The real story of a girl’s betrayal: “I don’t regret anything”
Further stories are written in the first person. The author wished to remain anonymous.
“You are mistaken! You destroyed our marriage! You killed everything bright between us! I believed in you, and you? You are you.” Everyone can only blame, criticize, give advice, be guided by stereotypes and use hackneyed phrases about eternal love. Why did she do this? And what is really in the soul of this “wrong” girl? This is exactly what I want to share with you.
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We were together 10 years
My boyfriend and I have been together for ten years to this day. We know each other from school. He is my first true love. Over the past five years, not everything has been as smooth as I would have liked. At some point he s-humbled me, humiliated me and raised his hand. He stopped talking to me about serious topics. He would often withdraw into himself, play a lot and start making jokes when I brought up topics about children and engagement.
I moved to the background, but they are still talking about it. I stopped feeling desired with my lover. The complaints were everywhere. They don’t dress like that, you don’t look like that, you’re fat, you don’t taste good, they think you’re stupid, you can’t do anything on your own, you’re bored, etc. Why can”t you talk to him seriously? Logical question. Simple answer. He doesn”t listen to me. Simply ignore or face the aggression. If something doesn’t suit me, he says he will leave. How can he leave if he likes me?
I decided to endure until the end, to be ideal for him, to adapt to him and fulfill all his whims. My self-esteem has dropped to zero, but I am a fairly attractive and sociable girl, often attracting the attention of passers-by with my man. However, everything has changed. Every day the people who mattered most to me spoiled me more and more, and I began to see flaws in myself, pay attention to my flaws, and even look for them. I was broken, but I persevered because I loved. But, thank God, I didn’t have to endure and look for flaws in myself.
I met someone else
Under extraordinary circumstances, I met men. They say it right: at the right time in the right place. You can say that that day my life changed. Let me tell you a little about how this happened with him and how we met. I work as a consultant at a car dealership, and he just came there and looked at a few cars. He gave me some professional advice and we talked for a while. He seemed very polite to me. Certainly!!! Compared to my boyfriend, the passer-by looks like a knight on a white horse. He asked me to find him on VK and add him as a friend.
From the first minute of communication, I felt his frantic masculine energy, charisma and the incredible smell of perfume. This is the first man, besides my boyfriend, who drove me crazy. We started talking all day long about everything. I felt a strong attraction to him, I think about him, I want him. But at the same time, I understood that I was not a free girl, and I tried to restrain myself, hoping that these fleeting feelings would pass. I was of the opinion that no matter what your man is and no matter how he treats you, you must be faithful to him to the end. I replayed these thoughts in my head every time an attractive man from a car dealership wrote to me. She pulled out the dates of our meetings as best she could.
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A kiss is not cheating, or.
One day my man committed an unforgivable humiliation towards me, he said that he regretted the day when he asked me to become his wife. Apparently, on a subconscious level, I wanted to restore relations with him, but somehow I was distracted from these humiliations. Then I decided to meet this man.
I don’t even know how to explain my state at that moment. So to speak, I didn”t want to give up the tried and true old stuff for the unknown. The meeting fell apart. We sat in a restaurant and couldn’t take our eyes off each other. There is a great passion between us. He was so sexy and appetizing, in a word, he behaved very competently with the girls. He did everything and I was crazy about him. He knew at what point to take me and at what point to retreat. I really wanted to kiss him, time flew by so quickly, it just flew by. I held on with all my might, I wanted to get home as soon as possible and hoped that this day would never end. We didn”t kiss.
As soon as I got home, I was so relieved that there was no kiss that I held back. I”m fine! But, nevertheless, I was so embarrassed, so ashamed that I did not know what to do with myself. After that evening nothing seemed the same. I was afraid of betrayal, betrayal. I was afraid of offending the person. But she herself could not do anything. Like a magnet, I was attracted to these new feelings. And, as it seemed to me then, there were feelings.
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I didn”t like sex with him
Moreover, my relationship with my husband became worse every day, and with new acquaintances — better. We began to see each other every day, and our communication became warmer and more frank. They kissed. I stopped feeling regret, I felt like a desirable, beautiful, cheerful girl. I seemed to have restored a vein for boyfriends for taking such a leading role against me. I changed and changed. I have nothing to regret. But still I did not want to allow intimacy. It was too much for me. I still justified the kiss in my head, but sex is the ultimate and irrevocable betrayal.
For four months I “marinated” this handsome man. Then the tower collapsed and the fortress fell. Long story short, I gave in and it all happened. We spent the whole night together and everything was getting closer to sex. In the morning we arrived at the hotel, but I didn’t feel strong or in the mood. I really wanted to sleep, but we decided to try. I turned him down four months later, when the opportunity finally presented itself. It happened.
I was disappointed. I didn”t like it. It was uncomfortable, it wasn”t comfortable. He wasn”t the same as during our previous encounters. All the passion had vanished. I didn”t feel a shred of joy. Happy endings weren”t happening. I didn”t feel anything on my own. Ironic as it may sound. We broke up and didn”t speak for a month. Obviously, we didn”t like each other. In fact, we still talk, call each other regularly, joke, and support each other.
After our evening, my insane conscience returned, and I was disgusted with myself. I felt empty inside. As if the entire image this man had created around himself was an illusion. He no longer evoked wild desires in me. I didn”t understand what attracted me to him, how I even connected with him. Soon, he became an ordinary, boring, primitive person to me. We became friends, so to speak.
I don”t regret anything!
I”m not advocating cheating as a way to solve relationship problems. I shared a part of my life. There, my betrayal caused significant changes in my personal life and mental state.
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