@xamberangelx,
I know this may be old, but maybe still vital.
I cheated on my boyfriend. Let me state that to me, he
Is the most beautiful human I have ever known.
He wishes harm on no one. He is very intelligent and kind.
He has never...not once hurt anyone or lied about things of
Importance. I never had to question his loyalty. He wanted to
Spend all of his time with me even when I told him to spend
It with friends. He would do literally anything for me.
He listens to me and has been there for me every single time
I need him. He offers to clean and cook even though he goes to college and work and
I only currently work. To me, he is the physical form of perfection.
I love him with everything that I am. We are supportive of one another
We have NEVER told one another that they could or could not do something.
We give one another space for indiviuqlity and freedom even while licing together.
I came from an abusive family. My father molested me for 8 years.
My mother was not so motherly. I didn't have friends. No one told me i was beautiful. No one loved me. I grew up in a camper in the middle of no where with no water and sometimes, no heat. I had to steal everything . Panties even. They wouldn't even buy me tampons. I used the woods and bukets to go to the bathroom. I lived with this secret until I was 19.
I met this beautiful partner of mine, we have a home together and everything was perfect. Except, he feels quietly. He hardly ever shows emotio when we first got ttogether, he wouldn't let me go a few minutes without kissing him or touching him.
I couldn't even make dinner. Then susdenly it stopped. He would hardlt touch me or talk to me. At night, he would go to bed without telling me he loved me or even a kiss.
I would dress up, send naked photos, be naked when he came home, he still didn't notice me. All I wanted was him, but every time I complimented him or tried to tell him how much he meant to me, he would always shy away. Always place a limit on how much I could share with him. He never cuddled with me. Hardly touched me. Never told me anything good about me. I would spend hundreds of dollars on him and it took him over 7 months to just buy me something for a dollar. It isn't about gifts or money, but thought. I just wanted to be close to him. I just wanted to be as beautiful to him as he is to me. It drove me to drinking. I would drink so much and people would come over. One of these guys who was a friends friend became obsessed with me. He was the worst human being I had ever met. He ran drugs. He drugged people...girls and guys for fun. He slept with tons of females. Was into the college hipster scene I can't stand. He was a compulsive liar. I hated him, but he told me all the things I wished my boyfriend would just say once. He kept asking to hold me that he just needed to be around me. I tried to convince him otherwise. Told him how much I hated his music. Hated who he was. Hated his lifestyle. He didn't care. He kept trying. I told him that I ould never do anything with him as long as i was with my boyfriend.
Fastforward a few days later...I went with him and my friend to a club. On the ride back he tried stuff. I made him stop. He said he wouldn't try again.
Next few days, my boyfriend, the same guy, and another friend went to a bar. I ran out of cigarettes. The guy offered to take me to get some cause my boyfriend was supposed to play at the bar. He didn't want our friend to go cause he was always stuck up his ass, he said. He kept asking me where I wanted to go cause he said he wanted to hang out for a bit I kept saying idk I cant think of anywhere cause I thought it was weird. He said he wanted to show me somewhere (I was drunk btw and my grandma died. I dont do well with death) I had drank 5 beers by then. Some from the gas station. He took me to this place. We were walking and he kept trying stuff. I kept saying no over and over and over. Then I just stopped. I guess he thought it was the green light. Anyway, it started to happen and I made him stop and take me back.
After, the guy came around. I told him to never touch me again. He tried talking to me for over a month and I wouldn't. Then one day I did and each time I put him down. I told my boyfriend and I banned the guy from my apartment.
One of my friends got out of prision and was trying to get me to come see him. We were talking for closure on the past and it moved quickly to more. I told him I did not want to be with him. Canceled a trip JUST to see him Cause I ddidn't want anything like last time to happen. I was drunk when we made plans. After sobering and talking, I purposely ruined them. I have not talked to him in over a month. I said the most awful things to drive him away.
I told my boyfriend and it ripped my heart out that I could do such things to such a beautiful person. I admire everything he is and does in life. We are still together, moving on, but to this day I really can not understand at all how I did this.
He started showing me affection. I'm not the only who feels his emotionlessness. Everyone is literally shocked when he speaks and cracks jokes. He is such a terrific person, he just seems to have no emotion, but he has so much and expresses it so different and I just had not learned it yet. I thought it meant he didn't love me. Didn't find me attractive. Didn't care enough to open up to me. I was so wrong and it hurts me every single day.
But you have to tell your significant other. Even if you lose them. When you cheated...you disrespected their honor. Your hurt their heart and you grazed their soul. You can truly love someone and make a mistake once like I did and so many others, but given the chance would you do it again? I know that I never would. Not for all ofbthe love or affection in the world. He is who I love. Who I would live in hell every single day for just to see him smile once. But if you do not tell them, you do not respect them. You are being selfish. Choosing another to be ignorant.
My experience at least.