I was young - 19. I had been with a girl for a year when my parents decided I needed to pay rent, so I found a roommate and got an apartment. Day one, I go to the office to turn in my paperwork. The girl in the office made my heart skip. She made me a believer in the idea of love at first sight.
She moved in across from my apartment a couple weeks later and we started to hang out. One night we slept together. The next day I broke up with my girlfriend. Me and new girl talked and we both wanted to be together.
She moved in with me a month later. That was 17 years ago. She's currently asleep upstairs next to our daughter.
I just met someone so much better for me. I met someone who was basically my female twin and we hit it off instantly. I ended up breaking up with the girl I was with and dating her for 6 months. Turns out there's such a thing as "too much alike".
It started with drinks after work and ended when I was in love and he wasn't.
My relationship was ending when I met him. We became good friends and told each other all about how messed up our current relationships were. The night it went too far was after drinks, a kiss in a bar and a DUI; I bailed him out. After we slept together the first few times I ended things with my boyfriend. He always said he was going to break up with his girlfriend and he never did.
Long story short, it was months and months of him telling me he wanted to be with me and loved me and months and months of him not doing anything about his current situation. When he finally did break up with her he stayed with me for a few weeks and things were great. Then in a company wide meeting (yup, coworkers) he texted me to tell me he was getting back together with her.
A year later and a half later, I am married to someone else and they are still together.
Honestly, it stemmed from being insecure. I don't want to believe it, but they say once a cheater always a cheater, and I've cheated multiple times. It's wrong, but I really loved everyone I cheated on and it had nothing I do with that person. It's entirely been because of my own issues. Doesn't make it okay, but it's reality. I'm just being honest. I know it's wrong to cheat and there's no excuse I truly am sorry to the people I've hurt.
I was in a 5 year relationship with my girlfriend at the the time. I started to talk to an old coworker from my teens that I always had a thing for, but she lived a couple states away so I knew nothing would come of it. Well, it turns out that she still had family in my area and regularly visited.
We made plans to get some dinner and catch up, for old times sake. It ended in both of us getting drunk, renting a hotel room and having some fun. This happened a few times over the next several months until I get a text from her... It's a picture of a sonogram of our child.
I was going to come clean to my girlfriend, because I never had a father growing up and I didn't want to put my child through that. However, she ending up losing it a month or so into the pregnancy and we stopped talking.
It left me feeling very guilty and anxiety stricken. 0/10 would not do again.
He cheated on me, things weren't going great. I decided to go cheat as well. It took no time before we opened the relationship and things have been better in terms of that since.
I was living with my girlfriend in university. Towards the end of my degree I had a field trip abroad and a good friend and I realized we maybe would have liked to be more than that. Got home, said to my girlfriend that I wasn't sure things were working and I needed some time. We had our finals to do and I didn't want to screw those up for her so didn't dump her out right . Meanwhile the other girl and I got closer and a few things happened.
Eventually, after our exams were done I broke up with my girlfriend, adamantly denying there was someone else. Now, 12 years later me and the other girl have been married for 5 years, and my ex is married to a woman.
I cheated on all my boyfriends. I always felt guilty and bad about it, and always confessed and apologized and tried to be better. Then I ended up breaking up with my last boyfriend to be with my current girlfriend.
I've never cheated on her nor felt the urge to cheat on her. What a way to find out that I'm gay.
My ex husband and I weren't even sleeping in the same room when I met my affair. Ex just wasn't interested in sex - and it was causing so many fights because I was so unsatisfied.
I met my affair on WoW, and we knew each other for about a year and had never flirted or anything like that. One day I found out that he had Settlers of Catan and mozzarella sticks, and lived an hour and a half away. I hopped in the car and drove down and we hit it off really well.
He didn't know I was married at the time. I really needed to get laid. It had been about 6 months. At least.
The affair never ended. Or I guess it officially ended when my divorce was finalized. He and I are married now and have been together for six years.
My long term boyfriend and I had to be long distance for about a year. At first it was fine, but then we started working opposite hours, and he stopped responding to my texts. I missed him immensely. And it's not like I played hard to get or coy, I messaged him frequently and told him that I wanted to talk to him more, have Skype dates. I guess I didn't communicate how important I thought that was to our relationship.
In addition to that, although I was planning to move 600 miles away from all my friends and family to be with him, and we'd been dating for nearly 5 years he still got awkward when I brought up getting married.
Cue my male friend from my college program. Our program was pretty rigorous. We basically had to teach 2 high school classes M-T and had master levels classes on Fridays. Oh, and our work was unpaid. We commiserated and drank together and watched movies played, board game etc. Pretty much on the weekends we were attached at the hip. At this point, I was probably emotionally cheating (he played with my hair, I tickled him, took naps in his bed) but we hadn't passed a physical threshold yet
The last day of our program he begged me not to move to be with my boyfriend and grabbed me and kissed me. So kissed him back. Again and again and again. I called my then boyfriend 3 hours later and said I had to end it because I cheated. My then boyfriend said "We can work through this" and I said "I don't want to"
That was 2 years ago.I'm marrying my friend from my program in a couple months. I wish I wouldn't have let my resentment of being ignored fester because I felt pretty blank while breaking up with him. I wish I would have done it sooner so I didn't hurt him as badly. But tis life.
I was the mistress in a marriage. The guy was an old boyfriend from high school, we dated off and on. When we were off he would date this girl Kelly, and when we broke up for the final time he went and married her. Almost a year after we broke up, I was back in town on summer break from college and ran into him at my summer job.
He gave me this sob story about how Kelly wanted a divorce and was taking his kid from him. I (stupidly) believed him, we exchanged numbers, started talking daily. He invited me over to "his" apartment, showed me his divorce paperwork, and ultimately things got heated for a couple weeks.
One day I swung by to pick up a pair of earrings I'd forgotten the day before. His best friend from high school answered the door. I asked if guy was around, best friend said no why would he? Turned out Guy was actually house sitting for best friend, it wasn't his apartment. Best friend also informed me that Guy and Kelly were in the process of BUYING A HOUSE, their marriage was fine.
I was livid and disgusted. I went to work the following day, and in walks Kelly. I ask her what she's doing later that night and if she's available to talk. We meet up after I get off and I lay it all out for her. She teared up a bit, but ultimately she was pissed. She gives me their address and tells me to show up there unannounced the next day.
I do and Guy is white as a sheet trying to get me to leave. Kelly shows up and they end up in a screaming match. So Guy ended up getting divorced and settled with a chunk of child support because Kelly informed the right people about Guys pot plants. None of us talk anymore. When I think about it, I have to shower at least twice.
I was with a girl about 4 months but she never showed much interest in me physically, so I started sleeping with a rather promiscuous co-worker in the back of my car after work.
Two months later girlfriend broke up with me for unrelated reasons, and me and co-worker are living together happily.
He kept accusing me of cheating all the time. For about a year he would do this and then tell me he forgave me for a week or so. After a year or so of this I started getting emotionally connected to a friend of his sister and sister's wife. We never slept together, kissed, or did anything physical. We didn't even talk about anything physical. But he took me on a few dates. He also informed me that good men do exist. I still feel awful about it. The fact that I knew what I was doing was wrong but at the same time, those dates were amazing and gave me the confidence to leave my ex.
When I was deployed to Iraq, my wife cheated on me at least 3 times. (She was the one to tell me about it.) It hurt like hell and we worked through it, for the most part.
When I was stationed overseas by myself a few years later, I started an affair with a female service member. It lasted 6 months. At the time, I justified it as "getting even". But now, I feel terrible about it. It's done and over with, and I'll never tell her what happened.
She started with tutoring me in math back in high school while I had a serious girlfriend. I ended up living a double life where everything I did with my "math tutor" I would end up doing with my girlfriend as well at a later point. It got so bad with the math tutor that I went on vacation with her and told my girlfriend I was going to see family. After I graduated I cut things off with both of them and through some sort of witchcraft after they found out about each other I was able to stay friends with both of them.
A few years ago, I met this amazing guy. Let's call him Guy A. I fell very much in love with him, he was so kind and sweet. We kissed a few times and hooked up once, but he was starting to see this other girl, so it never went further than that. I was pretty heartbroken over it.
Fast forward a few years. I'm a year and a half into this horrible relationship. We'll call him Jerk. Jerk is a compulsive liar, yells at me, threatens to break up every time I do something he doesn't like.
I'm at a concert without Jerk and I look across the dance floor, and I see Guy A, dancing his heart out, laughing and just being amazing. Hadn't seen him since the time we hooked up, which was a few years ago. My heart skipped a beat. I approached him, we talked for hours, and I told him I was living with a really rough guy and that I wanted out. When he kissed me goodbye, I just knew.
I continued the relationship with my Jerk for about a week (while still seeing the other guy on the side) before I finally worked up the courage to break up with him.
I've been with Guy A ever since, and haven't looked back once.