Personal Experience: How I Cheated On My Boyfriend And Did Not Regret It

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Personal Experience: How I Cheated On My Boyfriend And Did Not Regret It
Personal Experience: How I Cheated On My Boyfriend And Did Not Regret It

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Further history will be written in the first person. The author wished to remain anonymous.

The content of the article

  • 1 We've been together for 10 years
  • 2 I met another
  • 3 A kiss is not treason, or …
  • 4 I didn't like having sex with him
  • 5 I do not regret anything!

“You're unfaithful! You ruined our marriage! You killed all the light between us! I believed you, did you? You you you… . Everyone can only condemn, criticize, give advice, guided by stereotypes, operate with hackneyed phrases about eternal love. Why did she do that? And what is really on the soul of this “unfaithful” girl? This is what I want to share with you.

We've been together for 10 years_10

We have been together with a young man to this day for 10 years. We've known each other from school. He is my first true love. For the last 5 years, not everything has gone as smoothly as I would like. At one point, he began to allow himself to insult me, humiliate me, raise his hand against me. He stopped talking to me on serious topics, began to withdraw into himself often, to play a lot, to laugh it off when I start to bring up the topic of children and the engagement.

I switched to plan 2 and that's putting it mildly. I stopped feeling loved and wanted. There were complaints about everything: not dressed like that, you don't look like that, fat, you don't cook well, you think stupidly, you can't do anything yourself, boring, etc. Why don't you seriously talk to him? A logical question. A banal answer. He doesn't hear me. It simply ignores or responds with aggression. She says to leave if something doesn't suit me. How will I leave if I love?

I decided to endure to the end, to become ideal for him, adjust to him and fulfill his every whim. My self-esteem dropped to zero, although I am quite an attractive, sociable girl and often catch the glances of a passing guy. But everything has changed. Every day, the person dearest to me more and more spread rot, and already I myself began to see flaws in myself, pay attention to shortcomings and even look for them. I was broken, but endured because I loved. But, thank God, it didn't take long to endure and look for flaws in oneself …

I met another

Under unusual circumstances, I met a man. Correctly say, be at the right time in the right place. On this day, one might say, my whole life changed. I'll tell you a little about him and how our acquaintance happened. I work in a car dealership as a consultant, and he just went there and looked at a couple of cars. I provided him with professional advice and we got to talking a little. He seemed very polite to me. Sure! Compared to my boyfriend, any passer-by will seem like a knight on a white horse. He asked me to find him on VK and add to his friends.

Girl and boy
Girl and boy

From the first minute of communication, I felt his frantic male energy, charisma, an incredible aroma of perfume. This is the first guy, besides my boyfriend, who drove me so crazy. We started talking all day long about everything. I felt that I was very much drawn to him, I think about him, I want him. But at the same time, I understood that I was not a free girl and tried to restrain myself, in the hope that these fleeting feelings would pass. I was of the opinion that no matter what your man is and how he treats you, you must be faithful to him to the last. I ran these thoughts in my head every time that adorable guy from the car dealership wrote to me. Delayed the date of our meeting as best she could …

A kiss is not cheating, or … _8212_8230

One day my man made an unforgivable insult to me, he said that he regretted the day when he invited me to become his wife. Apparently, on a subconscious level, I wanted to take revenge on him then, somehow to distract myself from these humiliations. And I decided to see the guy I was thinking about every minute.

I don't even know how to describe my condition at that moment more accurately. In no case did I want to give up the tried and true old, for the sake of the unknown, but such a tempting and intriguing new, so to speak. The meeting was on the brink. We were sitting in a restaurant and could not take our eyes off each other. There was a great passionate desire between us. He was so sexy, he smelled delicious, in a word, he behaved very competently with the girl. He did everything to make me crazy about him. He knew at what moment to hug me, and at what point to step back. I really wanted to kiss him, time passed so quickly, it just flew by. I held on with all my strength, wanted to go home as soon as possible and hoped that this day would never end. We didn't kiss.


As soon as I returned home, I was so relieved that there was no kiss, that I restrained myself. I'm fine fellow! But despite this, I was so ashamed, so ashamed, I did not know what to do with myself. It seemed to me that after this evening, nothing would be the same. I was afraid of betrayal, betrayal on my part, I was afraid to hurt my man. But she couldn't help herself. I was drawn like a magnet to these new emotions and, as it seemed to me at that time, feelings.

I didn't like sex with him2

Then the relationship with her husband worsened every day and improved with a new acquaintance. We began to see each other every day, and our communication became warmer and more frank. They kissed. I stopped feeling any remorse, I felt like a desirable, beautiful, interesting girl. It was as if I took revenge on my boyfriend for such a swinish attitude towards me. I have changed and changed. Nothing to regret. But all the same, I did not want to allow intimacy. It was overkill for me. I still somehow justified the kiss in my head, but sex is a final and irrevocable betrayal.

For four months I “pickled” this handsome man. Then the tower collapsed, the fortress fell. In short, I gave up and everything happened. We spent the whole evening together and it was all about sex. We arrived at the hotel in the early morning, but there was no strength or mood. I really wanted to sleep, but we decided to try it. When the opportunity presented itself, I refused him for 4 months. It happened.


I was disappointed. I did not like. It was not convenient, not pleasant. He was not the same as in our previous meetings. All passion disappeared somewhere. I didn't get one drop of pleasure. Happy end did not happen. I felt out of place. As ironic as it sounds. We parted and did not communicate for a month. Apparently we both didn't like it. In fact, we still communicate, periodically call each other, joke, support each other.

After our night, my crazy conscience returned to me, I felt disgusted with myself. I felt empty inside. As if the whole image that this guy created around himself was an illusion. He no longer made me wildly desire. I didn't understand how I generally fell for him, how he attracted me. He instantly became for me an ordinary, boring and primitive guy. We became friends, so to speak …

I don't regret anything! 3

During the time I was rushing between the two guys, I understood a lot. I realized that sex without love is not such a pleasure. I realized that I am a very beautiful girl, I fell in love with myself. I stopped letting myself humiliate myself. I realized that the whole world is not reduced to one person. My man and I are still together, I didn't tell him anything, of course. To be honest, I have already forgotten about that period in my life, as if it were not with me. This is probably a defensive reaction. My conscience does not torment me. I am grateful that one day my life changed and from a naive stupid fool who tolerates everything in her address, I turned into a confident lady who knows her own worth.

I do not advocate cheating as a way to solve relationship problems. I only shared a part of my life in which cheating on my part provoked qualitative changes in my personal life and my state of mind.