People Spill The Secrets Of Their Torrid Affair

Affairs are dangerous, which makes them steamy. They usually burn red hot, at least for a short time. Check out stories behind these fiery affairs.

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That’s Not Really How This Works

“I got married very young. As though my whole life was just a cliche, my wife and I had a vigorous and rewarding bedroom life before I proposed, and then after we got married, she flat out refused to sleep with me. My libido was, to put it lightly, much much higher than hers at this point, but I did everything that I could to be sympathetic. Eventually, my sympathy ran out, and I let her know it was an issue.

We were both young, so I can only imagine she was frightened and upset about the situation, and she tried to make me feel bad for being upset about it. She said that I harassed her. I felt like a total jerk, and more or less agreed with her that a relationship should be about more than just what happens in the bedroom. I also felt that it should also be about that. The lack of physical intimacy was making it so that there was little that seemed at all like a relationship.

Finally, I asked her if she would let me pay someone to satisfy my needs. She said no. I asked her if I could sleep with other women that I knew. She said absolutely not. At this point, I should have considered divorce, but it seemed like such an impossible thing to even think about. Every time I imagined ending the relationship, I thought about having to face all of my friends and relatives and telling them that I had lied to their faces.

I felt I was cursed, but the human mind is capable of unlimited amounts of narcissism, so it’s not surprising I felt bad for myself.

I was having a conversation with a colleague, out for drinks, and drank enough to where I started talking about my situation. She was not only sympathetic, but she also suggested we sleep together. I was blown away but managed to rationalize it to myself. I mean, I was honest with my colleague, she knew I was married, knew I wasn’t interested in a relationship, and she knew that my wife couldn’t know about anything. It seemed like a perfect solution: casual, on my own time, working on my marriage the rest of the time. I cheated on my wife that night.

But it was almost too rewarding. Doing it without the crushing pressure of a dying relationship was enjoyable, so I began seeking it out. I was always honest with women, I told them all I was married, that I was looking for something casual, and that my wife couldn’t know about it. Amazingly, some women were interested. Un-amazingly, some of them assumed I was joking when I said I wasn’t interested in a relationship. This lead to problems: many, many, many texts, voicemails, and emails. I had been so obsessed with my getting some spirit quest that I had not taken the time to think about what a horrible person I had become.

My wife looked at my phone, listened to my voicemails, and read my emails. She confronted me and I confessed. She responded by saying that finding me out turned her on. She said she enjoyed seeing me attract other women. I was taken aback. This began the most intense period of intimate frenzy I’ve ever been a part of. I don’t think my wife and I left our apartment for two weeks, and we messed around on every surface in the place.

Then she had an affair with a coworker. She told me she assumed it would be okay since I had cheated.

It was different to me; not just because I was a selfish prick, but because once we became intimate again, I was no longer interested in cheating. On the other hand, she seemed to have no real interest in me at all.

This went on for a while, and then she revealed to me she was having an affair with her married boss, who had a wife and three kids (we were childless). She had lied to him about being on birth control, and now she was pregnant with his kid. She told his wife, broke up his family, and left me.”

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From The Child’s Perspective

“This happened to my parents. My brother and sister were friends with another pair of brother and sister throughout most of their middle school years, and some of high school. The brother and sister, we’ll call them Brian and Leslie, had the ideal life. Their parents spoiled them, they had a great big house and always had great birthday, Halloween, and Christmas parties. My family and I were over there all the time, so obviously my parents got to know their parents very well. Brian and Leslie’s mom, we’ll call her Beth, worked with my dad at the university. She’d grown quite fond of me. I think I was 8 or 9 when I first met her. She always invited me over for sleepovers and cookie baking days; she’d even buy me toys and clothes. I was over there more than I was home some weeks. One night she told me I could call her my stepmom since we spent so much time together, I thought nothing of it, of course. I loved her.

That August, Beth came over to ask my dad to help her with something. My dad sent me outside to grab something from his truck, and when I came back inside, I saw my dad hugging Beth with his hands on her butt, then separate quickly. It was pretty obvious now what they were doing and why my dad sent me outside for some random task, but being so young I didn’t realize what they were doing at the time.

Over the course of a year, Beth was always calling my dad and asking him to come over and help with random things; my brother and sister would still go over to their house to hang out, and Beth still invited me over for cookies and sleepovers. I eventually declined more and more because I started feeling uneasy around her and I saw how much it upset my mom that I was there so much. My mom started to resent Beth.

That November, my mom forbid all of us from going over to Beth’s house. It turns out my sister and Leslie were sleeping in the basement. My sister woke up because she heard people coming down, it was my dad and Beth, and they were whispering and kissing. I guess my sister sat there quietly until they left and then she got up later and told my dad she wanted to go home where she promptly told my mom what she saw. It’s vague from here, but my parents fought for many many years, and my mom told my dad to leave, which he did. Beth’s husband divorced her and married someone else, and Beth continued to work at the university with my dad and would call him to help with odd jobs, I’m hoping he declined every time, but I’ll never know for sure.

These days, my mom is still bitter towards my dad and calls him all kinds of nasty names no matter how many times I’ve asked her to stop doing it around me. She hates his whole family and does everything she can to make her children feel terrible for visiting our grandparents and doing things with our father. It’s been awful for a long time. I learned that people suck, they hurt one another, and become bitter.”

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“I Married The Anti-Christ”

“I’ve never met anyone that could top my story. I have enough tormented details I could easily write a book about it…

I married young, we were high school sweethearts that married a couple years after I graduated. We had dated for four years prior to getting married and had even lost our v-card to each other. We had a very strong emotional bond and a lot going for us in terms of loyalty. All things considered, it wasn’t that bad of a deal. I was financially stable with a solid career and always wanted to have my kids young.

Fast forward 13 years. We were living what could be considered the good life for most. We had three children who are amazing. I had built an excellent business clearing $250k a year – my family wanted for nothing, Disney World vacations every year, huge birthday parties, nice cars and house, etc. We even somehow were able to keep our kids very well grounded and not enormous brats.

Disaster first struck when my wife started insisting that I start working less from home (I had worked full time from my home office and helped raise our kids while she was going to different schools / starting her little project businesses). We had been having minor type of arguments, and this seemed like an odd request but since our youngest was now in school I thought fine, and obliged.

Her first of many affairs was with my best friend. This wasn’t your run-of-the-mill best friend, I knew him since puberty basically, long before my wife even. I actually supported him and his wife and kids, and even his parents for most of my adult life. He was kind of a mess up that couldn’t keep a job. But hey, that no-cares-given was part of his charm.

To be betrayed by not only your wife for over 13 years (and only soul mate for closer to 16 years), but also your friend that you had literally helped every day of his life was absolutely soul-crushing. There are so many awful details that I’ve lost track. One example: When I first suspected these marriage problems, I was taking my friend out for drinks a couple times a week to discuss how I could save things and get her to wake up. When I mentioned to him that I was devastated that she finally admitted she wanted to sleep with other people, it was actually a sly message from my wife to my friend giving him the green light.

I was destroyed inside. I decided that it was a better life for my kids to try and move past this and so I went to counseling with the wife. It went on for months and months and there never was anything useful, just a lot of denials and blame. The recurring theme was that I worked too much (at most 10 hours a day, while watching our kids). The nagging question of why was difficult to struggle with and I ended up on a lot of anti-depressant medications that were horrible. I eventually committed to staying in the house, putting on a front and never touching that woman again.

That was until after about four subsequent affairs. Something about me died each and every time and on the fifth affair, I had literally nothing left for her, let alone anyone. She had managed over the course of two years to destroy every single shred of good memories, hope or love I had for her. I didn’t care anymore, I had no jealousy. She could get it on with someone in front of me and I would laugh at not having to deal with her. I was done and let her know.

When that day came that she saw it in my eyes that I meant it, her world ripped apart. She was so sure of being able to keep her dual life that it was like watching a flower wilt in time-lapse footage. I felt mildly vindicated that I could take something away from her, but mostly just relieved that I was moving that emotional trauma from bleeding to bandaged (although those wounds may never fully heal, they aren’t growing in depth and veracity any longer). This is the moment she broke both mentally and physically (karma had started to catch up to her medically).

The divorce wasn’t very nasty as I told her to keep whatever she wanted, and she did. She laughed with her different boyfriends through texts that she was going to get my money and they would be happy together, etc. She did get my money, and I told her very clearly ‘You can take it, this is your final prize from me – you see, I made this lifestyle you lived and I can do it again. You? You’ve got to make this last and it won’t last long,’ and it didn’t, she’s already run out of money and turned to other means of living.

Things were quiet for almost a year after. It was no secret she wanted me back desperately, but that wasn’t going to happen. We certainly didn’t talk but she was reasonable when trading custody of kids and the like. Then she found out I had a girlfriend and all heck broke loose. She spent the following 18 months harassing me by taking me to court for frivolous means. She would call CPS on me with false claims every 90 days (to which my kids had to endure state employees asking them about bad touches, visits to my home to make sure I have food, etc). I even have had APS (adult protection for mentally ill, disabled, etc) called on me a few times along with false police reports and two attempts at a restraining order. Even though I win all these battles, it costs me money and time and my kid’s emotional trauma.

You might think she’s done with her tricks, but no… She ends up marrying my only brother, who is mental and partially disabled. This was her absolute (I hope) last ditch to get my attention. Now I have lost my only brother and my kids are confused as to who their uncle or stepdad is. I can go on for hours about how devastating this is as well, but I’ve rambled enough. I raised my brother from the time he was in high school on my own. I got him his first car, his first place to live, kept him from killing himself many times, etc. Imaging THAT betrayal on top of it all (much of which I didn’t detail). Yes, I married the anti-christ.

Oh, and her karma I mentioned? She was diagnosed with both cancer and a non-curable disease that will leave her wheelchair-bound for life in the next 15 years or so.

Meanwhile, I’ve gotten back on my feet, grown my business over five times larger and the future is bright on many fronts, but others are forever tarnished. I will never in my life trust a woman again. A couple girlfriends post-divorce cheated as well. I don’t understand it, and never will. It seems so simple to me to simply break off one relationship before another.

I will survive on a human level, but I am devoid of emotion at this point. I walk around still trying to pick up the pieces of my heart from my past but I don’t think I’ll ever find them. I consider myself ruined.”

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Finding Someone To Love You The Way You Are

“My husband and I were newlyweds, and he wouldn’t be intimate with me. After months and months of trying to figure out why he finally told me that he just wasn’t attracted to my body. He said that he was into more of a thin runner’s body. It broke my heart. He said he married me knowing what I looked like naked, but hoping I would change.

I loved him with all of my being, so I joined a gym and got a personal trainer. After my sessions were over, he still wasn’t into my ‘physique.’ I then suffered depression and anxiety. None of my medications were helping, so I suggested smoking a little weed. He ‘forbid me’ from doing that, but I did it anyway behind his back, and it helped. I told him about it after two weeks, which led to his complete distrust and disrespect of me.

I confided in my dealer quite a bit and felt beautiful in his eyes. We kissed one night, but I didn’t feel comfortable with cheating. Then one night, my husband stole and hid my pipe, refusing to give it back. We got into a yelling match. He was accusing me of giving him no respect, and I responded with a, ‘You don’t deserve it.’ Then he hit me in the face, and I left. I slept with my dealer, and it was amazing. I told my husband about it; then after months of therapy, I filed for divorce.”

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A Mistake

“I had an affair that lasted 10 months of the first year I was married. It was the worst mistake of my life. I got married, moved towns, and transferred internally through my job. I met a guy from work, and we had chemistry. There were little bits of flirting here and there, and I liked the attention. He had been married for a few years and had two kids, but he and his wife had been struggling and fighting for a while.

After work one night he invited me over for a few drinks. This was my first mistake, as I should have declined, but didn’t. We talked about our spouses as we drank, he said he loved his wife, but he didn’t know what to do about their relationship. After we were both smashed, I went to leave, and he made a move. I said no, but didn’t do much to stop him. We started kissing, but I quickly left.

The next few days were a little awkward at the office, but again, I liked the attention. I was incredibly selfish. I don’t remember specifics about what happened next except that we started hooking up. My marriage obviously deteriorated because I wasn’t putting any effort into it at all. My husband is a selfless guy, so he never got mad at me or anything, just upset. We drifted, and my affair became my life.

I started seeing things I didn’t like in the guy I was cheating with. We’d argue over stupid things; I started feeling even more guilty about everything, and eventually, I broke it off. We had been talking about getting together permanently – like leaving our spouses and everything – and I started feeling like I was making a huge mistake for both of our families. We struggled for a while with ‘breaking up’ and disentangling our lives and each of us went ‘back’ to our spouses.

I told my husband about it a few months later. Told him everything that we had done and how it started. We spent a lot of time crying and talking about our relationship. I told him I wouldn’t be upset at all if he wanted me to leave – I was the most selfish person I knew. He forgave me that night, and we started over.

It’s been a few years since I broke off the affair, and my marriage is stronger than ever. I made the biggest mistake of my life, and I can’t believe how close I was to ruining so many lives. The guy I cheated with is still with his wife, and I genuinely wish the best for them and hope that they’ve worked through their problems.”

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Just When You Think Your Getting Everything You Want

“I met a girl on a message board, and we hit it off. She had a great personality and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me. We would talk practically every other day at first. She was smart and funny and could hold a conversation well and would listen to my problems concerning my marriage and give me advice all seeming so innocent. I don’t know when it happened, but I can say I fell for her before I knew what she looked like. When she sent me a picture of herself, I was blown away by her beauty. I thought I was the luckiest man ever.

By that time, my marriage was in the gutter. My wife had moved out, and I hadn’t talked to her in over a few weeks. Yet while we planned on getting divorced, we never actually did. Meanwhile, the internet girl and I were in a long distance relationship full throttle; we’d watch TV shows on the phone together and as childish and weird as it may sound, we had to sleep on the phone together. The sound of our breathing helped put the other to sleep, and it was just another way of feeling connected.

She would occasionally send pictures here and there, and I would oblige with my own. Sometimes I would request a specific kind of photo, but she would make excuses. After about a year of this, I started to question WHY. ‘Why won’t you send me pictures I ask for?’ and, ‘Why won’t you video chat with me?’ I guess to throw me off the trail or appease me she compensated me with her actual address. She lived about eight hours away. She made me promise that I wouldn’t try to visit until she was ready because of some weird emotional stuff she had going on.

I obliged for another year, and we kept on with the regular long distance stuff for a while until one day when I had the great idea to go visit her. I drove eight hours from sun down to sun up in a car I shouldn’t have been driving around the block let alone across the state. I made it to her front door and knocked. No answer. I knocked a few more times and again no response. So I decided to get a hotel and get some rest. My phone rang as I walked to my car and it was her.

I told her where I was and she freaked out and hung up. I thought I had done something horrible and got in my car. I was about to drive off when she called back. We talked, and I convinced her to meet me somewhere. I chose a local bookstore considering we both loved reading so it would be fitting. I waited for about an hour and got a call from her. She said, ‘I’m so scared and excited.’

I told her the same and ended it with, ‘Well I can’t wait to see you. I hope you don’t think I look weird in person; I wonder if you will?’

Then she dropped, ‘What if I did look different?’

I said, ‘Huh? What do you mean? Like you gained some weight? I don’t care.’

She said, ‘No, just like… a different person?’ Just then I heard her voice from behind me echoing those words, and I turned around and there she was, this middle-aged woman, overweight and about five inches taller than me. I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do or say. She was a completely different person.

She had lied about everything. Her job, her looks, her age, even her hair color. I broke down. I was emotionally torn apart. I stood there for what seemed like forever and just out of nowhere hugged her. I hugged her tight and close, and she started apologizing. I still didn’t say anything. She kept telling me how handsome I was and how happy she was to see me in person and I just kept staring, trying to find the girl I had gotten so attached to in the past two years.

She saw this and informed me that she realized what might be going through my head. She said she wouldn’t take offense to me running away. I didn’t. Her voice was the same and still the soothing lullaby I had gone to sleep to for the past 700 nights. I invited her to the movies, and my mind was gone. I had no thoughts. It was trying to shut down. She must have seen this and excused herself to the restroom. A couple of minutes later, I got a phone call, and it was her, and she told me, ‘This, this is what you’re used to.’ Again she started apologizing. I got up and went outside and find her sitting on a bench. I sat with her and finally told her how betrayed I felt. I gave her every bit of me which was amazing considering I am a pretty introverted person and that my mind couldn’t process what’s going on. We parted ways, and I drove home in a daze.

We talked a few times after that and said the pictures she sent me were of her obnoxious cousin. We stopped talking pretty quickly, and I was angry at myself for being a piece of garbage to my wife. Why couldn’t I make the connection with my wife that I made with this lady? Yeah, my wife was crazy, but why was it so easy to connect with a stranger? It messed me up for awhile, and I am still single to this day. Karma has been messing me over since then, and I deserve it.”

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The Feelings Will Always Be There

“It happened off and on over the course of a few years. The chase began when she started working at the same place I did. She was new, and I was smitten the first time I saw her. At that point, I had been in a relationship with my wife for three years. We had moved together a few times and ended up settling in a different state, away from our friends and family. We didn’t have anyone but each other and our co-workers, which put a strain on our relationship at times. Things were good but they were no longer exciting. So when this new girl showed up, it just… well I just became utterly infatuated with her.

Within a few weeks, I ended up taking a job elsewhere – still in the same town and only a few blocks away – so we stopped seeing each other regularly. I gave her my phone number before I left. I didn’t ask for hers; I just told her that if she ever wanted to hang out as friends that she should contact me. She sent me a text about two weeks after I started my new job. At the time, it was all innocuous at first. We hung out during breaks, got lunch together, and I even helped her write her resume when she was looking for a new job.

It wasn’t long before I was ‘jokingly’ telling her that she was pretty and flattering her with all the right words and in the right ways. I meant them. I genuinely started to fall for her and thought she was beautiful.

It’s not that I didn’t love my significant other; I loved her very much, but I wasn’t ‘in love,’ and I was chasing that feeling with the new girl. In any case, the new girl had married her high school sweetheart, but their relationship also become a little stale. The texts continued to fly back and forth until it became a daily thing. Then it quickly became an emotional affair as we were talking and commiserating about our relationships and talking about each other and the best parts of us and how we got each other so well.

Well, one thing led to another, and suddenly we were at my apartment hanging out in the middle of the day. My significant other had a regular Monday to Friday job, and my schedule was a bit more variable. We had agreed to hang out privately and have drinks together. It was awkward at first because I don’t think either one of us knew what the heck we were doing. A couple of drinks in, some movie watching and laying on the ground near each other, we were slowly moving towards one another until we were spooning. Finally, our lips interlocked and I knew that things would never be the same from that point on. We made out for quite a while and I was beyond smitten at this point. We left knowing that we had entered into something that we didn’t necessarily want or expect and yet we clearly wanted something.

We hung out a couple of weeks later and I kissed her again, this time she recoiled and got quite upset. I became quite confused and after leaving, I sent her a text. Well, she had second thoughts and didn’t want to continue. I didn’t know what to do. I had been living two lives: one with her in my emotional affair and then the other one with my significant other who I lived with, and now I was a little heartbroken after being rejected. We didn’t speak for a couple of months after we had that falling out and then out of the blue, I sent her a text, and we got back on good terms. Her relationship had grown a little worse, mine hadn’t changed much, and our feelings for one another were still there. We got lunch just to catch up and said we should get together soon. So we did.

We restarted the physical relationship and the emotional one. We were both living double lives. I walked around my apartment with my phone always on me, constantly sending texts back and forth. I became increasingly guilty and paranoid about what would happen if my significant other found out. I loved them both. I still do actually.

We would go months without talking and then agree to meet up and would then restart everything again. We knew it’d never work for us and we had no desire to leave our significant others. It was as clean as a messy situation could be.

Later I ended up buying a house and moving a nearby city.

Well, like orbiting planets, we came back into an orbit near the other girl and we picked up where we left off. She came to see the house and a couple of drinks in we were back in it with each other. Things were great. I had everything I wanted: a wonderful wife, a new house, a great job, and another love (on the side).

After this initial visit to my new house, I went and hung out with her at hers, and well yeah. Then, we had one more time together, romantically at least, where she came over. Then I stopped. I couldn’t do it anymore.

The guilt was weighing heavy on me that afternoon, and just as our clothes started to fly off, I just looked at her. I smiled and told her that I couldn’t go any further, at least not today, something didn’t feel right. That was the end of our romantically physical relationship.

There is a part of me that wishes I hadn’t stopped things that day. I wish I would’ve known then that that would be it for us. There is part of me that is glad that I did what I did. I have doubts about that day and I’m not sure it’ll ever go away. It’ll always be a ‘what-if’ situation in my head.

There were no dramatic endings. Our significant other’s never found out and blew it all up. Instead, we kept in contact, but we both realized, without ever saying anything, that we were finished.

We still see each other today and get lunch and catch up. She is one of my best friends and I still refer to her, half-jokingly, as my mistress even if we haven’t been involved with each other in that way for a couple of years now. I loved her, I still love her, and I recognize that the love I have for her will never go away, but our time together has passed and that will never be again.”

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A Dark Outcome

“I got married at 24. My husband was a nice guy, but he had a drinking problem. I thought I could ‘fix’ him by marrying him. I came to resent him so much that I couldn’t stand to be near him or for him to touch me. I was a mean, angry wife, which I now realize was all my own doing since I had had doubts but went through with the marriage just to avoid the embarrassment of calling it off.

I had gained a lot of weight during the first year and a half of marriage and had started seeing a personal trainer. He was extremely good looking and charismatic, but more importantly, he was interested in me and wanted me to leave my husband, which I did after about five months.

I lost a total of 90 pounds, got a tummy tuck, and chest implants at the request of my new boyfriend. Shortly after this, he began slowly isolating me from my friends and family. This was in 2009, and his training business had gone from generating an income of $15,000 a month to $0 within a couple of months. I was still in school and did not have a high paying job. He gave me the ultimatum that I quit my job and become a pole dancer, or we break up so he can find a woman who makes more money. I quit my job.

This was the beginning of three years of a living nightmare. My life was controlled by this man. I was not allowed to wear certain clothes, eat certain foods, have my hair any way other than short, and wear makeup that made me look like a Suicide Girl. I was not allowed to read books. I could not go to family functions because I had to go to work to make money while he was home trying to start a dating website and new training business.

I shut down and became a shell of what I had been. I drank all the time. I was terrified to tell my family what was going on because he would repeat the same rhetoric almost every day about how if my family found out, they would show up at our house, which he would interpret as a threat. Since he was being threatened, he and his brothers would have to physically harm my brothers, dad, and stepdad to the point that they would have physical disabilities afterward. This, combined with the fact that he ruined my credit and took my money every night, made me think that I could not leave. Part of me felt that I deserved this treatment for cheating on my husband.

I wanted out, but couldn’t leave, since I had lost the ability to make decisions for myself. Every part of my life was scheduled and controlled by this man. I eventually did small things over a long period to irritate him and sabotage the relationship. He kicked me out of the house on my 28th birthday. That freedom was the best birthday gift I’ve ever received.

It’s been about three years now. I quit dancing and drinking when I essentially had a mental breakdown. I started going to AA and working for my stepdad. He recently decided that I will be taking over the business when he retires in a few years. My life is amazing now. I didn’t think that I would ever come back from the path my life took. I have learned so much about myself, good and bad, and have been able to live a better, less selfish life.”

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Please Don’t Cheat

“I used to cheat on my girlfriend in college, though I never had any ‘side relationships.’ It was just random women for a night or sleeping with a girl that I had already slept with in the past. So there was no ‘breaking it off.’ I just moved on with my life.

I was young and amorous. I don’t do that kind of thing anymore. It was weird because I didn’t feel guilty either. It was kind of like a spiteful thing. Oh, you hung out with your friend and some guys? Well, I’m going to go do it with Christy. You took a picture with some guy I don’t know? Oh well, I’ll try to do it with this girl at the bar right now.

I was a jerk, but I learned from it. I learned that I didn’t really love her because if I did, I wouldn’t have acted like that. I learned that I would never marry her because I could never look her in the face on our wedding day knowing what I had done. I broke up with her after a couple of years, and I haven’t cheated on a girl since.”

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Not Such A Happy Ending

“I was dating a girl in college, and we had been together for almost a year. The first 10 months or so were great, but something inside her switched. She became incredibly selfish, possessive, and rude. Not exactly the best combination of personality traits. I figured it was just a phase, so I stuck it out for a little longer, but I was starting to become miserable. About that time, I met a lovely girl in one of my classes. She was way out of my league, but she showed interest in me, and we clicked. I decided I was going to break up with my girlfriend and give it a try with the new girl. Unfortunately, my girlfriend ended up getting a horrible case of kidney stones which included several stays in the hospital. I could not bring myself to break up with a bed-ridden girl who was in constant pain. So, I didn’t break up with her; I just started dating the new girl. She had no idea that I had a girlfriend. I eventually broke up with my girlfriend, told the new girl that I had a girlfriend all along and they both moved on. I got what I deserved, but I still wish things would have worked out with either one of them. They were both awesome girls. They’re both happy and in great relationships now, and I’m single with no prospects. So it goes.”

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A Bittersweet Reunion

“We dated in high school and had great chemistry together in just about every way. Feelings ran deep. Pretty typical story – I was the street punk, she was the quiet, shy type with an overprotective father, but we just gelled. Her dad didn’t like me and eventually forced us apart. We tried to make it work anyway, but she eventually moved away when her dad got a new job.

I met her again a few years later. We were both adults. I was single. She got into a whirlwind marriage that she realized was a mistake very early on. And to make matters worse, they decided that having a baby would be the best way to patch up their marriage problems, which worked out about as well as you’d expect.

The problem was that due to a medical condition, she only had one fallopian tube attached — the other one had never fully formed and was basically nonexistent, which meant that her chances of conception were low. Fertility problems in a bad marriage lead to a worse marriage.

We bumped into each other, exchanged phone numbers, and got to talking. And all the chemistry was still there. I was still the street punk. I knew she was married. His problem, not mine, I thought. Yeah, I was a jerk.

We only got together once. I used protection, but that isn’t always entirely foolproof. She came back a few weeks later to tell me that she was pregnant. She didn’t say that it was mine, but the implication was there, and the timing was dead-on. I wanted to be happy, but at the same time, I just knocked up another guy’s wife. I was nervous, confused, and scared, and all of that showed right on my face. She picked up on it and tried to pass it off that it was her husband’s baby to make me feel better, but she was never a great liar.

A couple of weeks later, she found out that it was an ectopic pregnancy (baby was inside her one remaining tube), which meant that not only did she have to end the pregnancy, it also ended her chances of conceiving naturally.

This, of course, ended our affair. Her husband continued to think it was his, and the disappointment about losing the baby compounded with the now complete inability to conceive naturally was the final nail in the coffin of an already failed marriage, and they divorced soon after.

We never spoke again. I ended up losing one of the greatest women I’ve ever known, helped ruin her marriage, and possibly caused her to be effectively sterile because we couldn’t keep our pants on.”

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