I met my husband when I was 19. Our relationship was slow to blossom because his last relationship ended badly because of infidelity. I put a lot of patience and effort into earning his trust and proving I would never cheat on him. I left everything behind to live with him on an Army base, and we decided to start a family.
I just found out my husband is cheating on me, with the ex that cheated on him. He doesn’t know that I know, and as much as it breaks my heart, I don’t think I’m strong enough to leave him.
I’m not sure I’ll ever tell him I know.
I cheated on an online test I didn’t need to cheat on. I was caught and I’m afraid of the consequences that may come. I know I will regret this and feel guilty for this the rest of my life.
About once a week I go and visit a man in his early fifties. He is, I think, the saddest man in the world. After years of drugs and alcohol in the 70s, he had a very sour relationship with his mother. He left for the army without mentioning a word to her. The army helped to clean him up, but sadly very few of his issues started before the army. Hepatitis from a tattoo in Korea, a cheating wife, a liver transplant, and two of this three wonderful boys dying in an instant has driven him into a state of constant sorrow.
Going to see him is rarely fun or uplifting, I usually leave with a lump wedged in my throat and a pitiful twenty he forces me to take for moving firewood. It is usually a chore to go visit, something I only do for his sanity. With a second failing liver and a very bitter sweet dream home, every visit is more sad than the last; it seems that every day his stomach is bulging more and his face is more tired. There is nothing I can ever do to cheer him up, let alone keep a smile for more than a few minutes. There isn’t much I can do for the saddest man in the world, beside sit and give him someone to talk to.
I’m going to be 24 tomorrow. I’ve been married, miserable, been a cheater, and got divorced. My dad is elderly, my brother is handicapped and I need to have major hip-reconstructive surgery. My mom died when I was 11. I’m flat broke. I applied to grad school, got in, then had to defer. I work a job I only sort of like. Thank goodness for the people. Sometimes I have no idea where my life is going. I have more debt than I’d like, and no foreseeable way to pay it off. I demoted myself at work. My salary is going down. I’m prone to UTI’s, have a pre-ulcer and migraines. I started recreationally using prescription pain pills and I am terrified of becoming addicted.
But…I’m in love. With a wonderful man, who’s the perfect fit for me. So none of that other bullshit matters. Happy birthday to me!
Last year, I cheated on my husband with a man I hadn’t seen in 13 years. It did nothing but reaffirm my love for my spouse and remind me that there is nothing like the coming home to a man who loves to love you.
I was absolutely wrong to do this, but I am very thankful for what I have discovered.
I will never look elsewhere for the love I have at home.
I’m not sure that true love really exists anymore. I think that people just settle for someone that they can tolerate waking up next to every morning. I have not had a relationship in which the girl was faithful yet. My fiancé left me for another female. The girl that finally convinced me to get back on the bike after my failed engagement cheated on me and left me for her ex-boyfriend. Its hard to think about a lot of the time, that I don’t feel like I can trust anyone.
I’ve been with my boyfriend for years now, we’ve broken up several times, and it always feels as if it’s only a matter of time before it happens again. I met someone 3 months ago, and we started hanging out and having sex several times. He has a girlfriend, and explained to me at one point that he was thinking about breaking up with her. For whatever reason I thought this whole thing with him was something completely different then he did, he stopped talking to me 3 days ago and it feels like I’m going crazy. I know it’s because I’ve never been rejected by anyone I’ve had strong feelings for, and now it’s as if I’m just wanting that satisfaction of knowing he wants ME… because when I sit and think about it, he’s not even that great… he’s actually a piece of shit, but so am I.