No one ever enters a relationship expecting their partner to cheat on them, yet it happens quite often. Nothing prepared these lovers on how to handle being betrayed by their significant others. Here's what went down when they found out the truth about their partners. Content has been edited for clarity.
“I Never Feel Safe Anymore”
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“I didn’t ‘walk-in,’ but I was there in the doctor’s office doting on my significant other when we found out he caught gonorrhea from all the internet hook-ups he’d been having for at least three months.
He tried lying about how he got it. When the doctor left the room, he fell to his knees, sobbing and begging. I was completely silent and told him not to touch me. He tried drinking random bottles on the shelf. He started hitting himself.
Once he got the treatment, I knew I still had to help him for the rest of the day since his car was at the shop and his parents were out of town. He wouldn’t calm down. He sobbed the rest of the car ride. He kept begging me not to leave, and when I didn’t respond, he’d hit himself. He tore his shirt in half. He kept trying to open the door in traffic and screaming he didn’t want to live anymore. He bashed his head on the dash so hard he started bleeding.
It didn’t get better. I helped him get his car back and helped him get his meds, but he kept begging me to stay. Whenever I said no, he’d get violent. He chased me with a katana and then kitchen knives. He nearly broke my wrist. He threw me on the floor so hard I had back pain for months. I couldn’t breathe. He tried setting my clothes on fire when he saw me packing. I tried calling 911, but he threatened that he’d make the police shoot him. He was foaming at the mouth and talking to things that weren’t there. He strangled me in the driveway as I was leaving. I thought I was going to die that night. I’ve had PTSD ever since and the thought of a man flirting with me or touching me in any way makes me physically nauseous.
He is a felon now and has spent one night in jail. He still lives down the road from me and violated the Protection Order twice. He made two separate Instagram accounts, one of which has my birthday in his username. He found out my class schedule. I never feel safe anymore.”
“I Saw It Coming And Did Everything I Could To Stop It”
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“I didn’t walk in while they were cheating, but I saw it coming and did everything I could to stop it, including telling my girlfriend that if the woman I suspected her having a thing with came to my apartment when I wasn’t there, it was over between us. She constantly told me nothing was happening between them, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
When I was out of state for a funeral a week later, I went through the Google Home app and noticed recordings of the Google Home speaker being used after midnight. I listened to them and heard the recordings of my now ex-girlfriend and the other woman using my Google Home.
I came back home four days later (had this on my chest for four days) and asked my girlfriend as we laid in bed next to each other if anyone came to the apartment while I was gone. She looked me in the eyes and said no. I said, again, was [girl’s name] in my apartment WHILE I WAS AWAY FOR A FUNERAL? She continued looking me in the eyes, lying inches away from me, and said no.
I picked up my phone and played the Google Home recording, and asked her, ‘Then who is this?’
She was a deer in the headlights. She couldn’t speak for five minutes. I told her she was a liar, a manipulator, and a freaking coward, and told her to get out.”
If You Date A Woman Out Of Your League, Don’t Cheat On Her With Trash
“His side chick called me on a Friday afternoon to let me know she was pregnant. She had turned 18 months before and was still in high school. He and I were 30. She was very proud of herself, letting me know she would be moving into his home when she told him the great news. I was so shocked that I politely congratulated her. I really just couldn’t process the information for the duration of the phone call, which lasted less than three minutes. She spoke like your stereotypical ill-mannered redneck princess. I was active duty at the time and stationed in Georgia, near the Alabama state line. He was a fairly good mechanic and a member in a local MC. I drove to his place and made myself at home like I usually did on the weekends. We’d been dating for over a year, so I stopped at the grocery store on the way to pick up stuff for dinner.
He came home to a steak dinner and me doing paperwork at the coffee table. He asked me what I was working on. I told him that I was working out his financial solvency for the next 18 years.
‘Oooooh, yes. See, that white trash you’ve been putting it to? She’s about to drop a litter for you. big guy. I wonder: will your brothers in the MC be alright with you sporting your colors for her prom?’
Of course, he didn’t say anything. He finished his meal while I worked out the numbers, and (NEATLY) packed my things I had been keeping there. I had finished doing up his accounts by the time he had put my things in my car.
I loved up on his pups and handed him his budget. ‘The blue folder will show you my math for your personal finances. You’re in deep crap within a year of her giving birth, because this county says she now can lay a claim against the property this house is built on. The green folder is for your shop. Interesting stuff, Einstein. If you’re gonna scam on your taxes, make sure your girlfriend isn’t an accounts auditor. Or better yet, don’t stick your junk in fertile crazy. I’ve already emailed this to the fraud division of the IRS. Tell the boys at the clubhouse you can’t be there tonight. You need to go over to that girl’s house and try to come up with a plan that won’t completely ruin the kid she’s going to spawn for life. And that if you ever date a woman out of your league again, please remember not to insult her by stepping out on her with cheap trash. If you plan to cheat, you move up the ladder, not down. Hope she was a great lay, dude. Because it’s gonna cost you a couple hundred grand over the next decade if she’s as pro-life as you are.”
In the 90 minutes I was in that house while he was home, he spoke a total of 15 words, tops. I later found out his MC kicked him out for trying to bring her to the clubhouse for open events after they banned her for underage drinking. And sure enough, she got him taken to court for his house.
It’s been 10 years since all this happened and it still irks me that I got cheated on with white trash. I might be a New York 5 and a Los Angeles 3, but I’m a freaking Columbus, Georgia 10.”
Beware Of Partners Who Are Still Friends With Their Exes
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“He’d just gotten in the shower when his phone flashed up with a text from his ex-girlfriend. They had broken up shortly before we got together and they still hung out together because they were in the same friend group.
I’d been super cool about it. Who was I to break up a 10-year friendship?
The text was visible on the lock screen.
‘I just wish you’d leave her now so we can go.’
That was the first and only time I had ever looked through any significant others’ texts. Hopefully, it was the only time I ever will.
There were weeks of exchanges about how they were going to run away together. Leave town, like I had been begging him to do with me. Plans we had made were spelled out as plans for the two of them.
I don’t think there’s a way to put into words how crushed and furious I was when I read through them. I was just shaking.
I went straight into the bedroom and packed up everything of mine I could see into shopping bags. I put on my jacket and I opened the door to the bathroom. I can still remember his shocked face in the shower when I shouted, ‘For the next girl, make sure you put a passcode on your phone.’
I didn’t have a vehicle with me, so I started to walk home. There was no pedestrian route from his house to mine, so I was wandering along the side of a busy road, half crying half growling. I ignored his phone calls until he literally pulled up next to me to drive me home.
I cried. He cried. He told me that he was just saying that so she wouldn’t throw him out of the friendship group and nothing had actually happened between them. I didn’t care. Either way, he was hurting someone with this. One of us was going to end up with a broken heart and it was me.
I think the hardest part really was that I wasn’t in my home country. I was actually in the process of getting a relationship visa with him so I could stay there.
I left the country at the end of my regular visa, around a month later.”
She Could Look Into His Eyes And Lie, Cold As Ice
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“I dated a woman for three years and lived with her the majority of that time. She was really bad about leaving her laptop open on the island in our kitchen. I was cooking one evening and kept hearing ‘ping, ping, ping’ from Facebook. I got annoyed after about five minutes of it happening and went to close the computer. I saw that she was talking to her ex-friend with benefits (who didn’t even live in the same state as us). Cheating is cheating.
I confronted her and she gaslit her way out of it, demanded that I leave ‘her house’ immediately ‘because her dad is the landlord and he’ll freaking kick you out.’ She insisted that she was in the right and I was just bad for reading her private messages.
She was 21-22 years old at the time and started dating a 16-year-old shortly after we broke up. It cost her her job, which involved her working with teenagers. I dunno who could’ve reported her for that.
The kid eventually messaged me and asked what my experience in breaking up with her was because he wanted to end their relationship. I was frank with him, she somehow found out what I told him, and started sending me death threats and being creepy in general.”
“I’d Never Felt So Betrayed In My Life”
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“My fiancé and I had been engaged for three months and been living together for one. I had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. He was being very shady with his phone to the point of taking it with him when he was taking his lenses off. Suddenly, he had one day off in the week instead of two as usual. One night, I remember him walking in the room from work with the guiltiest look on his face.
I knew deep down there that he was doing something, I just didn’t know what. He was good at covering and lying so I thought I was being jealous and insane. One night, he left his phone on his side and fell asleep on mine so I made the decision to go through it and confirm to myself that it’s all in my head. Instead, I saw messages from him and the girl where she confessed her love to him and told him to choose between us two because apparently he loved/wanted us both. He said that something that happened before couldn’t happen again and because he wanted only me. She mentioned that it wasn’t her first time getting involved with a taken man. Funny thing is, I always told him that if he wanted to sleep with other girls, we could talk about it. I was totally up for the lifestyle.
When I saw the messages, my heart was pounding. My entire body was shaking from the adrenaline, my ears were buzzing, my vision was blurred and I kept yelling at him, ‘What did you do?!’
He woke up, realized what I’d discovered. I threw the rings (engagement and a promise ring) at him while he was begging me not to.
I desperately wanted to calm down from the adrenaline, but I just couldn’t. I’d never felt so betrayed in my life by another person or by my own body. This was a guy that I saw myself growing old with, I wanted to raise children with him, I loved him with my body and soul. It felt like my entire world was falling apart in front of my eyes.
I never thought that I’d blame another person for a cheating significant other, but I 100% think she’s a piece of trash for getting involved with an engaged man.
A lot of things happened after that where I discovered an entire web of lies from him.
Honestly, though, looking at it now, as weird as it sounds, it’s a good thing that it happened. It taught me a lot of valuable lessons, mainly to always listen to my gut feeling.
The guy that I’m seeing now is so much better for me. He respects me and treats me amazingly. I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone because he’s so open and honest about everything. He makes me feel safe and secure in our relationship. He spends most of his time surrounded with other girls, I’ve literally seen girls hitting on him, but I don’t doubt him at all because deep down, I know he has my back.”
He Let Her Think Things Were A-OK
“I didn’t catch them in the act, fortunately, but I just recently got confirmation that my girlfriend was cheating.
My now ex-girlfriend was in the process of being put on probation due to an at-fault accident while on a suspended license/uninsured. She didn’t follow the necessary steps leading up to her probation beginning and was put in jail for a month.
While in jail, her phone was called by her ex 160+ times in the first two days and I knew that wasn’t right. Her phone was locked so I couldn’t just access her texts, but I remembered that she was logged into Snapchat and Pinterest on my iPad, so I took a look. There were months of conversations, pictures and all kinds of other ‘romantic’ musings to be found. It turned my stomach and made me feel about two feet tall knowing the girl I had loved and supported through a number of trying times including addiction, depression, crippling anxiety, multiple job losses, and more for over four years could just hurt me like that. I ignored her calls for a few days to regain my composure. I decided that I’d just play it cool and then break up with her after having one more wild night after she’d been gone for a month.
Fast forward to her release, we had a great night and fell asleep with her cuddled up to my chest. I woke up, feeling like I lost a tremendous amount of my resolve…then she decided to call the other guy while she thought I was in the shower and I was instantly infuriated again. I broke up with her and threw her out on the spot.
Even after all the hard evidence I presented or the fact that I walked in while she was planning to meet him, she still didn’t have the balls to just admit it. Instead, she said she just talked to him because I was emotionally unavailable and that they always make dates like that but never meet, etc. It’s all bullcrap.
Some days, I wake up hating her guts and every time I see her text or call me, I want to lash out. Other days, I miss the crap out of her and want her back. I find myself annoyed by her contacting me at this point, but also annoyed when she doesn’t contact me. I’d really like to just block her number, but all of her stuff is still at my house. I’m certain I didn’t handle things properly by having my one final night with her when I had every intention of ending things with her.”
What Really Happened While She Was Away For Work
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“My wife of six years got a new job in medical device sales and was out of town for three weeks straight for training. The first two weeks went okay, but she had never traveled before so it was difficult for both of us.
I have several friends who work in the industry and they all pretty much paint the same picture: lots of drinking, lots of hooking up.
It’s okay, not MY wife. She would never. But the next time we spoke, I could tell something was wrong. She had been talking about this guy quite a bit in our conversations so I asked about him. ‘Oh, he’s nobody. Just another rep from another state in training with me.’
Regardless, that afternoon I got a text from HIM, explaining that my wife had told him that I was asking about him and he decided to text me to reassure me that he was married, had three kids, nothing was going on. I bought it.
And then, the night before she came home, it happened. At 4 am, I got a phone call from her, but in my slumber, I sent it to voicemail. She was absolutely wasted and had dialed my phone instead of his and left a voicemail. The voicemail consisted of explicit details of their intimate encounters that week and since they will be traveling together in the future, the continuation of more intimate encounters were promised, including details on how she loved it when he did X to her Y and Z.
I got out of bed, walked down the hallway to our daughters’ rooms, who were 2 and 4 at the time, grabbed both of them and brought them to bed with me. I held them tight while they slept on each side of me. I cried the remainder of the night, not for me, but for them because their world was going to get turned upside down less than 12 hours from now.
I then got out of bed, logged onto her computer and, after a little investigative sleuthing, I forwarded every iMessage, every picture as well as the voicemail she sent me to his wife.
My wife got home the next day, (at this point she didn’t know I knew yet), and she was obviously stressed about something…
Hmm, I wonder what that could be?
To me, there was a LOT at stake. We had just built a new house, had two daughters, a dog, everything. We closed on our house (I had to get power of attorney to sign for her) while she was gone for training and I moved us into the new house. She left one address and came home to a totally different one.
I went about my business like nothing had happened. I just waited to see how many lies I could catch her in. Also, my divorce attorney said that the worst thing I could do was leave, as that could be considered abandonment. I needed to make the absolute best case I could for my daughters.
After about a week, I had caught her and documented DOZENS of lies. I also found a new reason to believe that he wasn’t the first and only now. All of a sudden, out of the blue, SHE GOT A CALL FROM HIS WIFE! I had never seen someone go that white that quick. She was freaking frozen with fear when she answered.
I told her that she messed up the best thing to ever happen to her. She had it all: an adoring husband, two wonderful kids, a beautiful home and a successful career. And she threw it all away to sleep with some loser from New York because she got caught up in the money and the atmosphere.
She cried, I cried, and when I told her I was leaving her, she locked herself in her car and cried for about an hour. Her rebuttal was that she loved me and we could work it out. The best part was that since her job was all about character and perception and how her physicians saw her, getting a divorce because she cheated on me with a coworker in the first few weeks of her new job would tarnish her character. She was so worried about ‘perception’ and how she would be looked at in her new role, she completely glossed over the damage she did to me, herself, and most importantly our daughters. That did it for me. I was out.
He was fired from the company for ‘misconduct.’ She should have been too, in all honesty. Last I heard, is that his wife left him, took the house, the kids, everything. I fought and fought and fought for my kids. My wife was suffering from depression, was a borderline addict, and traveled overnight an average 150 nights a year. Everything that those girls didn’t need to be around.
But being the father, I already had that going against me and the courts still sided with her. The girls live with her in the same house I moved her into. I make great money but I couldn’t afford that place on my own anyway and figured it would be best to try to keep things as normal as possible for them. I get to see them every day when I pick them up from school and when she is traveling. She makes double what I do, yet I still pay her child support. It’s a wonderful world.”
The Only Thing He Could Do Was Get Away As Fast As He Could
“I caught her lover leaving as I went over to her place one morning to drop something off. She was in her skimpy nightwear, kissing him goodbye.
First thing that actually flashed across my mind was, ‘I gotta get out of here or it’s gonna go down.’ I was suddenly aware how I have anger issues, and that I had a concealed carry license, and that I was carrying a loaded weapon at that very moment.
I looked at his smug face. I looked at her panicked face. I looked at his smug face again.
I turned and left, climbed on my bike and sped off. I have never rode as fast, recklessly, or as furiously as I did then. I actually think I was trying to kill myself.
I did crash the bike. I was in such a murderous rage that I kept thinking, ‘Faster,’ for some reason. I entered a curve way too fast and slipped while leaning and trying to make it.
I got up, realized I was messed up, then kept walking into the middle of nowhere. I sat in a clearing and remained there until a policeman found me. I told him what had happened and handed him my weapon, telling it was best he had it because I felt the thing was demanding to be used (it was just my anger, at the time).
The police officer was sympathetic, drove me to the hospital, and called a tow for the bike. On the ride to the ER, I got to chatting with him and his partner. 10 minutes went by and we ewre all laughing our butts off, lost in random conversation. Those guys are a couple of my good friends to this day and in many shenanigans, we have been involved since.
Regarding my ex, I never bothered to check.”
“It Was A Sobering Experience And Made Me Stronger”
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“This was so long ago that it is almost funny to think about because it made me a better person, I truly believe that.
In college, my scumbag boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend was in town and we were all at a party together. They were from the same hometown and had a lot of mutual friends. I got too wasted and left. He told me he was staying and would come over in an hour. I had a lot of friends there, too, who were keeping an eye out. I got home and immediately got a call from a friend that they had snuck off together to his apartment (we lived in the same complex so it was about a four-minute walk away). I sprinted back to his place, my best friend sprinting after me, walked into his room to see them. My best friend ran in and punched the girl in the face.
All is pretty much a blur after that…Some yelling, crying, punching a wall. Then I just went home and cried a bunch.
It’s about 10 years later now and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It was a sobering experience and made me stronger.”