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When I finally downloaded the contents of my 3-year-old's birthday digital camera, I found pictures of another woman kissing my husband.
When I finally downloaded the contents of my 3-year-old's birthday digital camera, I found pictures of another woman kissing my husband.
Cheating on my boyfriend with a gorgeous French man wasn't all it was cut out to be.
I don't even live in Arkansas, but I just learned that my uncle may be my dad, and that my mother's "sister" is probably my grandmother.
Until I heard the words "Yes, her name is Lane," I didn't know his infidelity would hurt me so much.
When I told my wife what had happened, she laughed dismissively and said that the girl had probably learned how to do it at camp.
He was too needy right up until the moment he didn't need me anymore.
Instinct told me to log onto his account, where I saw him telling her that he regrets being with me now that he's met her.
I left my ex-wife for her and then later she left me for my ex-wife.
During that five minute conversation, he gave me fourteen "I'm so sorry"s, seven "I'll never do it again"s, and three "What can I do to make it up to you?"s, and I gave him about nine sarcastic "mhm"s.
I never spoke to him again because he was dating eight other women.
"Cheating" makes it sound like there's malice and intent to deceive, but it's really more "stepping out," where I just need some fresh air.
Sitting at the table, I begged to be told the answer I already knew, but didn't want to hear.
I actually don't think that dancing with another guy is cheating, I'm just scared I'm an awful dancer.
I can convince myself of anything, but it's a stretch to think that it's not cheating just because I'm no longer screwing you.
She's afraid of me cheating on her with my friend, and, admittedly, I wish I could.
I took pride in knowing that my revenge against that cheating bastard were the scars I left on his back, marking him for life.
I had sex with her boyfriend and I haven't the heart to tell her.
I found you asleep cuddling with my best friend, so I stole your shoes and buried them in the snow.
While I was at work making money for her, she was with some other guy.
I was successfully hiding from you the fading hickies he'd given me... until you unraveled my scarf to rub my neck.
I'm in love with a beautiful pregnant woman who is not my wife.
We had been broken up a month when I learned he married another women while we were together.
I chose him over seven other boys, and then realised he's the only one who would ever cheat.
When I told her I forgave her I had no idea how hard it would be not to hate her for sleeping with my cousin who had been molested by his mother.
I offered myself up like a whore, and he blushed and stammered and told me that, while flattered, he couldn't take me up on it for fear of offending my husband.