People Who Walked In On Their Significant Other Cheating, How Did You Whip Their Sorry @$$?

People Who Walked In On Their Significant Other Cheating, How Did You Whip Their Sorry @$$?

💔 “I walked in on my girlfriend… with my best friend.”
These aren’t just cheating stories — they’re the moments people took their power back.
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There’s betrayal… and then there’s walking in on it in real-time.
In this episode, we hear raw and explosive stories from people who caught their significant others cheating right in front of them—and how they handled the aftermath.

You’ll hear:

A guy who walked into his own birthday surprise — with his girlfriend and his best friend

A woman who turned the tables and exposed her ex in front of his entire family

One listener who used the moment as their fuel to glow up, level up, and never look back

And some reactions that were loud, messy, or… downright legendary

If you’ve ever been betrayed or dreamed of the ultimate comeback, this episode is for you.

Content Warning: Strong language, themes of infidelity, emotional distress, and adult content. Listener discretion advised.

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cheating stories, caught in the act, infidelity revenge, partner betrayal, real breakup stories, savage exes, relationship drama, true confessions, relationship betrayal podcast, emotional justice


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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
People who walked in on their significant other cheating, How
did you whip their sorry? A story one. I went
to see my girlfriend one day and her roommate let
me in. Looking confused, She said, I thought you were
here already. Then I heard noises coming from my girlfriend's room.
I got really pissed off and stormed in, ready to
beat the crap out of him. But when I kicked

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the door in, the guy jumped off of her, and
I swear his fully up and strong dong couldn't have
been bigger than a sharpie. It stopped me dead in
my tracks. So I started laughing, softly at first, then
harder until I was cackling like a damn hyena. I
was doubled over, pointing at this guy's dong and laughing
and yelling at her through hysterics. Seriously, I grabbed my

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phone charger I had come back for, took one last
look at them, then started laughing again. As I left.
My now ex girlfriend runs out in a towel, saying,
let me explain and all that crap. I have no
idea how my brain connected this, but I look at
her continue laughing and yell, I've smoked cigarettes bigger than
that and open the door and walk out. Of course,

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as soon as I got back to my car, my
reaction went from uncontrollable laughter to sobbing and screaming. But
I got the satisfaction of not letting her see it.
There are two great ps to the story, though. First,
her roommate called me a few days later saying she
had fought with my ex for cheating on me. Two
days later, while the X was at work, I banged

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her roommate on her bed. Second, many years later, the
word reached me that my ex was marrying this guy
and their wedding was forthcoming. I ordered to grow your
own Dong bachelorette novelty toy on Amazon and had it
sent as a wedding gift from a made up name
to her mother's house. No word on if they got it.
Before we continue, do us a quick favor. Smash that

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like button and subscribe to support our channel. Story two.
I had my suspicions that my boyfriend was cheating on
me for a while, but I never had any proof.
I had access to his phone and laptop, and I
never saw anything out of the ordinary. But my boyfriend
suddenly was going out all the time, saying it was
just him and the boys, so I couldn't come, and

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if I really trusted him, it shouldn't be an issue.
He also stopped being intimate with me, claiming he was
too tired or not in the mood. I tried confiding
in my best friend about this, asking for her advice
on what to do. She said that he would never
do that to me because he loves me too much,
and that I'm being paranoid. I should be thankful that
I have him in my life. I tried to listen

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to her advice, but it was just too much. He
was always going out, coming home late, and never answered
my texts or calls. So we had a huge fight
where I basically begged him to just ease my anxiety
and tell me where he goes, or at least answer
my texts so I don't have to worry. But he
said that I was being jealous and controlling. So I
left our apartment. I didn't grab anything, I just ran

(02:58):
out because I couldn't stand it anymore. I don't know
how much time passed, maybe two hours, as I was
just walking around the city trying to cool down before
I got home. That's when I walked in on my
boyfriend vigorously testing the mattress with my best friend right
in the middle of my living room on a couch
that I bought. They didn't notice me right away, but
when they did, the shit show ensued. I started screaming

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at both of them as I cried my eyes out.
My best friends said nothing as they both quickly put
on clothes, but my boyfriends started defending them. He said
that they were in love and had been for the
last year, but they didn't want to hurt me, so
they tried to hide it. That it's my fault for
being so sad and depressed, so it's natural that my
boyfriend went to seek solace somewhere else. My best friend

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was also sick of me always being sad, apparently my
boyfriend's words. She said nothing the entire time, and they
bonded over that and realized they could give each other
whatever I wasn't providing them. They wanted to tell me,
but didn't want my depression to get worse. I just left.
I spent the night at coffee shop until they closed,
and then all night just wandering outside, feeling I didn't

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have anywhere to go, as I normally go to my
best friends, but that wasn't an option. Now. My best
friend texted me and called me a bunch of times
trying to say sorry. I guess I just wanted to
know when and how, because I texted her back asking
for the full story. She that my boyfriend over exaggerated.
They were not in love. They were just banging, as

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if that makes it so much better. She explained everything.
They slept together after getting wasted. I asked her when,
and it was during my birthday after I had gone
to sleep. They promised never to tell me and never
do it again, but the tension between them was just
too much to ignore, so they would hook up at
her place every Tuesday and Friday when he claimed he

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was with the boys. I asked if they ever did
it in my own home and she said yes, any
time I had to pull over time at my job,
she would go to my house and bang my boyfriend.
But she said they would never do it in my
bed because she couldn't do that to me. Like what
she said. She was really sorry, but thought I should
know that she wasn't the only girl he was banging with.

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She said he has a second phone to set up
all the hookups, which is why he didn't care if
I was on his phone or laptop. So yeah, I
don't know what to do. It's been about a week
since that happened, and I've only been home once to
grab my essentials, and I've been staying in a hotel.
My boyfriend has not contacted me once, which shouldn't matter,
but it still hurts like hell. It's been so hard

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to drag myself out of bed to go to work.
I don't want to leave this hotel room. I just
want to curl up on the bed and never move again.
Story three. I was married for about five years. I
walked in on my wife and a coworker on the
kitchen floor. All three of us worked together, just to
be clear. She worked graves and I worked days at
the time, and Saturday morning was a time when many

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of our coworkers would hit the bar that happened to
be behind our house. I remember seeing someone else's car
in the driveway and assume someone likely a female, had
crashed to avoid drunk driving. I remember opening the door
super quietly not to wake anyone, and experiencing something I
was not prepared for. The First thing I heard was

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a rapid squishing sound accompanied by the moaning of my wife.
This was quickly followed by a strong smell. I see
them clear as day on the kitchen floor. I am
not noticed until I closed the door and greet them
with a friendly what the actual heck? It's difficult to
even begin to explain what that does to you. I
realize it's unfortunately not all that uncommon to experience cheating,

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but to walk in on it, especially when you are married,
is a life changing experience. I did not react the
way I would have imagined I would. I simply felt nothing.
My actions became autonomous. Told the fellow to get out now, repeatedly,
as he insisted on apologizing and asked me to hit him.
After several warnings, I threatened to get my gun, as

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I felt as if that was what you were expected
to do. Eventually, he left only after my wife told
him to leave. I calmly went to the bedroom to
remove my suit and get into something more comfortable, as
my wife remained in the kitchen, still lying on her
back covering her face. I left and immediately drove to
a nearby apartment complex and called my boss, who is

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a good friend. As I was leaving, I saw the
other guy in my driveway, but I didn't give a crap.
I just wanted to get away. After telling my boss
slash friend everything, I began the application process for an
apartment not even two hours after discovering the two Because
of the nature of the incident, since my wife was
the boss of the guy she was sleeping with, there

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had to be an investigation. I didn't intend for there
to be an investigation. I just wanted someone to talk
to less than twenty four hours later. Because some people
on the committee can keep their mouths shut. Every single
person I knew found out. It was a horrific experience
that I am fairly certain has scarred me yet strengthened
me for life. But I made the mistake of giving

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her a second chance about two months later. It lasted
about a month before we set separated and I filed
for divorce. Don't ever give someone who cheated a second
chance in a monogamous relationship. Ever. Cheating occurs when one
selfish desires exceed their compassion and respect for their partner. Period.
You owe it to yourself to cut them out of

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your life like a cancer, even if they become a
better person. Afterwards, it's simply not worth it for you.
The emotional turmoil is surreal. For a while, I would
break down crying any time I saw the color orange.
She was wearing orange when I caught her. I chose
to welcome the single life and to numb the pain
with a large amount of booze. Time is a beautiful thing.

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Eventually I came to my senses and stopped drinking and
started to progress to a constructive life. I did the
classic stuff. I hit the gym, became the strongest I
have ever been in my life. To coincide with the
strength I wanted to develop mentally and emotionally, resumed college
and got a new job. It's been a few years,

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but I like the direction I am going. I have
more self respect than I have ever had in my life.
I have a wonderful woman in my life who is
a great support and compliments my personality. I lost a
lot of friends for various reasons, but I am building
new relationships. I occasionally struggle with trust issues as well
as anxiety, but it's getting better. Trust me on this

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though it was hard and it still is on occasion,
but you will learn a lot about yourself. Story four.
I first met my wife when I was studying abroad
in China. We dated briefly over there and kept in
touch online when I returned home. Eventually, the two of
us got married and she moved out here to the
States with me. Occasionally her family came to visit. Four

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years into the relationship, I catch her with her brother
in bed. I didn't know what the heck to think.
Is this a weird cultural thing? Is this guy even
her brother? I got angry, yelled at her, stormed out
for the night, and crashed at my friend's apartment. I
went to work the next day and came back home
while she was still at school. The guy was already gone.

(10:03):
I checked her MacBook, where her Skype and email accounts
were still logged in. That's when I discovered the man
was actually her husband. The money we thought we were
sending to help her parents was actually going to him
and her kids. Story five. This girl was staying at
my house for a bit. She had family issues and
never wanted to go home. We'll call her Erica. Every night,

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Erica would start crying when we were heading to bed,
and my boyfriend and I would stay up for hours
trying to calm her down. After a couple of weeks,
I kicked her out. My boyfriend really didn't like it,
but I was firm. We needed sleep and this girl
needed to deal with her family issues. Two days later,
I was at work and my boyfriend called to say

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he was staying home sick and wouldn't need a ride later.
I felt bad for him, so on my hour lunch break,
I went to the soup shop to grab him some
tasty soup. It took a while, and I was going
to use my whole lunch break to bring him soup.
I got home and he wasn't on his computer, very unusual,
and the bedroom door was closed. I opened the bedroom

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door and he and the girl were unclothed in bed together,
not actively doing anything, just unclothed. I poured the soup
on them and left. He called me and said it
wasn't what it looked like. She was keeping him warm
since he had a fever. What an amazing excuse. She
totally had to be unclothed to keep him warm. I'm sure.

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I told him he'd better have his stuff out by
the time I got home, or I was calling the cops.
He broke into my apartment three days later to leave
flowers and a note. I was twenty years old and dumb,
so I took him back. We stayed together for two
more years. He was from Oregon, and my work wanted
me to move to Colorado. Since he didn't have a

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job and I hated living in Oregon, we took the offer.
The whole time we were there, he was unhappy and
wanted to move home, but we couldn't because of my work.
Eventually he came to me and told me his mom
had a heart attack and he had to go care
for her. I had to pay to ship him and
all our stuff, including our cat, back to Oregon. It

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was almost thousand dollars when all was said and done.
He got home and never called to say he landed,
or was safe or anything. After a couple of weeks,
I got hold of one of his friends who said
his mom never had a heart attack. A few days later,
female friends from Oregon started calling asking me to get
him to leave them alone. He was trying to hit

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on my friends. I told them that jerk wasn't my
problem any more. A week later I texted him to
tell him I was going to take the two hundred
dollars hit and shut off his cell phone line. Suddenly,
he calls back says he gave that number for job
applications and I can shut it off. I did anyway.
Now I'm engaged to a reasonable human being whom I

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love and have been with for five years. My ex
is married, lives with his parents, and is still sleeping
with Erica. On the side, Erica married a trans girl
who impregnated Erica almost immediately all those years ago. Story six.
My husband cheated on me with his fit and skinny
Jim friend. I came home from work early. I'm an

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ob nurse, so my hours are pretty unpredictable, and found
female sneakers in the garage that weren't mine. At that point,
I sort of already knew what I'd be walking into.
My husband has recently become very fit and has been
consistently going to the gym, during which he made a
female friend who he even brought home for dinner last week.
She's beautiful and thin and everything I am not, which

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instantly made me feel horrible, so I talked to him
about it. He encouraged me to build my confidence and
reassured me he loved me and would always be loyal
to me. I walked into the laundry room from the
garage and sort of tiptoed around the house before going upstairs,
and yea, they were shagging in our bed, with a
framed picture from our wedding above the nightstand next to it.

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I silently left the room and got back in my
car with tears streaming down my face, and drove to
get food and just sat in my car crying. Since
it's now almost one am. I walked in on them
at seven pm and I've returned to the hospital. He
called me asking why I wasn't home, and I told
him my shift is extended. But in reality, I'm lying

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in one of the on call rooms bawling my eyes
out as I type this, I feel so worthless and
ugly and stupid. I don't even know how to proceed.
On one hand, I want to divorce him and never
see him again. But on the other hand, I'm an
ugly woman. It's not like I can do better. I
feel so gross and the self loathing is getting too

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much right now. Story seven not exactly what you're expecting,
but I walked in on my fiance being essay. We
were at a Halloween party, and she got a little wasted.
Mind you, everyone there were friends, pretty damn close friends too.
Everyone at this party was actually invited to our wedding.
So my fiance disappears upstairs with the woman who owns

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the house, and I think, no big deal. My girl
gets tired when she drinks. She's probably going to lie down.
I assumed the woman who owned the house, a very
old friend of my fiance's, was going to lie down
with her, since they both have a history of doing this.
Fast forward forty five minutes and the owner is back
down at the party, but my fiancee was nowhere to

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be seen. The owner told me she was asleep in
the spare bedroom and she had closed the door and
left her up there about ten minutes ago. But something
wasn't sitting right with me, so I went up to
find her. The door wasn't closed, in fact, it was
wide open, and one of our friends, the husband of
her best friend to be exact, was in bed with her.
Her dress was on the floor and he had his

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hand inside her dress. I hate to admit it, but
I assumed the worst for a split second, just a second.
But I hate myself for it. I assumed she was
encouraging it, but then I realized she was crying and
he had tied one of her arms to the bed frame.
Not only that, but she's a petite girl and he
had most of his bulk on her, holding her down.

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I hauled him off of her, broke his nose, and
gave him a concussion before someone else from the party
pulled me off of him. After the three of our
combined screaming brought people running, he attempted to sue me
for assault. She pressed essay charges. It hasn't been easy
for the past couple of months. Her best friend, the
guy's wife, sided with her husband and cut all contact

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with my fiance. She was also my fiance's maid of honor,
so she obviously kicked her out of the wedding party.
Story eight. I had a group of friends tell me
that they knew my then girlfriend had cheated on me
with three other guys. I didn't believe it, and they
drove me out to the party where she was. Unbeknownst
to me, all three guys were guys I knew, and

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they were all at this party. I stalked through the
party looking for her, but I found two of the
guys hanging out. Confronted them and they admitted it and apologized.
I just walked off. I kept looking around for her
and finally found her in one of the upstairs bedrooms,
just getting dressed after banging the third guy. He was
just standing there, shirtless with all these piercings, with this

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smug look on his face, and so I confronted him
and he said, it's just for the pleasure. I don't
even like her. I grabbed a nipple ring in each
hand and ripped them right out walked out of there
with him screaming and bleeding, as a bunch of people
ran in to see what the deal was. I still
have them. Story nine. The first girl I ever fell
in love with, who I lost my V card too,

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ended up sleeping with my best friend. A week later,
I walked in on them going at it, and I
literally just walked off in a fit of rage and tears.
A day later, I went to his house and sat
him down like a man and asked him what happened.
He said nothing. I asked him again, same reply. So
I thought, well screw you then and never spoke to

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him again. As for her, I ditched her and never
looked back. I don't recommend that anyone do what I
did next. So I saw my old best friend at
a house party about five years later and basically peer
pressured him into taking some powder with some of the
guys I was with. I took pictures and had them
blown out onto big a four pages and sent them

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to his mom and dad at Christmas with the message,
Merry Christmas, here's your son in all his glory. His
mom and dad were Christians. Suffice it to say, I
got my revenge. Story ten. This was my first boyfriend
in college. He was a lot of firsts, actually, including
the first person to cheat on me. It was my

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boyfriend's birthday and I was going to surprise him by
decorating his room at midnight. He usually has work until
two am on those days, so I planned to go
to his dorm room and decorate it. I knew his
roommate was going home that weekend, so his roommate was
nice enough to lend me his key. I have all
the supplies with me and go to his room at

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one am. I like to vlog things and was going
to record the process, so I had my phone recording
me entering his room. I swung open the door and
I see him and another girl. I guess I have
impeccable timing because he spills all over her back as
I opened the door, and remember my phone was recording
all of this. I just kind of stand there. We

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all just look at each other, and he starts to
say babe. Tears start falling down my face and I
just lose it. I fell to the floor and started crying.
He scrambles for his clothes and I just leave. I
leave all the supplies there, grab my bag and phone,
and just walk away. I went back to my room
without saying anything. In fact, I never said anything to

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him ever again. He stalked me for a bit after
his roommate didn't know we broke up, and messaged me
a few days after, telling me he thinks my ex
is cheating on me with a girl. He says the
name of the girl, which is not the same girl
I saw him in bed with. Story eleven. I was
twenty one at the time with a five month old baby.

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He knew I was going to be there that morning
to move my things out. I got there only to
find a strange car in the driveway. I went into
the house and found them passed out in our bed
after they had been on a two week powder bender.
I went into the kitchen, emptied the ice bucket into
the biggest container I could find, filled the rest of

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the container with water, and proceeded to throw it on
them both and wake them from their stupor. I then
went to the driveway keyed the word drab into the
paint on the hood of her car. Once they fled,
I was livid. I grabbed everything I could find of
him and put it into the charcoal barbic, poured lighter
fluid on it, and lit a match. I was out
of my mind with heartbreak at the time and would

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never do this again. I wish I could say that
I learned my lesson and never went back. But I
stayed for fourteen years, trying with all my might to
be good enough so that he would love me. Five
years ago I said enough, divorced him, and now raise
our four kids without anyone's help. Story twelve. We'd been
dating for over a year. She'd gotten a new job,

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and to congratulate her, I left work early and brought
over two bottles of champagne. No one was answering the door,
but her room mate was on the stairwell outside their
friend's apartment and heard me knocking. She let me in.
We both walked together to their room at the end
of the hall, and as her roommate pushed the door open,
my ESSO called out not to come in, and I

(21:25):
heard laughing. At this point, I moved on a kind
of numb autopilot and pushed the door open. She was
on top of him. She threw the blanket over her
shoulders and looked back toward the door. I honestly lost it.
I cried, screamed, and went to pieces. I knew the
guy from other friends, and he'd abandoned a close friend

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of mine after their daughter was born severely epileptic. She
wasn't apologetic at all. They were in love. I drove
home bawling the whole way. I haven't loved anyone like
I loved her yet in my life. I drank both
bottles of champagne at my apartment and packed a bag,
calling my family to pick me up. I spent a
few days with them. Being back home reminded me of

(22:08):
the actual unconditional love in my life. She and the
guy deserved each other. In the end, she called me
almost a year later, while she was living with him
and wanted to come over. She wanted to get intimate
with me, so we did. Then I detailed the whole
affair in a message to him, and he kicked her
out of his house. Everything works out in the end. People.

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Story thirteen, Well, I walked in on them sleeping in
our bed. I came home early from a road trip
with a friend of mine and walked into my bedroom,
happy to wake her up and surprise her. For whatever reason.
The guy had a polaroid camera on the bedside table,
so I took a picture with it, set it next
to them, basically to say, be glad I didn't kill you,
and walked out. It was an old camera, but I'm

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pretty sure they were on powder. She tried justifying it later,
but I think I barely said ten words to her
after that. Story fourteen, Well, I came home from work
about two hours early. I'd wrapped up my paperwork ahead
of schedule. I walked into the bedroom planning to take
a shower. Then it happened. Honestly, I just stood there frozen,

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staring at them while they stared back at me. She
looked me dead in the eyes, and said, babe, it's
not what it looks like. I couldn't help it. I
just burst out, laughing obnoxiously, then turned around and walked
out of the room. When she finally came out, she
found me calmly playing Battlefield four on my PC. As

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for the other guy, I'm guessing he left the same
way he came in, through the window. Tabebe sis, she
said softly. I didn't look up, just replied set. She
asked if I was okay, said yeah, I said a fine, set,
I said. I guess she actually believed that, because she
turned around and started heading back into the bedroom. As

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she walked away, I kept playing my game and calmly
said at c O, and you have three days to
get all of your things out. She stopped in her tracks,
spun around, and started arguing, telling me I couldn't do that.
I didn't raise my voice. I just said fed. I
signed the lease, I pay all the bills, everything tied

(24:14):
to this place. Every single thing between you and me
is in my name, not yours, So yes, I can,
and I sit really appreciated if you packed your things
and left. She started crying, and I tell be honest,
I laughed some may call me heartless for this, but
if you knew the amount that I had put into
the relationship and how much I sacrificed for it, you

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wouldn't blame me. Story fifteen. I came home early from work,
noticed a strange car outside, and found them sleeping in
our bed, cozy as can be. After doing the deed.
They woke up to me closing the door and leaving.
She called and begged me to come home. I said
everything I had ever bitten my tongue about and filed

(24:57):
for divorce two days later. A month after the divorce
was final, I moved thousands of miles away. She still
wants me to come back and tells me it's the
biggest mistake she's ever made. People still ask me why
I talk to her at all. I say it's because
I have to be civil. The truth is I'm still
enjoying knowing she's struggling and that I'm winning. Petty, I know,

(25:19):
but screw her. Story sixteen. When I was younger, I
had a girlfriend. My mistake is that I thought we
were close. I had a key to her place and
worked part time. My manager sent me home one weekend
because we were overstaffed. And there was in any point
in my being there. I went and picked up a
DVD and some ingredients to make dinner and headed to

(25:40):
her place. I let myself in and could already hear
suspicious noises. My heart was pounding and my brain was saying,
all systems go. I went upstairs and opened the door,
and lo and behold, there was some guy pounding my girl.
There were so many emotions that all I could spurt
out was I hope his dong tastes better than dinner.

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And proceeded to dump my shopping on her floor and
stormed out Q texts and calls saying how she was
confused and wasn't sure if she still liked guys, and
how sorry she was. To be clear, I am a
bisexual female and Michelle was my girlfriend in question. After
this incident, I had kind of a hard time dating women.

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Let's just say I haven't had a girlfriend since story seventeen.
I was on a trip and decided to come home
a couple of days early, and surprise my now ex fiance.
We were not living together, so I was going to
go to my apartment to shower because I took a
red eye flight and I wanted to wash off the
airplane's stink before I surprised her with some flowers. I

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walked in and I saw a pair of shoes by
the door that were not mine. I thought maybe they
were my roommates. As I round the corner to my room,
I start to hear moaning and heavy breathing. I thought
my roommate was with someone in my room, so I
thought I would screw with him. I burst through the
door and said something like surprise, and found my fiancee

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getting railed by her roommate. I guess their other roommate
had people over, so they thought to go to my place,
which they thought was empty. I looked at them and said,
I think you should leave the ring and the key.
They freaked out and asked what I was doing at home.
I told them that this is my place and I
didn't have to answer to them. They scrambled to collect
their stuff and left. In the process, she left behind

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her iPad. I decided to go through it. I'm really
proud of that, but I figured why not. The wedding
is off now. Anyway. Turns out she had been sleeping
with a bunch of different people for the past six
or seven months story eighteen, I had just gotten to
college and it was my first time being away from home.
That was a really big deal for me because I

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have major helicopter sports parents who pretty much ruined any
social life I had in high school from the constant practicing.
That being said, I can't really blame them, because that's
what made me excel at athletics. Anyways. Because of this,
I had never had a serious romantic relationship with a
girl of any kind. When I got to school, I

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met Mary, whom I fell for immediately, and she seemed
really into me as well. It was actually pretty much
the exact fantasy of what I wanted to happen to me.
I became really close friends with the guys next to me,
and everything was perfect. After a few months, I told
Mary I loved her and she told me the same.
And three days later, when I went to Mary's dorm

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because I had left some stuff there the previous night,
I actually walked in on her banging one of my
closest friends. I'm usually a pretty even tempered person, but
I completely snapped. I beat him up really badly. When
I was in high school, I was a state finalist wrestler,
and also boxed amateurly and was still in good shape
and practicing on a regular basis. I should mention that

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at the time I was six foot three, about two
hundred and twenty pounds, and he was a fairly scrawny guy,
which probably makes it worse, but oh well. It wasn't
really a fight, just me punching him until he went
limp while Mary screamed in trying to get me to stop.
I eventually did, and I just kind of looked at her.
To be honest, I wanted to hit her. I'd never

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felt so betrayed and heard in my life, and she
was just giving me this scared, helpless look. I spat
on her face and called her a jerk and left.
This was not my finest moment story nineteen. Thankfully, she
was just a girlfriend. We were living together at the time,
and I had gotten released early from the military, came
home unexpectedly and caught her in the act. Honestly, I

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think what kept me the calmest wasn't the shock. It
was the guy's reaction. The look on his face said
it all, and somehow that made it easier to keep
my cool. He started yelling at her, who the heck,
is this guy and you said you were single. She
had lied through her teeth to the guy, And to
be honest, I've never been the one to hang pictures

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or anything, or to live like a slob, so it
is fairly believable he didn't know a guy live there. Anyways.
I just started packing my stuff, and she tried to
yell at me, curse at me, and stop me from packing.
She tried to take stuff from me and dumped my bags,
and I just kept my head down and kept packing away. Honestly,
I think I took it the best way I could.

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There was other stuff, like quickly contacting the landlord informing
him I was moving out and getting out of there
the next day, but my reaction was the only sensible
thing I could do. At the time, I think story twenty,
I was already at a low point in my life.
I actually just got fired and came back to the
hotel room where we were staying and went straight to

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the bathroom. Hadn't really thought about why my girlfriend wasn't there.
I reiterate that it was a very low point in
my life. Sitting on the toilet, I recognized her singing
through the vents. I could tell she was in the
shower next door. I banged on the next door down
for like five minutes before I heard the neighbor yell
at her that it was me. I yelled open the door,

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and he obliged. I walked straight past him and threw
her clothes at her as she was getting out of
the shower. As she argued with meducher, McGee decided that's
when he'd step in and shove me and tell me
to screw off. I promptly lost it, broke his nose,
and continued to throw him around his hotel room. I
left when he started screaming about the cops. I just

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took off my bloody shirt and started walking down the
street and kept going for a few hours, all before noon.
It was a crappy day. I honestly don't regret my actions.
Don't get physical with me. After I discovered you slept
with my girlfriend Story twenty one. They were in the
same room as me and about ten other people, and

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they thought we were all asleep senior year, post prom
sleepover situation. The guy was a pretty good friend, or
so I thought. I didn't leave the room because they
were in front of the door. I cried into my
pillow while they were banging. They denied doing it, which
was strange, but it turns out there were two others
awake in the room, so that lie collapsed. I found

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out she'd been cheating on me the whole time with
another friend, because why not. She cared a lot about
her reputation, so I went after that small school, so
everyone found out quickly, because I didn't think it could
get worse wrong. The girlfriend of the first guy, yes
he had a girlfriend, called me crying and asked if
it was true. I could hear her heart break over

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the phone when I confirmed it. But they're back together,
so I hoped he straightened his crap out. As for
my ex, she's been dating some guy for about two
years now and seems happy. Story twenty two. Walked in
on my ex not sleeping with her XBF, but him
asleep in his boxer's on her bed and her beside him.
I had bought her a bunch of gifts because I

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had been away at school and was busy. Thought i'd
surprise her. I guess I did. She bolted up as
soon as I walked in. I put the gifts on
the ground and said so I bought you gifts. I
guess I should just go left the gifts and walked out.
She chased after me and threw herself in front of
my car and wouldn't move until I came in to

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talk to her. The guy left while I was sitting
in my car contemplating running her over. We went inside
and talked, decided not to end things. Two weeks later,
on Valentine's Day, she dumped me because I hadn't yet
put the past behind me. She was crazy. She contacted
me and told me she loved me still. Two years later,

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after being engaged and pregnant, I told her sorry, but
things were over and I was in a relationship with
some one I loved deeply. My then girl friend proceeded
to cheat on me and dump me a week later.
My luck was not the greatest. The good news is
that now I'm married to a wonderful woman. Story twenty three.
I absolutely blew up. I came home from work early

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one day and saw a different car in the driveway,
assuming it was a friend of hers, I walked into
my house as normal. Clothes were all over the floor.
As I get closer and closer to our bedroom she
lived with me and didn't own anything in the house.
The door was opened slightly, so I peeked after. I'm
sure I heard noises. You know in the movie trailers,
when you hear that ringing that gets louder and louder.

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That started. I got so mad. I kicked the door in,
walked up to him and peeled him off my girlfriend
by his shoulders, and started to beat the living crap
out of him. She's screaming and crying at this point,
trying to pull me off and get me to stop.
I eventually do, but I chase him while he is
still unclothed. Afterward, I come back to the house and

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yell until my throat is hoarse and kick her out too.
She had keys, but those don't do you much good
if they're inside. I started rounding up all of her
things and had to decide if I wanted to burn
them or give them back. Eventually I started going through
her phone. The start of this cheating thing was when
I was at work supporting her because she refused to

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get a job. It still makes my blood boil. Story
twenty four I heard from friends that my first wife
was cheating on me. I drove by my house, and
sure enough there was a strange car in the driveway.
About the third time I did that, I finally manned
up and pulled in the driveway. After a few minutes
to calm down enough that my hands weren't shaking, I

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went in and found them going at it in the
best dead pan voice I could manage, I said, Jesus Christ,
another one. How many guys are you screwing? The joke
was on me. The look on her face told me
he really wasn't. The first I went out, got way
too drunk, somehow managed to drive home without killing anyone,
and as I sat in an empty house, had a

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simply brilliant idea that I should take all her stuff
outside and burn it. But I ended up getting beaten
up by her guy, arrested for drunk and disorderly, and
charged in court for damages and the divorce settlement. The
upside was that years later I found out she was
now blowing guys in bars for rent money, so in
the end I would call it a win. Story twenty five.

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I came home early and heard the water running in
the bathroom, so I put my stuff in the living
room and waited for my wife. Now ex wife to
get out. As I passed the door to go to
the bedroom, I heard her talking, so I stopped and
listened quietly. There was some splashing around, laughing and talking.
I listened some more and heard a second woman's voice
in there, a girl I recognized. I didn't know what

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to do, walk in and confront them, or wait until
they got out, or just leave. While I was thinking
about what to do, I could tell they were about
to come out, so I opened the balcony door and
went outside. They went to the bedroom, got dressed, and
after hearing my wife tell her I would be home soon,
the girl left. I already knew my wife was bisexual,
but she was also not into three scores, not a sharer,

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at least not at that point in our relationship. I
didn't mention it to her for months, but finally told
her what happened that day. She told me she and
our friend had a thing going on for a few weeks,
but stopped it due to the drama of being with
a younger woman. She needed someone more mature. She later
left me for another woman, but in her defense, the
other woman was more mature than I ever was at

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that age. Story twenty six. It wasn't my girlfriend, but
I was there. I was out with a few buddies
and was the designated driver. I had just dropped off
two guys and was driving my other quite inebriated friend home.
We live about two minutes from each other walking distance,
and he says, dude, you should come in and I'll

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sort you out some tequila. I had never done tequila,
and this had been a thing for a while, so
I said, screw it, Yeah, let's do it. We walked
in through the hallway and opened the door to the
front room. We see his housemate with a girl on
the sofa. I had to take a double look, but yep,
it was my buddy's girlfriend. We're both staring at this situation.

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The girlfriend stares at my buddy and immediately starts crying.
I grabbed my buddy and start taking him back towards
the front door. He's in that kind of sobered up
immediately sort of shock. I look back to see the
girl with her hands on her face, crying heavily, and
the housemate looking really weirded out. I took my buddy
back to my place in my car, with him fighting

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for consciousness or at least pretending to so he doesn't
have to admit what he saw. The next morning, my
buddy was passed out in my room. I stayed downstairs
on the sofa, just in case he decided to get
up and go do something stupid in a drunken rage.
He didn't, but I thought it was better to be safe.
The next morning, he's still in shock from it all.

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His phone is blowing up left, right and center with
texts and calls. I've had a few texts too, with
her asking for my address to come over. They had
been together since early secondary school, that is, since fifteen
years old. They'd already discussed staying together for life, as in,
when they would graduate, they would work for X years,

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they'd get married, have kids, set for life kind of stuff.
He looked utterly smashed. Anyway, there is a good part.
He did the right thing. He moved out away from
his housemates and stopped in with me for the rest
of the year. He didn't even acknowledge her when they
passed each other a couple of weeks later. She tried
to make out to mutual friends like he was already cheating,

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but couldn't back it up with facts. In return, he
quite happily told everyone exactly how and where he had
caught her. Of course, she made out like he was
abusive and psychologically manipulative, but by then her credit was
totally trashed. Sure she had her male friends who sided
with her totally, but really they only wanted to sleep
with her too. Anyway, a few weeks later, he's drowning

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his sorrows again. One night, he's all broken about how
she threw him away and how his housemate was a jerk.
I just said, look at it from your ex housemate's perspective.
Just imagine it. No matter how you shake it. He
had a girl on top of him in the throes
of utter devastation and crying hysterically. Dude, intimacy for him

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is ruined for life. We both laughed a lot, and
it was all fun and games after that story twenty
seven It was weird. We had been dating for only
eight months but were seriously in love. We had recently
moved in together. That day, she got a Facebook message
from an old friend asking to hang out. I already
had plans to see two friends that night by myself,

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one earlier and maybe one later in the night. I
was having a morning cigarette with her on the porch
and even made a comment along the lines of well,
you should hang out with him as long as you
won't sleep with him. She laughed it off because he
was kind of unattractive. I still felt a pinch of jealousy,
but just wrote it off as paranoia. She mentioned the
guy before, but it didn't seem like a long lost

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crush or anything. Fast forward to later on in the
night and I was hanging out with my friend Chris.
We just did random stuff and decided to end the
chill session early as he had work in the morning. Well,
I had talked with my girlfriend and she was just
chilling with the guy at home. I mentioned that I
was probably going to see another friend in the area
while driving to his place. Yes, I impulsively decided to

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go home. I thought to myself, I should be a
good boyfriend get to know her friends as well. I
drove back to our apartment and I tried calling her,
but she didn't pick up. I was worried because I
still didn't have a card that would let me be
buzzed into our apartment complex. I had to dial a
number at the front she had to pick up on
her cell phone and then the gates for the apartment

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complex would open up. By sheer chance, I happened to
get there as someone else had just opened the gate,
and I was able to follow them in without being buzzed.
In my lucky day. They're probably drunk, being goofy and
might not have noticed my call. I thought to myself.
We had just made me a copy of the key,
and I walked into our apartment. It was eerie. No

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one was in the living room. For a second, I thought, wow,
they just suddenly left the place in such a rush,
until I noticed our bedroom door was closed. We never
do that. I crept toward it, and a deep feeling
of fear slowly overwhelmed me. No, it can't be what
I'm thinking. That only happens in movies. As I opened

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the bedroom door and flipped the switch, there they were,
the love of my life and a fat Italian dude.
Inches away from putting his stuff into her. He just stops,
sits up and says, sorry, dude. I did not act
cool at all. I screamed, what the heck, get the
hell out of my house. I then promptly ran to
the kitchen grabbed a large chef knife In one hand

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and a half empty wine bottle in the other. I
ran back to the room and threatened him to leave
or I would off him. I kept screaming, randomly kicking
or throwing stuff. The only thought I had in my
mind was just cut him. Don't stab him. A little
cut isn't that bad. You won't go to jail. What
saved me was that a few days prior, I had

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been offered a job in South Korea to teach. My
best friend was there already and had pushed me to
take the job. His voice popped into my head, saying,
don't do it. On cave. You have a way out
of this mess. You can leave the country in a month.
Don't hurt him. You can go to jail instead of
getting a new chance at life. So he left. I

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yelled at her. She was very drunk. I called her names.
It was the only time I used such words in
such a malicious way. I called her mom to come
over because I was afraid that if she was left alone,
she would try to offer herself. She tried for real
two days later. She didn't succeed, and last I checked,
has a serious drinking problem. It hurt, but I went

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to Korea a month later, and my experiences there changed
my life immensely for the better. Story twenty eight when
I turned eighteen, I thought I had found the perfect woman.
We had so much fun and she was my everything.
About four years into the relationship, I proposed to her
and she said yes. It wasn't until a few months

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before the wedding she was texting more than usual. Thought
nothing of it, really, since she said it was a
code work she works with at the daycare they worked at.
I never suspected anything of it because she never gave
me a reason to question her since we never had
problems or the normal red flags. One day, I came
over to her house a little early since I got

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off the weekend and wanted to surprise her with some
candy and roses just because I could. I walked into
her house because that's what I always did. She lived
with her parents, but they went on a vacation for
the weekend and let her have the house. I didn't
really hear much out of the ordinary, except for some
weird knocking sound every so often. I got something to
drink and sat down for a minute. I remember that

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day vividly, even though it was a few years ago.
It was really hot outside, like you could hardly breathe.
I had a sprite, and I remember even how much
I spent on flowers and candy. It's odd how we
can remember the worst of days perfectly. So after I
sat there and heard the knocking for about five minutes
while enjoying my sprite, I started to wonder what she

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was doing. I figured she was trying to put her
new TV stand and shelf together because we had previous
plans to do so, but didn't know why she would
start without me, So I grabbed the flowers and candy
and headed towards her room. As I got closer to
the room, I knew something was off because I could
hear a guy saying something and her moaning. I was
hoping so badly that I was wrong. I was praying

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that the sounds I heard were somehow wrong, and just
in my mind, my mind wanted to believe that maybe
she was watching corn. But the knocking against the wall
made more sense now. I opened the door and it
was my worst fear come true. Some guy was on
top of her and they were going at it. The
knocking was her bed hitting the wall every so often.

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I was entirely heartbroken. I put the flowers and candy
on her dresser and left without saying a word. They
both saw me and just sort of froze, like maybe
perhaps if they stopped I wouldn't notice, or maybe they
didn't know how to react. I know I didn't. I
knew the guy. He was one of her really good
friends from grade school. In most cases, I wouldn't be

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mad at the guy because I think in most cases
the guy doesn't know the full situation. But this guy
knew better, he knew we were together, and I was mad. Heck,
the guy had a girlfriend of his own. I was furious,
but it was sadness that took me over. I was
so sad it felt like I wasted four years of
my life. I didn't understand why or how she could

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do this. What did I do wrong? So many things
on my mind. I was broken. I drove home. I
remember the exact feeling and mindset I had on my
way home. I could have crashed and wouldn't have cared
that maybe it would have made her regret it. I
got home and about ten minutes later she showed up.
We both did a ton of talking to one another

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and opening up. She said that all the texting was
with Justin, the grade school friend, and she said she
had this other side to her that wanted to be
bad and wanted to get out every so often. We
talked about what that meant. She wanted to try different
stuff in the bedroom, so it didn't result in us
breaking up. The truth was I did love her, and

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when you spend that many years with someone, it's very
hard not to love them. And I didn't want to
start over, and I didn't want anyone else. We did
have fun together immensely, so she stopped talking to the
grade school friend. They were no longer friends, and I
decided to call off the wedding until I felt everything
was okay. So we tried new bedroom stuff and it

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was fun and we had fun. Life went back to normal,
but that day changed me a little. After that day,
I always had trust issues. Trust just isn't easily gained
back after something like that. Over time, she earned my
trust back and we moved in together into an apartment.
I never truly forgot that day. The scene was embedded

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in my mind, but I trusted her, so we moved
in and everything seemed okay. This was two years later.
By the time everything was back on track. We even
had counseling for her because of this other side she had.
Everything felt calm and we enjoyed living together until she
started getting texts again, even more than before. It was
a red flag this time because of the last time.

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I let it go for a while. I did question
her and she said it was friends. I let it
go because I didn't want to be that guy. I
felt bad for suspecting her again, but also bad because
I was so nervous. All the thoughts running through my
head were absolutely horrible. One day, she left her phone
at the apartment when she went to work, and I

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went through it. Let me tell you, I felt disgustingly
horrible about it. As I turned on her phone, I
felt like the worst boyfriend and a disgusting, horrible person.
I did until I found all the texts she was
messaging all sorts of other guys online on stuff like
kick and Skype, and even some local guys from Facebook
and meeting them. And here is some sound advice. Guys,

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if you find this sort of stuff on your girl's phone,
do not look at the picture, as that is what
will break you the most. I looked at the pictures.
She sent some very explicit pictures to all sorts of guys,
and she had pictures and videos of her with some guys.
It absolutely broke me. I was done, beyond it. I
grabbed all my stuff possible and moved to a friend's basement.

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I filled my car and my friend's car with my stuff,
mostly clothes, my TV that I paid for, my video
game stuff, and my computer, everything else I didn't care about.
On the way out, I wrote a note explaining what
I found and explaining that I was done and I
didn't want any contact with her ever again. She texted

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me countless times that night about how it wasn't her,
that it was her other side. She tried to spin
it around that way again, but this time I was
so done. I wasted almost eight years of my life
and I felt done. I lost my job, and I
lost all the will to really do anything but sleep.
It was a dark time in my life. If it

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wasn't for my friend being there to force me to
eat sometimes and be there for me, I probably wouldn't
have gotten through it. I ended up blocking her from
Facebook and changing my number. It was so difficult to
separate my life from hers. We had routines and a
life together, and I really didn't know how to be
without her. I didn't know how to sleep without her

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in my arms, or how to eat without her helping
me cook dinner, or even be in the car without
her singing along to songs and acting stupid with me.
Our lives went from being embedded to being separate in
a second's time. I lost myself for a long time.
My friend urged me to go out and meet a
few women, but I didn't know how to mingle or
meet women. Back then, it wasn't as digital as it

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is now. Now there are Tinder and Grinder. Back then
it was my space. Ironically how I met my ex.
I had a few dates, but with my trust issues,
I didn't click with anyone. My ex managed to destroy
something in me. I don't know what exactly. It is
sort of a trust thing and just a worry that
any relationship I would have would end like that. I

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gave up for a while until this woman found me online.
I had a website where I was writing a book online.
I wrote it in chapters and posted each one online
like an episodic style. This woman was a huge fan,
and we noticed we had a huge number of the
same interests. She loved writing just as much as I do,
and she has a passion for art. We share our

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new art with each other all the time and give
each other honest critiques. We are always brutally honest with
each other, and I love that It's been three years
of constant skyping, playing games on PS three with each other,
and we write with each other every single day. We
have fallen in love. We literally talk from the moment
our day starts to when we sleep, and it's amazing.

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Story twenty nine. Things between me and my partner had
been rocky for a couple of months, and while I
knew that we were slowly drifting apart, we had for
each other was most definitely still there, or at least
that's what I thought. Things had been going better for
the last couple of weeks, and I had spent Friday
night at home working on some schoolwork while she went

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out to party with some friends. So when I woke
up early on Saturday, I thought it would be a
great idea to walk over to her place with some
food to make her breakfast, which was something that I
often did. She didn't live far from my place, so
it was a short walk, and she always left a
spare key outside her place and permitted me to pop
in at any time. However, when I got to her place,

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there was a vehicle I didn't recognize in her driveway
and her key wasn't in its normal place. I felt
intrusive about it, but I decided to look through the
window into her suite she lived in a basement suite,
to see if she was actually home or had crashed
at a friend's place. After all, we had been together
for three plus years, so it wasn't like I was
some peeping tom. So, even though I felt a little

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weird about it, I looked through the kitchen window and
immediately saw shoes and clothing spread all over and in
a very cliche way, they led directly to her bedroom.
Even though my heart sank to my stomach and I
didn't want to see it, I went around the house
and looked through her bedroom window to see what I feared.
She was lying unclothed in bed next to another guy.
I've never felt so ashamed, betrayed and angry before in

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my life, and in that very moment, she happened to
open her eyes and made direct eye contact with me.
I felt shattered, I felt guilty and ashamed. I wanted
to smash the window and off this stranger lying next
to the woman I thought I'd always be with, but
I didn't. I just walked away. The next year of
my life, I'm ashamed to admit, consisted of excessive drinking

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and partying, cringeworthy conversations with my ex, and an internal
turmoil that nearly destroyed me. But when that fog finally lifted, somehow,
it all made sense, and I was finally able to
let go of all the pain and anger and frustration
that I had held on to. I made my apologies,
I shook the hand of the man who was lying
next to her that morning, now her partner, and made

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peace with all that had happened. My reaction at the
time was childish, self destructive, and likely overboard. She wasn't
my first serious girlfriend, but she was the one that
I loved more than anyone else, and I really thought
we'd be together forever. I'm not proud of how I reacted,
but it taught me a lot about who I am
and who I want to be. I stayed single for

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a long time after that, and only dated for short periods,
but never got too attached to anyone. I apologized to
both her and her new partner for a variety of reasons,
mainly to make peace with what had happened and to
try to heal some of the anger I was holding
on to, but also because during my phase of self destruction,
I had said some pretty cringey things to both her
and to him. We shared a group of friends, so

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there was plenty of interaction, and I knew that I
could and should be a better man than that. I
felt really guilty about some of the things I said,
and because I really did care about this person, I
wanted her to be happy with whatever new path she chose.
One day, I finally met another woman whom I fell
deeply in love with and have been with for five
years now. I couldn't be happier. And the box I

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have hiding in my closet is almost full enough with
the money I've been saving to buy her the ring
she's always wanted. I guess in the end, it does
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