forgave me, and now 2 years later we’ll get lunch together when I’m back in town to catch up.”
31. It Started When I Got fed Up With My Emotionally Abusive Partner
“I was a junior going into senior year of college and had decided to pick up a minor, so I was staying on campus to work and do summer session courses. I had been going out with an emotionally abusive cheater since sophomore year; he lived a few hours from school as he had left school due to his grades shortly after we began seeing each other.
As I moved into the summer housing a guy offered to help me move my things. That’s how it started. A simple question. He was genuinely nice, he cared about me and flirted with me, and was ok keeping his distance romantically because he knew I was in a relationship. And then I came back to campus after my routine weekend at my significant other’s place to tell everyone that I’d caught him cheating red-handed, again.
And because I was young and stupid, we’d worked it out and were still together. He had manipulated me again.
But I had been hurt enough to want revenge, and I had someone interested in me, so instead of just dumping the jerk and starting something new, I decided to let the new guy convince me to spend more time with him. And even when I tried to resist I still ended up having the affair.
I waited until I was good and ready and then broke up with the jerk by telling him what I did.
I went out with the guy I cheated with for a few months but still found myself having feelings for the jerk, because… emotional abuse crap. We ended up getting back together for another round of train wreck. Played that until a year and a half after graduation, when he started his crap again and the same guy wanted me still.
Ended up cheating with him again, but broke up with the jerk immediately after and then moved hundreds of miles away, closer to my parents and the other guy.
Ended up telling the other guy that I felt bad about how we kept ending up together and that I didn’t want to hurt him, ended things. Ended up single and finally really happy a few months later and hundreds of miles from jkerk …and then he got in contact with me and moved a few blocks away from me.
Wound up back in the cycle, He ended up cheating on me again, kind of expected it. Didn’t end up with the other guy. He married a girl he knocked up. We’re still friends. He got me through a rough decade. I married a different great guy. Jerk ended up married to a younger girl, has some kids. we’ve spoken recently and he’s happy. I always hope he respects her enough not to cheat on her too. I’ve never cheated again.”
30. It Started When I Spent More Time At Work
“The relationship I was in was already coming to an end… I spent less and less time with him and more time at work (gym manager). One of the staff/coaches there, we had gotten close through the months. We were both in awful relationships that in all honesty, we were both too scared or not bothered to leave the relationship so just allowed it to carry on.
We began spending more time together and being each other’s sounding board. We would stay late at the gym together legitimately just talking… eventually we were going out after work for a bite not realizing it was getting intimate. I tried to ignore the feelings and be ignorant of what was happening. I just tried to convince myself I have enough to deal with…working full time and school full time as well.
One night I get a message from him…basically telling me he comes into work just to see me… I reciprocated the feelings… and we began hanging out more. I made more excuses that I had to stay late at work or had to go to bed early for classes etc. Etc. When in reality I was with the other. We spent time hanging out. Playing pool, going for walks.
We never kissed nor held hands even for a very long time. And finally one night he just leaned in and kissed me. And it was like fireworks (cheesy I know) and from that point, we couldn’t stop ourselves from one another.
I eventually broke off my relationship…rip off the bandaid. And the other assured me he was doing so as well. I let time pass. I didn’t push him on breaking up with her because I didn’t want him to break up with her for me, but that he was breaking up with her because the relationship was already done.
As I was putting the schedule together for my gym. My assistant manager informed me that he had taken a week off of work, which he didn’t mention to me at all… people at work didn’t know we were together (just saw we were flirty) then I find out he had taken a week off to go to Mexico with his significant other. Shocked, appalled, offended.
I called him… told him I knew, and I told him to never contact me again… if I see him at work then it is work-related and I don’t want him near me ever. He begged and pleaded that it was beyond his control. She had booked the ticket. Dumb excuse. I never wanted to hear from him again. He rang off my phone non-stop. Telling me he’s sorry and blah blah…
I ignored. He finally wrote me a letter and left it at my desk… telling me he’s ended it with her. He’s no longer going on the trip and that he’s in love with me. He ended up moving in with me… trust was incredibly difficult in our relationship but we made it work to the best of our abilities. The relationship eventually ended only for geographical reasons.”
29. It Started When I Was In Spain
“First I was cheated on by my ex with her neighbor. She had in fact already cheated with him once before when she was married (not to me). They are still together so I guess it was meant to be? Romantic? Nah, eff ’em.
When I was almost on the other side was this summer when I met this girl on vacation in Spain, who was also from Norway as me.
Anyway, I danced with her, flirted with her (and her with me) and we had a good time. Then eventually she says she’s married, happily married even. At this, I decided to stop flirting with her as I did not wish to be ‘that guy’. She was upset but alas that’s life. Later we met up again on the way back to the hotel, we apparently lived in the same hotel.
Then she suddenly said, ‘If you can run faster than me you can hook up with me!’. At this point, the lower brain below the belt took over and I decided to outrun her.
Got her to my hotel room …and then…then she got sick. Decided to let her just sleep on the bed (clothed) and I went about to sleep myself. Eventually, she puked, also her friend called her and I explained things and she came to pick up her friend and get her back to her room.
I feel lucky I did not fool around with her, I don’t want to be ‘that guy’. Also, she was apparently drunker than I realized.
A month later she texted me on Facebook (no we are not friends, but seems we have a friend in common that she texted from) and was flirting again. I have no intention of flirting back, no intention of ever meeting her again. Luckily she lives quite a bit from here, so chances we’ll meet again is slim.”
28. It Started When My Work Took Me Away
“I was with my ex for nearly 5 years. We meet at uni, moved in together after about 3 months, and couldn’t bear to be parted. We spent every waking moment together – one entity.
After 3 years or so I was on the train to work and a sudden realization hit me, like a slap across the face – I do not want to marry this man.
My whole world crumbled. Everything I knew and hoped for in the future was gone.
I began having panic attacks as I was trapped in a new lease with him (one bed flat) and we were each other’s worlds. I was terrified to move out and start my life again. I knew I would have to find new friends (all of ours were mutual, but originally had been his friends), somewhere to live (couldn’t afford the current place on my own), etc.
The need to end the relationship was so powerful, I had to stop myself just shouting it out sometimes, but then I would remember our situation and how I couldn’t bear to be alone and venture out into the world and I would bury it again.
Over a year after my realization – that we had no future, but still being too scared to leave, my work took me away for a week.
We worked in teams, none of us have met each other before, but we all quickly bonded – being thrown together and working so closely.
I quickly worked out how attracted I was to one of the guys was and we hit it off as friends within a couple of days. The week away went by without either of us making a move, however, we threw a party to celebrate the end of the week, and lo and behold, I and the guy were the only ones left.
Cue going dancing, a kiss, and then back to his with the quick phone call to the significant other – ‘Oh hey it’s late and I don’t wanna walk back on my own so I’m gonna stay at Katie’s house is that ok?’
This carried on for a couple of weeks before my significant other started talking about extending the lease again. I just blurted it out ‘I want us to move out and live separately’.
He was devastated, he kept asking why and I couldn’t give him an answer. The way I saw it was damage limitation. I had already broken his heart by leaving, he didn’t need to know I’d slept with someone else, as this was not why the relationship was ending and I didn’t want to cause him any more pain.
For a year or so I played the field, met some nice guys, some not so nice guys but couldn’t ever stop thinking about my ex.
We got back together and started to build our relationship back up. I fell in love with him all over again. I found him physically attractive again (which I had not done for over a year before we broke up). Through the course of the year or so that we separated, I broadened my horizons: started listening to some new music, going to places I wouldn’t usually frequent, and just gradually improving and evolving as a person.
He made comments about how it wasn’t really ‘me’ and why was I ‘trying so hard. This would usually be accompanied by a hair stroke or an affectionate smile, but it annoyed me. He continued to do it and I continued to get annoyed. The hooking up had started to die again; I found myself forcing it and willing it to be over – It felt like I was sleeping with my brother.
Fast forward 3/4 months. Start a new job and get teamed up with a guy. We work 10 hours a day, just us, on a project. Over the course of the 6 weeks, we slowly get to know each other and become good friends. I talk about my relationship; he chats to me about girls he is seeing and we bond over music (the new stuff I’ve been listening to) and he allows me to be who I want to be.
He listens to my opinions, and takes me seriously – this is refreshing.
We both get invited to the company Christmas party. He has worked there for years, knows everyone, I, on the other hand, have worked there 6 weeks and know no one. He agrees to come as long as we stick together as he doesn’t want to do the ‘Hey how are you? Yadda yadda yadda’ thing 20 times over, and I agree if we stick together because one of my biggest fears is being at a party with none to talk to.
We have fun, dance, take some photos in the photo booth with silly hats and glasses and as we pose for one photo I move and kiss him on the cheek. When I collect the photo later that evening I look at the kissing one and am surprised to see him smiling in a happy embarrassing way.
I wake up the next morning and he is all I can think about.
My stomach drops. I can’t do this to my significant other again. That evening we all go for a drink after work as a group. A few tequilas down and he has his arm around me and my head is resting on his shoulder. He leans down and tells me that we can’t do this, as I am in a relationship.
The next 3 months were weird.
I saw this guy twice a week, stayed around his, watched films, played PS4, and cuddled. No hooking up. Eventually, I work up the courage to finish with my significant other for good. Again, I didn’t tell him about the new guy. I just said how I felt suffocated, couldn’t change and grow as a person, and wanted to be friends. After a few months of living on a friend’s sofa, I move in with the new guy, my new significant other.
A few weeks into us cohabiting, I start receiving daily texts from my ex, my new partner sees him loitering at the corner of our road a couple of times and he keeps trying to send me ‘Find my Friend’ tracking app requests. I deal with this behavior for about 10 months. It takes its toll on my new relationship but the guilt I felt for what I did wouldn’t allow me to tell my ex that he was out of order or to stop.
I allowed him to basically stalk me because I felt so awful about what I had done. I just kept reminding myself what I had put him through and kept justifying his behavior to myself. Long story short I’ve now been with my new significant other for 18 months and couldn’t be happier, I just wish I’d met him under different circumstances, I feel like our relationship will be tarnished forever. The guilt is still there and it always will be. Please, if you’re going to cheat, remember you will feel the weight of your actions for an indefinite amount of time regardless of how the relationship ends.”
27. It Started When We Moved Out
“I feel absolutely horrible about this, even to this day 5 years later I’m still haunted by what I did. My significant other and I had recently moved in together after us both staying with my parents and things get a bit tense, we decide to move out. Things hadn’t been going great between us and I hoped this move would put back into our relationship what I felt was missing.
6 months later and things were still the same after countless attempts to reconnect or communicate more it just wasn’t the same. At the same time my best friend and his then-partner whom I was great pals equally, were having issues in their relationship, I and his girl grew quite close talking about our relationships and what to do next and we ended up enraptured in each other.
The multiple break-ups were messy, with my guy friend wanting to move in with me after my ex left, which I had to rebuff (he was devastated and I was sick with guilt). We have seen each other less and less and I started going out with his ex which only lasted about 3 months before she slept with her managers at work. It’s something I wholly regret and am haunted to know I’ll never know what life would have been like if I hadn’t messed up so royally.”
26. It Started When He Invited Me To A Halloween Party
“My man and I were seeing each other just for lunch and kissing and hugging. Didn’t know he actually wanted to be with me as he was still living with his baby mama and I was moving an hour away. The day before I moved I went to my ex’s house and things escalated…. when I went to college my man and I really wasn’t doing well.
I was leaving to go visit another guy but felt extremely guilty and turned around and went back home. Then last year I met a guy at my old job. It started out with him inviting me to his Halloween party and then him texting me. One night my man and I got in a fight. He kicked me out and broke up with me so I went to the other guy’s house.
Again, things escalated. I went back home the next morning and explained everything. He is still mad at me and I think holds a grudge and as I’m typing this I’m at work and feel like a complete scum bag reminding myself of what I’ve done. I feel horrible about it all. We are still together, but he brings it up at least once a week and he wants to break up half of the time because of it telling me he doesn’t want to be with me and he isn’t happy but neither of us does anything about it.”
25. It Started When I Played Video Games With My Friend's Brother
“I have known him his entire life. His sister WAS my best friend. The two of them are very attention-seeking people and always need to be the center of attention. I ignore 90% of what he says or does, but became close friends with him through video games (my best friend would want to read the manga so she pawns me off on her brother occasionally when I would sleepover.) He was always a kind of cuddly person, so I didn’t ever see anything wrong.
Like I said I ignore him most of the time anyway. When he started seeing his significant other at the time, he kind of ghosted from hanging out with me, which whatever I was working a lot anyway so I only noticed because he would flee when he found I was over. He stopped that after his significant other and he had their first fight and I found out about her.
After that, he started hanging out with me more and more. It was nice but kind of annoying sometimes, as he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Dam Princess syndrome. I guess his significant other started to feel insecure (she met me as I moved in with his sister at their grandparents’ old home, they had been going out for almost a year) and I don’t think anyone ever mentioned me prior to that.
I tried to lighten the mood, whenever the three of us were to together, and say, ‘yo, your girl looking lonely over there go give her some lovin’!’ Eventually, he would refuse to hang out with her and end up pestering me to tag along on his chores. Then she would text him, he would leave for an hour to see her and come back and play games with me.
Which he ended up nonchalantly mentioning through a picture of frostbite I got earlier one day. She accused him of planning to break up with her and going out with me. He told me about this I literally spit pop in his face laughing at it.
She then went to his sister (my best friend) about this. Which resulted in some really awkward (for me) situations. Where she would kick open closed doors with a smile that would fade because we were just playing video games.
To her insisting on the three of us hanging out. Which ultimately turns into an annoying match between the two. Since I am more inclined to ignore the brother he would end up putting a hand on my thigh to annoy his sister and creep me out to be the center of attention. His sister and he eventually got into a fight about the way she was treating me.
Which resulted in a huge disaster that had his mom starting to hate me, as he was starting to hang out with my brother all day every day (his mom tried to punish him by saying my brother wasn’t allowed over) and the significant other now asked her if she thought something was going on between him and I. (I only found out about all this much later) He figured his significant other was behind my friend’s negative behavior and took refuge at my sister’s place for a month.
Texting me to come over all the time. He would always want to hang out with me whenever they fought. This really created a giant mess because now both of them had told the girl that we were sleeping together. (which wasn’t true, I was a virgin) He hung out with her once after that before asking me to drive her home and then going see my brother (his best friend) They end up breaking up the next day, as she believed his mom and sister over him.
He was acting stupid and depressed and mentioned nothing about dying, and I kept telling him he was an idiot and forced him to eat because he wasn’t eating and was walking a lot, it was starting to show. He started being clingy to me, and mentioned crap about ‘why don’t we just go out’ always in front of his mother. I would always answer ‘if you want to make her jealous.
then say what you will but you don’t have a feeling for me you are just settling, and I won’t allow that to become of you!’ He started to act all homo, as my brother calls, to me (he literally means as though I were a guy and he was in ‘try-hard mode’ trying to get in my pants) I didn’t take the bait.
They got back together, on the condition that he doesn’t hang out with me alone.
That lasted a week, I wasn’t answering him after he announced they got back together, my phone wasn’t receiving messages I got them all a week later, not sure if he thought I was upset over it. He just randomly walks in announces he broke up with her. I was like what the heck, didn’t you just win her back.
He mentioned something about how they were both emotionally cheating.
I wasn’t really listening. He ended up turning stupid and clingy. Then went all ‘try hard’ to get in my pants for a while. (He had at this point found it was his mom and sister who had told her that he was sleeping with me, and wanted to make them feel guilty.) He ends up forcing it to happen. I was in a position where he was the only one keeping me from having to find a new place and my work wasn’t guaranteed hours, so I was worried about money.
(My rent was way cheaper than the average apartment in my area) So I tried to escape without hurting him physically or emotionally. (Less the mother turns all momma bear on me.) It didn’t work. I still am not sure if he realized what he did and at the time, I knew nothing of the stuff going on and didn’t want to hurt him in case my suspicions about previous were true.
He acts like a damn wounded animal whenever he realizes he hurt me. So he asked me later that night if I was okay. I answered ‘crap happens’ expecting it to be dropped. I didn’t want to lose either of my friends. (didn’t yet know what my best friend had done) I buried it in the back of my mind. He got kind of clingy for a while before asking if I told anyone about us, I didn’t understand why it mattered then and said no why would I?
He stopped hanging out with me for a while screwing around with a few girls who were the type to announce that crap.
But every time one would turn him down he would come and see me try and boost his confidence. He eventually ended up blackmailing me into being his pity “hook up” if you will, only when a girl he was interested in wasn’t interested in going out, or would end up being in a relationship… or would get back with their significant other they broke up with to see him.
He did this until his current significant other and he became publicly official. He was doing the same thing in the beginning, she would say no to going out and he would blackmail me to sleep with him. So when they finally slept together he cut all ties to me and had me kicked out. Then proceeded to try and get my family to ostracize me as well, so there could be no chance of his significant other finding out.
Life’s awesome like that.
His family starting trolling me like no tomorrow, spreading rumors trying to get all mutual friends to hate me as well. So I will just be a hermit nowadays. I kind of regret choosing to try and keep a failing friendship instead of pressing charges when I had the chance. I had even come up with cover stories for bruises and scars, from when he would accidentally hurt me. So nobody would suspect anything. I just wanted it all to be swept under the rug and things back to normal.”
24. It Started When She Won't Ride A Train Without Me
“I had ‘met’ Girl A back in middle school when AOL Instant Messenger and chat rooms were a thing. We lived about 1,000 miles away from one another and we really clicked but due to distance and youth we never really met but kept in touch all throughout middle school and high school.
Fast forward to post-college and we re-connect, and she says she is looking for Grad schools in my area.
We finally meet and hit it off and she decides to move to my area, and we officially start going out. However, the relationship immediately starts to become unsatisfactory. She had no sense of adventure or desire to try new things, and she was completely dependent upon me and couldn’t do anything on her own (Ex: A few times I had to take the train out to her place, pick her up, take the train back to my place and then take her back to her place on the train to teach her how to use public transportation).
After about 6 frustrating months I begin to wonder if I should call it quits. So in my wisdom, I decided to test this feeling by checking the internet and seeing how I felt talking to other women. Within a day I connect with Girl B and after a few days, we’re typing paragraphs worth of text to each other every day and really hit it off.
Then, to test my theory further, we went out a few times and kissed on one of them, but at the time I was still hoping this would just be a way for me to come to terms with my feelings for Girl A.
At this point I know I should break it off with Girl A. I call her during work and say we have to break up and tell her how unhappy I was.
Girl A won’t stand for this and refuses to acknowledge our breakup. She calls me all day and after her harassing me all day trying to convince me to stay with her in my tiredness we agree to a break. For the next few weeks, Girl A continues to try and show me how great of a partner she can be and how independent she is.
While this is happening though Girl B and I are getting closer and closer and I realize that even though I don’t want to be in any relationship, I couldn’t let Girl B just slip away so we start a relationship while I’m still technically on a break with Girl A.
Finally, after ghosting her for about a month (not my finest moment) Girl A gets the hint and lets it be. I told Girl B everything about Girl A and was honest about the overlap between them. 2 1/2 years later Girl B and I are now living together and I’m shopping around for an engagement ring.”
23. It Started When She Asked Me To Move In
“Been on both sides of the coin. The first time when I cheated, I was going out with a great girl for 9 months at the end of high school into college and we were sailing smoothly. We ended up going on separate family vacations and spent about a month away from each other, with little communication due to time zone differences. In the time we were separated, she decided that she was ready to move on to the next stage (moving in/sleeping together).
I had just gotten out of an abusive relationship and was not as open to the idea. It started to scare me a bit, and then I started rethinking our whole relationship. It started seeming too perfect for me, and I ended up confiding in her best friend. First started out as advice, turned to more until I ended up sleeping with her best friend on multiple occasions.
We eventually told her after she had a pregnancy scare, and it destroyed her. I ended up trying to go out with the best friend, but all we had was sexual compatibility and not much more than that.
I was then cheated on by my fiancee a few years later. She was my on/off high school sweetheart and we began going out about a year after I was single and returned to a better place from the previous messups (she knew everything and stood by as a friend).
I ended up enlisting in the Marine Corps on a whim, and she (and my family) didn’t find out until the day I arrived at boot camp and did the infamous phone call home. She was initially hesitant, but she came around with the help of her family and mine supporting her. After 2 years of a long-distance relationship, while I was stationed in Lejeune, we got engaged.
At that time, I was up for a duty station transfer, and my choices got denied and I ended up going to Okinawa. At that time, the distance was too much for us, and she started drifting apart. As a semi-professional dancer, she never could take enough time off to visit. She ended up meeting some guy at her dance studio, started going out with him behind my back without even telling me.
Looking back, if I learned anything from both situations is that it’s never as black and white as some people say it is. The first time, I really was not ready for as serious of a relationship as I was in and needed time to figure out who I was and what kind of person I wanted to be. The second time, it was her who needed to figure that out, and moving halfway around the world showed her that she didn’t want the ‘high school sweetheart’ story. In both cases, it took an outside catalyst (cheating) for us to realize that.”
22. It Started When I Took A New Course
“I was with a girl, let’s call her girl A, for about 6 years and things went great. Then I deployed overseas and when I came back she was distant and uninterested. Fast forward a year and we’re still together but I’m retraining and busier than at any point in my life. Again she drifts away, no support other than marginal financial aid (she pays for groceries out of her account occasionally) and even then it’s grudging.
On my new course, I meet a woman (girl B) in a similar case to mine, she is married but gets no support from her husband. He frequently makes her feel guilty for wanting to better herself. After long evenings studying and having what feels like the first proper laugh in years we ended up staying in a cheap hotel overnight (separate rooms) as we’d had a few drinks, this becomes a regular thing.
I used to stay late to help girl B study, I’d make up reasons that I needed to stay late too. Tried to reconnect with Girl A but she wasn’t willing to try, just told me the relationship would recover once I had more time. About 18 months into a 2-year course I’m bedding down in a cheap hotel room and there is a knock at my door, Girl B walks in and kisses me, says she has just had an angry phone call from her husband telling her he thinks she is wasting her time with this course. We kiss again and spend the night together. After that, we get one hotel room when we stay late and after graduation, we take the leap and break up with our partners. Her divorce is messier than my breakup but it’s been 2 years and we’re living together and I’ve just bought a ring.”
21. It Started When My Parents Found Out About Our Secret
“So I meet this guy named Adam when I was 14/15 and he was 18/19 I believe. We met through mutual friends going to my party and he found me on Facebook. We became close friends ever since. Always flirting, me asking about advice growing up, etc etc etc. I moved away to another state that year and for my Prom, I asked him to be my escort and he drove from another state to be my escort.
(We had such a great time and he decided to come again the next weekend). My parents loved him, we got along and it was such a fun time but we are both into partying (something extreme). So to sum it up my parents found out he had drugs in my parents’ home so they dropped him off at the nearest train station and we were forbidden from talking to each other (my mother told him not till he goes back to school).
So I blocked him on social media because I was mad at how we got caught (this incident had my sister move back to her real dad’s house and I was grounded till the next duty station).
We moved, time went on, I made a couple of lifetime friends, went to school full time, and was working daily. I was having fun and I was starting to feel happy (I’ve always suffered from depression).
Adam and I start to talk again, occasionally we always wanted to go out and say we would get married later in life. I decided to move out of my parents’ house with my friend and I felt like we partied so much and had a plan to open a store back where I was from. So I decided to go back to my home state and Adam and I started seeing each other.
It was nice (we were sober I couldn’t smoke, house rules) we did puzzles at home watch movies, etc.
Well, end of that story I got kicked out and moved into his house cause one of my friends visited and I came way too over toxicity. Since then it became a horrible toxic relationship. I surrounded myself with drugs, I was always really mad at myself I never wanted to live with my significant other’s family (stereotype) and I was always mad at him.
He worked a lot, I worked at a cosmetic store and I started cheating. I know cheating is bad, I feel like I will always feel this guilt for the rest of my life which to be honest is worse than dealing with depression to me at least.
I don’t know why I cheated I guess I felt like I didn’t get enough attention and I didn’t have enough self-discipline to stop drinking or taking drugs.
I felt so guilty and Adam did end up finding out. I moved out and he ended up forgiving me but that didn’t make anything better. Things got worse, he is obviously older and I felt like he went through his ’21’ stage. I knew who I wanted to be, I wanted to be sober and he saw what I could be and loved who I was sober but I just could never say no to the parties and he was grown and over going to parties so I ended going along (i know I should wish but I wish I met him when I was older and had this ‘partying’ out of my system) Maybe a couple of weeks I could go sober and not drink but I somehow I always ended up whether it was with just Adam and I (which I feel bad cause I couldn’t control my liquor and he could so I felt like I gave him limitations over my self-control).
We constantly break up, got back together. We moved in together. Constantly fighting. I always played wolf to my parents about coming home. I feel like we loved each other so much and saw our potential of what we could be. But I didn’t have good habits yet, I had so much resentment. I started seeing a therapist again but stopped going cause I was hungover for my appointments, I didn’t want antidepressants cause they made mom worse and well I thought I could do it soberly.
I continuously caught myself in bad situations due to my drinking. I know he didn’t deserve what was happening and I didn’t want us to grow to hate each other. I felt so guilty for my past and how badly I treated him I couldn’t smoke at all anymore (i would worry myself to death) and I could barely sleep due to feeling I knew I wasn’t living my life like a person I did not want to be.
So a couple of months ago I decided I had to move regardless of how much we wanted things to work. I didn’t sign the lease and I moved in with my parents to another country. I know cheating is wrong in any shape or form. I don’t believe once a cheater always a cheater. It breaks my heart cause I feel the one man I love the most and always wanted to keep and wanted a family with whom I hurt the most.
We still talk since I moved, we briefly talk about how we need to focus/work on ourselves so later on, if we do get back together we can focus on growing, family, etc. I recently just confessed all the times I cheated (multiply times I have told him but I was always scared to say everything) I feel wrong for me not telling him until we get back together or me not telling him ever and hold this guilt for life? I told him and I don’t feel better about myself, I feel sad I now live with this past I could’ve prevented. Do you always live with this guilt? Will it ever pass? How do you come to terms with your past?”
20. It Started When I Saw Him Playing With My Kids
“I’ve had an on-off relationship for the past 3 years with a family friend. He has a significant other, they’ve been together for about 5 years.
He and a family member became friends about 10 years ago through work. He started coming over to my mom’s house to do odd jobs, and just in general hang out with friends and family. When I first met him, I was intimidated as hell.
He was loud, and very forward, and just someone that I would generally avoid. I made it a point to try to never be in the same room with him. I was in a relationship at the time, so it never even crossed my mind to feel any attraction for him. But one day, he started playing with my two young kids. He was running around with them, helping them down the slide, pushing them on the swings.
Something about seeing that made me think that maybe there was more to this person than I was giving him credit for. I moved out of my mom’s house shortly after that and only saw him occasionally for the next couple of years. I heard through the family rumor mill that he had broken up with his long-term significant other, and shortly after met this new woman.
Fast forward through the end of my not-so-great relationship. He sent me a friend request on Facebook one night, and we started chatting.
As cliche as it sounds, I’ve really never felt as connected to a person as I did to him. We talked about anything and everything. I never felt the need to be someone different, or refrain from anything or hide anything about myself. And neither did he.
We started talking on the phone daily. Texting all day long. When he came to town, we would meet up. We joked that I was his wife for 12 hours of the day, and she had him at night. We didn’t discuss her; she was a topic of conversation that was off-limits, and the only thing that we ever argued about. I used to want more from him.
I wanted him to leave her, to be mine. But as amazing as he is, his flaw is being scared of being alone. He can’t make that leap from leaving the life he has with her (she lives with him, the family loves her, etc) to be with me. He won’t ever marry again (divorced once) and I wanted him to marry me. He does not want kids of his own, and I would like to have more kids someday.
So that’s where it stands.
We come and go with each other these days. I see him sometimes, and all those old feelings are still there and we want each other just as much as we ever did. But we both understand that as much as we love each other, it’s not going to happen. As far as I’m aware, his significant other has never been aware of our relationship. Maybe it’s callous of me, but I really don’t care. She has the privilege of having a wonderful, funny, and loving man. She doesn’t have to hide it from everyone, doesn’t have to avoid talking or making eye contact with each other in front of family and friends. I would tend to say she’s getting the better end of the deal here.”
19. It Started When We Shared A Bottle Of Wine
“She was the cheater (I was single), I didn’t help matters though.
She was a regular at the local watering spot I managed, not a typical one, a rather nice one in a shopping mall. She would come in once or twice a week with her friend (female) or her husband and flirt openly, he never seemed to mind as he always thought it was harmless and I chatted to him just as much as her when they were in together.
She added me on Facebook as I was obviously active on the business page and easy to find, I accepted and she sent me sporadic messages when she was heading to the bar, etc. which built up to general conversation and a little bit more flirting. One day she sent a message saying she was in a bar around the corner from where I lived, had just had a drink with friends, and asked if she could treat me to late lunch – I accepted, I was hungry.
Within 2 hours of me heading to meet her, we’d shared a bottle of wine (her 2nd) and were back in my flat tearing each other’s clothes off in a whirlwind of tipsy afternoon delight. We would meet during the day at my place if I was off, or at her Dad’s (she would go round to ‘clean it and check up on things whilst he was in a nursing home for a few weeks), she would let me know if her husband had decided to come along or was home looking after the kids and if he was home I’d head over and we’d go at it like bunnies.
It was never more than sexual, she clearly wasn’t being satisfied at home and so I dated other girls a little during the time and things began to slow down & were running their course between us, I moved away after a few months for work – as it turns out to her home town, which meant that now she had the perfect excuse to come see me and book a hotel room every so often under the pretense of seeing family (which she did while I was at work). After one or two visits things just naturally fizzled out thanks to distance and she continued her unsatisfying but ultimately more stable marriage minus me as an intimate partner.”
18. It Started When We Discovered A Weird Group Activity
“I have a friend I’ll call D. Nice guy, we look pretty similar even. Some Waffle House employee asked if we were brothers even. D started going out with this girl I’ll call K in high school. One day K invited me and another friend I’ll call N up to D’s room and we had the beginning phase of group hooking up.
Anyway, long story made short, I became the other guy with D’s knowledge as K would pretty much tell him everything in her rashes of guilt.
She’d still come to me and wants to make out but she’d feel bad about it later. The first time or two I actually thought D and K were no longer together, but even when I found out they weren’t together I wanted a piece of this dead fish. My excuse was that I was young and stupid at 15, and I suffered no consequences for my being a bad friend.
D and K later married, she slept with multiple people during this time including other women WHICH my man D was not a party to, the poor guy. K was a dead fish but at least she had a small and enjoyable coin slot. K even asked me to help D become a better lay.
And that’s how I was the other man before I was even 18 with a girl that was crazy and got away with it.”
17. It Started When I Joined The National Guard
“I’ve cheated in every relationship I’ve ever been in. I don’t excuse it; I largely get how terrible it is, how deeply it challenges the self-worth of everyone involved, especially the now insignificant other.
But I do it anyway. I’ve somewhat learned to not get caught, but I also get that a lot of the time your other knows, but will do anything to deny it to themselves.
My first time, however, may have been understandable and perhaps I could have become a better person? I didn’t.
When I was 18 I was in my first ‘serious’ relationship. She was 24, freshly divorced, and had been a cheater herself. The result of her cheating was a pregnancy. It turned out to not be her husband’s, and he made her pick him or the baby.
She picked him.
Six or nine months later, she left, and there I was, and she wanted a replacement baby. And I fell into the trap. Baby.
I was worried and was 18 and no prospects, so I joined the national guard for school benefits. I went away, did basic, AIT, then came back six days before the baby was born.
And she was mad, so mad because I had been gone and she was alone. Our love-making stopped, but more importantly, emotions were stopped – no hugs, no kisses, I had to be punished for my absence.
After a while, I wanted to go – but when you’re a young parent you are broke broke broke, and paying child support, you’d be homeless.
I needed attention. I turned to someone else.”
16. It Started When She Asked For My Phone Number
“I’ve never cheated on a significant other, but for one reason or another, I’ve attracted cheaters on multiple occasions, and yeah being sort of a slimeball I rolled with it and indulged. But on all three occasions, it really boiled down to the couple having, at least from how the girl described it, pretty bad relationships with a lack of communication. I didn’t know the guy well at all in any of the cases so it’s hard to get an unbiased image of what their relationships looked like (especially since I never really trusted any of them since they cheated on their significant other).
But here goes. In the first instance, I met the girl in the first few days of attending college, she eventually gave the indication that she was in a relationship but not until after she had asked for my phone number and said we should get together and watch movies. So she came over and she told me about how her man had started drinking and doing drugs once he got to school (he went to school about 4 hours away), and she was fairly straight-edged and didn’t like that at all but it sounded like she had not really expressed it to him.
A week or so later he apparently had enough of drugs and ended up in the hospital and she came to me to console her, well one thing led to another and we slept together. Pretty messed up for both of them, if you’ve been seeing someone for two years I would expect your gut reaction to be concern rather than, let me sleep with someone else when your significant other is hospitalized, but what do I know.
The next one was a girl who lived on my floor in college and would complain about how her man only wanted to play video games and never do anything fun. Well saw her one night at the bar, and she came back with me. Didn’t last very long because she felt awful about it later on.
The third was a woman, my friend’s sister, who worked a nightshift job. Her man worked during the day, so they had opposite schedules. She told me she felt forgotten and ignored, we did stuff but never slept together.”
15. It Started When I Lived With My Mother
“I lived with my significant other in college for about a year. She is three years younger than me so when I graduated I had to head back home; about a three-hour drive away. We continued our relationship.
Now I was living with my mother at the time and working three jobs. This still wasn’t enough for my mom and she would swing at me, call the cops, kick me out the house and I’d walk in on her and her new significant other regularly.
I started crashing at friends’ and sometimes even in the street. This pressure was put a strain on all my existing relationships.
Cue meeting the ‘mistress’. Over to her place after meeting at a nearby mall. She had a place for me to stay, didn’t ask any questions and the love-making was absolutely filthy. I still don’t know exactly what I was thinking juggling the two. I really do/did love my significant other up in college but maintaining that relationship became more and more difficult having hardly any time for her let alone myself. I’d come out of work, head to the mistress’s, and just knock out.
Eventually, they found out about each other, and both completely cut me out of their lives. It’s been two years and still not a day goes by that I don’t think about the significant other… I tend to drown myself in work nowadays”
14. It Started When I Gave The Girl A Back Rub
“I had just been accepted to a graduate program that was further from home, making my relationship effectively a long-distance one. I had just come off of a long bout of depression because a lot of my self-worth had been tied into my career outlook, which hinges heavily on your acceptance to a program.
I was accepted quite literally a week before the welcome week and had to pack up my things and move out, effective immediately.
Too fast for my mood to change so quickly.
Right off the bat, during welcome week, a small group of us really hit it off, and we were all instant friends. For the next few days, we took classes, fueled each other’s bad habits, and just generally had a good time. My significant other only crossed my mind when she initiated contact.
One night, we played ‘truth or truth’ I guess, but where we asked must-answer questions of each other.
Someone asked which other person in the group you’d most like to sleep with, ‘hypothetically.’ I was currently giving a back rub to the girl I chose. The pretty girl that had been giving me more attention than I should have accepted all week. And she chose me too.
The next time we went out, she was distant but asked if she could have another back rub.
So she got a happy ending. I cheated for close to four months before I felt guilty enough to tattle on myself. And I’ll never do that again. The pain for my significant other was not worth the pleasure of having multiple women fawn over you. Just be single. I’d rather find a random partner once a month whose heart won’t be broken when I cut it off than rip a girl’s heart out that invested in me ever again.”
13. It Started When We Had Lunch After 25 Years
“My first relationship from when I was 16. Ran into him again after more than 25 years. Went to lunch one day, we talked and talked and laughed for hours. He’s married with several kids – he admitted he’s not happy.
I’m married and kinda in the same boat just not as many kids.. my sons are teenagers almost 20, his kids range in ages from babies to 10 years old.
After several lunch meetings, he kissed me and thus began the affair. First kissing, then passionate and wonderful love-making, we were both ready to leave our partners and had pretty much decided we were each other’s soulmates – soon after his significant other began making threats to him that if he left she’d make sure he never saw his kids, would sabotage his career, he believed her said his kids mean the world to him and he can’t leave them.
His parents are also against divorce and said they’d never forgive him if he left.
I understood and said if it’s meant to be we would find a way down the road. He wanted to keep in touch – but I said it’s best if we didn’t.
After the affair I felt sorry for him he seemed so sad to be ending our affair, he admitted that he’s tried leaving her before and she just wouldn’t ‘let him’ and always made threats.
In his defense, since we were young he’d always been extremely mild-mannered and easily the type who can be gullible. So this made sense to me.
I told him he’s a free man and he should really consider how this is affecting his health and he should fight for his happiness but I would support whatever decision he makes.
As time went on and she became more relentless not to let him go, she is unemployed and he said she wants him more for financial purposes than anything else.
I believed him only because I’ve known him for so many years and know how good of a person he is. He couldn’t hurt a fly.
Poor guy, he looked so empty all the time, drained of energy, and sad, but he said he felt stuck, I told him I couldn’t fight his battle for him if he left it would be because he got the guts to stand up to her, he never did.
Afterward, I realized he was not someone I wanted in my life anyway. My significant other never found out he’s always gone too and really doesn’t care. In hindsight – I’m glad it didn’t go further than it did.
I felt like if I had begun life with that man it would have been extremely stressful on me – the wife promised she’d make our lives a living hell if we pursued anything with each other and I’m too old for that kinda drama.”
12. It Started When We Went Barhopping
“I started as a cheater myself and ended up being the other woman. It’s a bit of a doozy…
So it started way back when I started at my job. My trainer was this really hot guy, I’m talking 10/10 like-looking-at-the-sun hot. He knew it too but still managed to be a really nice guy. Let’s call him Scott. I was immediately smitten with him but he had a lovely significant other.
Fast forward about a year later, I’d been going out with this amazingly sweet but incredibly boring guy. He did everything right but I couldn’t help but become uninterested in our relationship. Scott’s significant other had moved across the country for school and he had been promoted to management. I was one of the few employees he still remained active friends with. My man always made lighthearted jokes about my crush on Scott but they felt like they had a bit of suspicion.
One night my significant other, Scott, some other friends (another couple), and I went out barhopping. I found myself gravitating towards Scott and making my significant other the third wheel unintentionally. He eventually tried to get us to leave since he had to work in the morning but I told him I’d get a ride home, basically kicking him out.
After he left, Scott and I got progressively drunker and flirted heavily.
The night ended with the group of us skinny dipping in a pool at Scott’s condo and me going home with him to ‘dry off.’ One thing led to another and we slept together.
The next day, Scott begged me not to tell anyone, because he could get in a lot of trouble at work and with his significant other. He then proceeded to ignore and avoid me for a few weeks.
Meanwhile, I’m feeling guilty as hell for cheating on my man. I had told him I’d stayed at my female friend’s house but I’m sure he knew the truth. Finally, after about two weeks, I asked Scott if he thought we were bad people and he tried to convince me to make things work with my man and act as if nothing has changed between us.
I chose to break it off instead, but never gave my man a reason beyond it just not working. I didn’t want to confirm his suspicions and hurt him even more.
A few months go by, and Scott and I repaired our friendship and become even closer. He became the main person I went to for advice, the person I talked to the most, the person I shared everything with.
I made the terrible mistake of falling in love with him.
We found ourselves in another situation that led to us sleep together and it ended in nearly the same way. Him begging me not to tell and me agreeing I hope it can happen again.
Now it has become a thing. We act completely normal at work, besides him giving me whatever I ask for (either out of favoritism or guilt, I couldn’t be sure which.) Then we get together in secret.
We sleep together, he reminds me he loves his significant other and how he is my boss and we can’t keep doing this. I never ask for anything more out of fear it will end. This has been going on for about a year and it’s killing me a little.
The kicker is his significant other just finished school and he’s moving out there to be with her in a month. I had always held out hope that he’d give up on her and choose me but I should have known better. Now I’m losing someone who isn’t only the person I love, but my best friend too.”
11. It Started When i Blurted Out "I Love You"
“I was in a relationship with (M) who I thought I loved for six years before I really fell in love for the first time in my life with (A). I was so naïve I guess. It was almost completely out of my control. The more time I spent with (A) the more in love I became. We pretended that we were friends for as long as we could, but one day I felt like I was going to explode if I kept it in any longer and just blurted out, ‘I love you (A).’ I was so lightheaded and overwhelmed with emotion I immediately had to lay down.
I basically just blacked out. It didn’t even matter to me how (A) responded. I just needed to say it. (A) loved me just as much or more. Unfortunately (A) had been married for 7 years and had a son, and I was in a 6-year long relationship but with no children. Neither of us knew it was possible to love someone as much as we loved each other.
If someone had just warned us in advance we would have just waited for each other.
People act like cheating is such a horrible thing, but true love is amazing and it can happen to anyone anywhere anytime. Just keep your heart open to the possibility. Some relationships are horrible. Physical abuse, mental abuse, sexual assault, etc. can all happen to someone that is married or in a long-term relationship.
This is the thing we were escaping to be with each other.
The weirdest thing is people talk about feeling so guilty. It felt completely flipped around backward from how I expected. I felt guilty and I felt like I was cheating on (A) when I was with (M) even though (M) and I had been together for 6 years. I still don’t feel bad about it at all. I was sort of stuck in a messed up abusive relationship and then I fell in love and it was amazing and I felt happier than I have ever felt in my entire life. Sure the timing could have been better, but cheating isn’t always bad in my opinion. (A) was my escape hatch from a little bit of hell.”
10. It Started When I Spent Time With My Roommate
“I had gotten involved with a friend of mine because it was easy. Neither of us felt very confident about our prospects in finding a significant other and so we’d ended up in a relationship together. Long talks with partner’s roommate confirmed just that. My roommate and I had a lot more of a spark. But I digress.
4 months in and we’re making the best of things when I start getting close to a friend of mine.
I didn’t think anything of it, we both had partners. We were friends. Who hung out. At first a little, then a lot. Our schedules matched up really well.
A month goes by and it dawns on me that Friend has feelings for me. I confront Friend, and Friend confirms it.
I come on here because the whole thing makes me feel lovely but very weird. Everyone is like ‘this is wrong – you have to stop.
Dump Friend or break up with your significant other.’ Both boat-rockers. I do nothing.
More time passes and I write Friend a poem. I don’t think much of it, but another friend points out to me how weird this is when I tell him. Oh, ok. We talk about how I should leave my partner, but we now share friends and it’s easier to leave things as they are.
I’m not going to tell Friend how I feel (how do I feel?), they have a partner.
I wake up the next morning hungover to texts from Friend that Friend’s relationship is over. Oh, ok.
So I wait a grand total of 12 hours and I tell Friend that I think I have feelings for Them. Friend comes around pretty quickly. I wanted to do the break-up in person, but I put it off to ‘study’.
Friend and I saw each other every day. There was definitely some emotional cheating and some questionable physical intimacy. Finally, I texted my significant other to say we were on a break so I could bang Friend. I broke up with my significant other on Saturday afternoon.
They wanted reasons, but I couldn’t tell about Friend, nor could I say ‘I hate sleeping with you, you’re lazy, you don’t understand consequence’ and wreck their self-esteem.
The whole thing fell apart not long after. I can’t help but wonder if things would have gone differently if I’d done the hard and the right thing.
Is not the first time I have failed to do the hard and right thing – ending something old before starting something new, but is easily the worst one because I knew better. I wasn’t 18 anymore.”
9. It Started When My Man Broke Up With Me
“My significant other broke up with me. It was a horrible break-up. During the split, I started talking online to a guy I know from my town who travels. We flirt, send naughty pics, and then make plans to actually hook up when he comes into town. Before he comes into town, my significant other says he wants me back. I accept and we get back together.
The catch is that I have always been polyamorous and my significant other never liked it, so I agreed to be monogamous with him against my better judgment.
Well, I figured the traveling guy is grandfathered in, so when he gets into town, I decided to still hook up with him. My significant other is so super bad in bed, and the traveling guy is phenomenal, so I kept it up.
We hooked up 4 times during my 8-month relationship with my significant other. I loved my man but I needed good love-making. I justified it because of my being poly, but I knew it was cheating. My significant other never found out. We have since had our second horrible breakup, and I feel zero remorse for cheating since he physically assaulted me. Not that it justifies cheating, but you get my point.”
8. It Started When I Went To College
“I met my significant other at the time (now ex) in high school, and we had been together for about a year. My significant other and I at the times relationship was a bit rocky, we argued quite a bit and often went days without speaking to each other. We had acknowledged that we were sorta drifting apart, but we agreed to stay together and work it out because we loved each other.
(Or at least she did.)
When I started college I met another girl, who was just insanely beautiful. My significant other at the time wasn’t that great looking but this new girl was just gorgeous. Her face was the definition of perfection and her body … lord Jesus her body. Anyways, I met this new girl in college, I was very interested in her, she was interested in me.
We started talking, at first just as friends, and as time went on we started talking more and more. Eventually, I and the new girl started talking more than me and my significant other. As time went on we got closer and closer as friends until one day we were at the mall having a deep conversation about enchiladas and it leads to us making out.
(Seriously)
It was at that point that I and the new girl were getting ‘serious’, even tho I still had my significant other in the picture. I and the new girl never hooked up (at least not yet) but we had made out more than a few times, held hands, went out together, and acting like a couple. I essentially had 2 partners.
This all came crashing to an abrupt halt about 3 weeks into my double life when they found out about each other through a mutual friend who saw me kissing the new girl, waited for me to leave, then called my significant other, and put her on the phone with the new girl.
My significant other threatened to come to the school and murder the new girl then called me and threatened to murder me too. It was wild.
A lot of messed up things happened after that but to cut a long story short, my significant other left and is now my ex, and the new girl is now my current partner.”
7. It Started With A Social Media Message
“The first one started with a social media message while I was in a bad relationship. She wanted to see me, so I thought ‘whatever’ and agreed. I think we became fascinated with each other instantly. I told her about my relationship status and she didn’t have a problem with that. How did it end? I don’t know – I am now with a different person, but we see each other maybe several times a year.
The best one though lasted more than a year and started with a night in the bar. I concealed my status from her because she would not accept it. She was the incarnation of love and kindness. I think she started suspecting something because no matter how careful you are, some details may appear strange. I also was thinking something had to be done because all the logistics and planning were becoming cumbersome. It ended when she found my social media profile with my personal data (I didn’t give it to her but she did a search), got angry, and broke up with me on WhatsApp. She had already been living in a nearby city with her family because she had lost her job and couldn’t continue paying the rent.”
6. It Started When I Would Go Out With Random Guys In College
“I suppose I would be called a serial cheater, though it mostly just never really mattered if someone was my man or just a friend with benefits. This was mostly back in college when I would hook up with random guys in my social circle and occasionally found one who wanted me to be ‘theirs.’ It was sweet and all, but they definitely idealized me beyond what they knew I was.
To the guys who think that being in a relationship with the local hoochie means that you’ll get the monopoly on all the dirty hook-up – we got that reputation for a reason.
Anyway. One night, one of the latest recruits decided to sneak into my dorm because he ‘couldn’t stand it anymore.’ He was cute enough that I gave him a shot, though I didn’t stop so much as slow down. He was well-liked in the group, so a lot of the guys who had been calling me up for some jerk decided to go find someone else.
That was almost 11 years ago. He’s stretched out on the couch behind me playing video games and chatting with his new significant other. Not everybody is built for monogamy, people.”
5. It Started When My Partner Was Taking Me For Granted
“I almost died for him and he was abusive and had already cheated on me, and then again afterward (ON MY BIRTHDAY), but it doesn’t really make it right. Everyone I speak to about this (Including my current significant other) insists this wasn’t cheating because of the abusive circumstances surrounding it, but by textbook definition, it was.
I was going out with this guy two years ago that was my first and worst relationship.
He was abusive emotionally and later physically. I lived with a physically abusive single parent and my mother found out we were going out (He was only 3 years older than me, and I was at the age of consent in my state, which is 17), and actually tried to kill me because of it (She didn’t want me seeing anyone, having a job, an ID, etc.
so she could control me entirely). She told me that if I didn’t tell her who he was so she could slap some false assault allegations on him (EVERYTHING was consensual) that she’d beat my butt. I literally almost died for him, and he’d cheated on me before and after this, but at the time of my infidelity, I didn’t know anything about it.
At the time, I was living with my boss, a very kind woman who took me in after my mother kicked me out so I could finish my senior year of high school.
My ex was on-again-off-again distant, which he later explained was because he’d have spurts of promising himself that he wouldn’t mistreat me again or cheat on me and would fall back into it. I craved his love so badly after leaving one abusive situation and didn’t know I’d shifted right into another one immediately afterward — he’d call me to his house, hook up with me, and IMMEDIATELY get annoyed that I was still there afterward, and just roll over and go to sleep.
One night, I got back in touch with a friend from middle school who I passively had a crush on for a year or two and I have no clue how, but we ended up talking about hypothetical situations. Not that we wanted to do things together per se, but going into detail about our intimate preferences and we matched up in a way that my ex and I didn’t.
He was talking about something he’d always wanted to try and I told him that that’s a personal fantasy of mine too, and I began to realize that he was getting kind of heated on his end of the phone. I was too. There was this pause, suddenly, like the conversation was about to lapse into naughty phone chat and that I had a decision to make.
I just told him that I had to get to bed and that maybe I’d talk to him later.
I never spoke to him again after that. I felt awful all night because I have a very strict self-imposed rule in relationships: I will never do something I don’t want my significant other doing. That way, it’s fair to discuss and expect the same thing from him.
I can’t get away with anything because I’m a woman and ‘It’s different’ and vice-versa. I knew that if he’d done something like what I did with a girl that I’d be torn up about it. I told him the very next day, and he didn’t care at all and was even annoyed that I told him. ‘Who gives an eff MommyThrowaway1997? You act like a darn middle school student, crap happens, Jesus, you can talk to people about hooking up..’ …
when he explained to me later that he’d cheated (really he’d been caught) he said that he’d felt guilty about his own transgressions since he’d been actively trying to get tail for months (he was NOT a looker and was rejected every time except by a girl with very very low self-esteem that had already slept with all of his friends). He’d forgotten this had even happened and said he didn’t blame me in the slightest considering how he treated me.
My friends hated him and my significant other now says that it wasn’t cheating at all, but again, if it were done to me, I wouldn’t have ever been okay with that and would consider it cheating. My rule of thumb is that if you can’t do it in front of me, you’re probably cheating. We broke up five months after I found out (I stayed with him, he begged me) and after us traveling the country together, homeless (his parents were openly racist and my home situation was compromised — I’m black, they aren’t) until he dumped me, left me at a homeless shelter for youth, and went back home to live a cushy life with his parents.”
4. It Started When I Met A Married Politician
“A guy and I were together for about 5 years. I cheated on him several times with two guys. He only knows about the first one. Though he said he forgave me he would constantly bring it up if we had a disagreement. I felt guilty for cheating and I didn’t want to be reminded of it. It was an unhealthy relationship overall, and when I met the second guy I didn’t really feel guilty because of how the man treated me.
I eventually found the courage to break it off but the cheating did make me feel guilty. I promised I would never do it again. So a couple of years later I met a really great guy and we were in a serious relationship. I then stupidly slept with a high-profile married politician (there were times we had to work together and became friends). It was exciting and we did this a couple of times.
I never ever told my significant other.
The guy is now my husband and I love him more than ever and I don’t think I could hurt him by telling him I cheated before we were married. Looking back, cheating on the first significant other was me seeking ‘better’ because he treated me like crap, and cheating on my now husband and then-significant other was me finding a way to break up because I was afraid my parents wouldn’t approve of him. Also, stupidity. My husband satisfies me in every way possible and treats me like a queen. I would never want to hurt him and I know for certain that I would never cheat again. I have absolutely no reason to.”
3. It Started When I Mingled On The Internet
“With my now-husband, then-significant other since I was 18. Love everything about him, he’s the best. 8 years in I was stressed and bored in grad school, living apart from him. My libido has always been higher than his (I was a virgin when I met him, he was my first and only kiss and everything beyond)…and he wasn’t fulfilling desires I had….mostly the desire to be dominated.
He knows how my body works, makes me cum all the time, is very unselfish (and I’m very giving as well) but he just didn’t understand my need for a separation between making love and ‘hooking up.” my desire to be filthy and to feel sexy and hot.
ChatRoulette became popular. I first went on as a joke. Then I started showing my tits and loved the reaction I got.
And then I met him: a gorgeous sexy man who had me hooked in 3 sentences.
He turned me into his online submissive hoochie, he became the daddy I didn’t know I needed. I performed on Skype for him. I posted on GoneWild under his instruction. We’ve spent 5 years writing almost daily on Skype, Snapchat, Kik, email. He’s trained me to be his, I’m addicted to him like a drug.
He’s made me feel like a goddess, adores me, understands my need for attention. I loved alone for 3 years, playing with him almost every night.
My significant other woke up to me cumming loudly on my phone on Skype with him 2 years ago. It was bad, but we worked really hard and got through it.
But I still talked to daddy. We stopped this week because there’s nowhere else we can go. He married and had a child, I married this year. We never met, we’ve never touched. But we loved each other and fulfilled something deep inside each other. We missed our chance to be together the first year and left ourselves in an impossible situation.
I’m happily married, and am a lucky jerk who doesn’t deserve my husband.”
2. It Started When I Just Wanted To Have Fun
“I’ve cheated for years on my wife, cheated on my significant other while cheating on my wife, and in general just had fun. I’ve been married for around 19 years now and been seeing my current significant other for about 12 years and the previous girl for about 2 or so, then went out with a few girls before that. Basically been cheating most of my marriage.
It all started when I was a delivery person (no joke) and had this very hot older woman as a customer. She flirted with me so much until one day I showed up and she was sun tanning in her bikini, invited me in to take her order, and ended up letting her take me. Kept hooking up with her for about a month or two until her husband found out and ended it by moving (he was a coward and wouldn’t even confront me). It kinda was out from there and I ended up finding women that just didn’t care if I was married. Finally looking at getting a divorce now, but not due to the cheating. We will see when that happens. I may end up with my significant other long-term as she is fantastic.”
1. It Started When I Shared My Stories To The Nanny
“Been married for 9 years and have three children. We have a live-in nanny that has been working for us for 3 years. Since I work from home my relationship with the nanny was really good, to the point that I would tell her stuff that I’ve never told anybody else. She became a really good friend. And what happens when you find a really good friend of the opposite gender? About 6 months ago we start texting each other ‘off hours’ more, the conversation becomes less and less appropriate, and then we mutually decide that we want each other.
What followed was a whirlwind romance. It hasn’t ended yet. We are very much in love with each other. We’ve recently decided to stop being lovers because it’s too painful to continue unless I get a divorce. But that only lasts a few days when we see each other again like star-crossed lovers. I’ve begun to go to counseling to work on the marriage. My wife naturally doesn’t know but I tell the nanny everything. The silver lining is that the affair has identified to me what specifically makes me unhappy in my marriage. The story hasn’t ended yet, but morally I have to try to make the marriage work before giving up.”
Lol "morally"? No, morally is you fessing up to your wife and firing the nanny.
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