How did y'all find out your boo cheated

[Mr. Negative]

okay.

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I came home from work that night. Walked in and saw my girl laid out on the bed. Legs still open and shyt, room smelled like sex. p*ssy was still glistening. I figure, that's pretty normal. Girl was a freak. Prolly wearing out a dildo or something, as she was prone to doing.

That's when I noticed the 24oz budweiser can next to the bed.

Walked in the bathroom, toilet seat was up. I thought to myself " I don't believe this shyt. I'm too tired to deal right now. Take a shower, smoke this weed and deal with the shyt when I wake up."

Got ready to get cleaned up, realized dude had used my towels, My Soap, MY DEODORANT and MY TOOTHBRUSH.

I couldn't even....

I just turned back around, walked back to work (my car had been stolen like 2 months prior) and sat at the bar. Had to clear my head.

My boy was like "Why you back? whats wrong?"

Me: My girl just got through fukking some other nikka, nikka used all my personal hygiene shyt.

Him:



So I walked back home.

She must've realized I had been there and gone, cause she was on her knees in the floor crying and shyt.

I ignored her. Laid on the couch. Stared at the ceiling all night. Smoked til my nose bled.

Talked about it the next day. I must've had murderous intent floating around or something, cause she gave me full disclosure.

Told me that the only reason she fukked that dude (whom she didn't know and had only met once) was that he was a male stripper with a tongue ring and she wanted to know what it felt like.

Told me that she had slept with some 14 guys since we had been together... and three chicks.

Two of those people were a married couple that we knew. She had fukked this dude.... then fukked his wife while I was sitting in the living room listening to music on my fukking headphones. Chick had showed up all distraught about some argument that her and her husband had... I left them alone cause I thought they were doing the girl talk thing, my girl fukked her in the bedroom with the door closed and I was right there in the next room oblivious to the whole thing.

I had been going in my girl raw every day, twice a day. How I got away clean is beyond me. Dodged a hell of a bullet.

After that, I pretty much blanked her presence from my plane of existence. We still lived together (she moved to new york a month or so later), but I totally ignored her. No talking, no looking at her, no nothing. The only time we got into it was when she started breaking plates, then threw a bottle of vodka I had. I threw her.

Funny thing is, I hooked up with this girl on the internet, my ex went fukking nuts. Went into what looked like hysteria. Depression. Suicide attempts. How could I?!?

The human psyche's rationale of right and wrong never ceases to amaze me.

 

[Mr. Negative]

oh, I dropped a lit cigarette down her shirt once when she was groveling, that's about it.

 

[Born2BKing]

okay.

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I came home from work that night. Walked in and saw my girl laid out on the bed. Legs still open and shyt, room smelled like sex. p*ssy was still glistening. I figure, that's pretty normal. Girl was a freak. Prolly wearing out a dildo or something, as she was prone to doing.

That's when I noticed the 24oz budweiser can next to the bed.

Walked in the bathroom, toilet seat was up. I thought to myself " I don't believe this shyt. I'm too tired to deal right now. Take a shower, smoke this weed and deal with the shyt when I wake up."

Got ready to get cleaned up, realized dude had used my towels, My Soap, MY DEODORANT and MY TOOTHBRUSH.

I couldn't even....

I just turned back around, walked back to work (my car had been stolen like 2 months prior) and sat at the bar. Had to clear my head.

My boy was like "Why you back? whats wrong?"

Me: My girl just got through fukking some other nikka, nikka used all my personal hygiene shyt.

Him:



So I walked back home.

She must've realized I had been there and gone, cause she was on her knees in the floor crying and shyt.

I ignored her. Laid on the couch. Stared at the ceiling all night. Smoked til my nose bled.

Talked about it the next day. I must've had murderous intent floating around or something, cause she gave me full disclosure.

Told me that the only reason she fukked that dude (whom she didn't know and had only met once) was that he was a male stripper with a tongue ring and she wanted to know what it felt like.

Told me that she had slept with some 14 guys since we had been together... and three chicks.

Two of those people were a married couple that we knew. She had fukked this dude.... then fukked his wife while I was sitting in the living room listening to music on my fukking headphones. Chick had showed up all distraught about some argument that her and her husband had... I left them alone cause I thought they were doing the girl talk thing, my girl fukked her in the bedroom with the door closed and I was right there in the next room oblivious to the whole thing.

I had been going in my girl raw every day, twice a day. How I got away clean is beyond me. Dodged a hell of a bullet.

After that, I pretty much blanked her presence from my plane of existence. We still lived together (she moved to new york a month or so later), but I totally ignored her. No talking, no looking at her, no nothing. The only time we got into it was when she started breaking plates, then threw a bottle of vodka I had. I threw her.

Funny thing is, I hooked up with this girl on the internet, my ex went fukking nuts. Went into what looked like hysteria. Depression. Suicide attempts. How could I?!?

The human psyche's rationale of right and wrong never ceases to amaze me.

 

[A.V.]

Most definitely.But I've been on the other side too. A girl I shytted on back in the day has her MSN and is a Nurse Practitioner these days.

Life's funny like that, ain't it?

 

[Mr. Negative]

The sickle cell ex. So damn....

Seriously fukked my head up. Left me in what was pretty much a- This girl broke me mentally, brehs. Left me in a perpetual mix of and


Here I was, had accepted her kid from 6 months and raised her as my own. Taken them both off the street when her mom kicked her out (there was some sex abuse shyt going on with her dad that her mom knew about, kicked her our when she tried fighting back... but that's another story that you prolly seen me tell before)

Been there when she was sick, which was almost all the time... took care of them both. We lost a kid together. Saw her literally die a few times. Helped her through her issues. Accepted a lot of shyt.

Hell, man. We walked a mile to a store once out of boredom, she went into a mild crisis in the store, I carried her on my back to the apartment cause she couldn't walk.

I did my best to help her get back on her feet. Stay on her feet.

When I fell on hard times, she was like

I had to move 2 hours out.

One christmas, her family took her kid and went to Hawaii. Left her by herself. She was depressed as hell. And plus the weather was doing her in, sounded like.

So when she stopped answering her phone, I panicked. I thought she was dead on the floor. Had OD'ed. SOMETHING.

So I basically drop what Im doing at my job and race up there... calling every 10 minutes. When I saw her car still parked, I freaked right the fukk out.

Went in the apartment, it was empty.

But I saw all her video games had been gone through and some were missing.

Went in the bedroom, there was lingerie taken out the drawers and picked through, but not put up. Clothes laid out.....

I'm calling her cell number.

Finally get an answer, she sounds drugged up. Which was normal, really....

Me: hey you okay? I been calling and shyt, you wasn't picking up... had me worried as hell. Are you in the hospital? Where are you?

Her: I'm okay. I'm in a lot of pain. Not feeling too hot. I'm here laying on the couch... I been here for a minute.


Me: *looks down at the couch*

That Ether. That shyt That Make Your Soul Burn Slow.



I'm not gonna get into the fallout. But I'm not gonna lie like that shyt didn't kill me.

 

[Mr. Negative]

last relationship, I just saw the signs and cut that shyt short. But it did have me up there in the "Dealing With Women" thread all distraught and shyt....

It's like bookmarks in my adult life.

I'm not gonna be like women aint shyt or hard on hoes or whatever.... cause it's some good women out there. There's chicks that's been danced on just like me.

But I'm just staying clear of any form of "relationship". Don't wanna play the game no more, so I'm taking my piece off the board.

 

[ChrisDorner]

The sickle cell ex. So damn....

Seriously fukked my head up. Left me in what was pretty much a- This girl broke me mentally, brehs. Left me in a perpetual mix of and


Here I was, had accepted her kid from 6 months and raised her as my own. Taken them both off the street when her mom kicked her out (there was some sex abuse shyt going on with her dad that her mom knew about, kicked her our when she tried fighting back... but that's another story that you prolly seen me tell before)

Been there when she was sick, which was almost all the time... took care of them both. We lost a kid together. Saw her literally die a few times. Helped her through her issues. Accepted a lot of shyt.

Hell, man. We walked a mile to a store once out of boredom, she went into a mild crisis in the store, I carried her on my back to the apartment cause she couldn't walk.

I did my best to help her get back on her feet. Stay on her feet.

When I fell on hard times, she was like

I had to move 2 hours out.

One christmas, her family took her kid and went to Hawaii. Left her by herself. She was depressed as hell. And plus the weather was doing her in, sounded like.

So when she stopped answering her phone, I panicked. I thought she was dead on the floor. Had OD'ed. SOMETHING.

So I basically drop what Im doing at my job and race up there... calling every 10 minutes. When I saw her car still parked, I freaked right the fukk out.

Went in the apartment, it was empty.

But I saw all her video games had been gone through and some were missing.

Went in the bedroom, there was lingerie taken out the drawers and picked through, but not put up. Clothes laid out.....

I'm calling her cell number.

Finally get an answer, she sounds drugged up. Which was normal, really....

Me: hey you okay? I been calling and shyt, you wasn't picking up... had me worried as hell. Are you in the hospital? Where are you?

Her: I'm okay. I'm in a lot of pain. Not feeling too hot. I'm here laying on the couch... I been here for a minute.


Me: *looks down at the couch*

That Ether. That shyt That Make Your Soul Burn Slow.



I'm not gonna get into the fallout. But I'm not gonna lie like that shyt didn't kill me.

Nah my nikka you need to keep going with this story

 

[ThatKidBlackHippy]

okay.

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I came home from work that night. Walked in and saw my girl laid out on the bed. Legs still open and shyt, room smelled like sex. p*ssy was still glistening. I figure, that's pretty normal. Girl was a freak. Prolly wearing out a dildo or something, as she was prone to doing.

That's when I noticed the 24oz budweiser can next to the bed.

Walked in the bathroom, toilet seat was up. I thought to myself " I don't believe this shyt. I'm too tired to deal right now. Take a shower, smoke this weed and deal with the shyt when I wake up."

Got ready to get cleaned up, realized dude had used my towels, My Soap, MY DEODORANT and MY TOOTHBRUSH.

I couldn't even....

I just turned back around, walked back to work (my car had been stolen like 2 months prior) and sat at the bar. Had to clear my head.

My boy was like "Why you back? whats wrong?"

Me: My girl just got through fukking some other nikka, nikka used all my personal hygiene shyt.

Him:



So I walked back home.

She must've realized I had been there and gone, cause she was on her knees in the floor crying and shyt.

I ignored her. Laid on the couch. Stared at the ceiling all night. Smoked til my nose bled.

Talked about it the next day. I must've had murderous intent floating around or something, cause she gave me full disclosure.

Told me that the only reason she fukked that dude (whom she didn't know and had only met once) was that he was a male stripper with a tongue ring and she wanted to know what it felt like.

Told me that she had slept with some 14 guys since we had been together... and three chicks.

Two of those people were a married couple that we knew. She had fukked this dude.... then fukked his wife while I was sitting in the living room listening to music on my fukking headphones. Chick had showed up all distraught about some argument that her and her husband had... I left them alone cause I thought they were doing the girl talk thing, my girl fukked her in the bedroom with the door closed and I was right there in the next room oblivious to the whole thing.

I had been going in my girl raw every day, twice a day. How I got away clean is beyond me. Dodged a hell of a bullet.

After that, I pretty much blanked her presence from my plane of existence. We still lived together (she moved to new york a month or so later), but I totally ignored her. No talking, no looking at her, no nothing. The only time we got into it was when she started breaking plates, then threw a bottle of vodka I had. I threw her.

Funny thing is, I hooked up with this girl on the internet, my ex went fukking nuts. Went into what looked like hysteria. Depression. Suicide attempts. How could I?!?

The human psyche's rationale of right and wrong never ceases to amaze me.

wow

 

[MikelArteta]

okay.

-----------

I came home from work that night. Walked in and saw my girl laid out on the bed. Legs still open and shyt, room smelled like sex. p*ssy was still glistening. I figure, that's pretty normal. Girl was a freak. Prolly wearing out a dildo or something, as she was prone to doing.

That's when I noticed the 24oz budweiser can next to the bed.

Walked in the bathroom, toilet seat was up. I thought to myself " I don't believe this shyt. I'm too tired to deal right now. Take a shower, smoke this weed and deal with the shyt when I wake up."

Got ready to get cleaned up, realized dude had used my towels, My Soap, MY DEODORANT and MY TOOTHBRUSH.

I couldn't even....

I just turned back around, walked back to work (my car had been stolen like 2 months prior) and sat at the bar. Had to clear my head.

My boy was like "Why you back? whats wrong?"

Me: My girl just got through fukking some other nikka, nikka used all my personal hygiene shyt.

Him:



So I walked back home.

She must've realized I had been there and gone, cause she was on her knees in the floor crying and shyt.

I ignored her. Laid on the couch. Stared at the ceiling all night. Smoked til my nose bled.

Talked about it the next day. I must've had murderous intent floating around or something, cause she gave me full disclosure.

Told me that the only reason she fukked that dude (whom she didn't know and had only met once) was that he was a male stripper with a tongue ring and she wanted to know what it felt like.

Told me that she had slept with some 14 guys since we had been together... and three chicks.

Two of those people were a married couple that we knew. She had fukked this dude.... then fukked his wife while I was sitting in the living room listening to music on my fukking headphones. Chick had showed up all distraught about some argument that her and her husband had... I left them alone cause I thought they were doing the girl talk thing, my girl fukked her in the bedroom with the door closed and I was right there in the next room oblivious to the whole thing.

I had been going in my girl raw every day, twice a day. How I got away clean is beyond me. Dodged a hell of a bullet.

After that, I pretty much blanked her presence from my plane of existence. We still lived together (she moved to new york a month or so later), but I totally ignored her. No talking, no looking at her, no nothing. The only time we got into it was when she started breaking plates, then threw a bottle of vodka I had. I threw her.

Funny thing is, I hooked up with this girl on the internet, my ex went fukking nuts. Went into what looked like hysteria. Depression. Suicide attempts. How could I?!?

The human psyche's rationale of right and wrong never ceases to amaze me.

breh this is some ish that would push me toward

 

[Sad Bunny]

MOAR


its always amazing when there life turns to poopoo after, while yours turns to

one of the girls that cheated on me got knocked up by a grocery clerk, she has twins and is living in her mothers basement, could have been me

that post-relationship ether

But my thick rican ex is happily with the guy she cheated on me with and they have a baby.....they have struggle careers though

I've learned that it's pointless to confront a cheating woman with any type of evidence because their egotistical nature will not allow them to admit to any type of guilt. All that will happen is she will spin it into you being insecure or some other bullshyt and it will most likely just make you want to get your Ike Turner on. The best cheating story that I've ever heard was about some dude that found out, packed his shyt while she was out of the house, and just up and left without saying a word. He didn't leave a note or any type of explanation - just left. The bytch figured out why he did what he did, spun out of control, and became an emotional wreck for years to come. The best part was that he still talked to mutual friends and they all knew the story so she would come slobbering to them and cry her little crocodile tears. She'd try to get his number and pass on messages but he just never caved. I know it isn't right to take pleasure in other people's emotional pain but that story had me like

he is my inspiration if i ever get cheated on

 

[MikelArteta]

The sickle cell ex. So damn....

Seriously fukked my head up. Left me in what was pretty much a- This girl broke me mentally, brehs. Left me in a perpetual mix of and


Here I was, had accepted her kid from 6 months and raised her as my own. Taken them both off the street when her mom kicked her out (there was some sex abuse shyt going on with her dad that her mom knew about, kicked her our when she tried fighting back... but that's another story that you prolly seen me tell before)

Been there when she was sick, which was almost all the time... took care of them both. We lost a kid together. Saw her literally die a few times. Helped her through her issues. Accepted a lot of shyt.

Hell, man. We walked a mile to a store once out of boredom, she went into a mild crisis in the store, I carried her on my back to the apartment cause she couldn't walk.

I did my best to help her get back on her feet. Stay on her feet.

When I fell on hard times, she was like

I had to move 2 hours out.

One christmas, her family took her kid and went to Hawaii. Left her by herself. She was depressed as hell. And plus the weather was doing her in, sounded like.

So when she stopped answering her phone, I panicked. I thought she was dead on the floor. Had OD'ed. SOMETHING.

So I basically drop what Im doing at my job and race up there... calling every 10 minutes. When I saw her car still parked, I freaked right the fukk out.

Went in the apartment, it was empty.

But I saw all her video games had been gone through and some were missing.

Went in the bedroom, there was lingerie taken out the drawers and picked through, but not put up. Clothes laid out.....

I'm calling her cell number.

Finally get an answer, she sounds drugged up. Which was normal, really....

Me: hey you okay? I been calling and shyt, you wasn't picking up... had me worried as hell. Are you in the hospital? Where are you?

Her: I'm okay. I'm in a lot of pain. Not feeling too hot. I'm here laying on the couch... I been here for a minute.


Me: *looks down at the couch*

That Ether. That shyt That Make Your Soul Burn Slow.



I'm not gonna get into the fallout. But I'm not gonna lie like that shyt didn't kill me.

broken home check
molested/raped and no therapy check
single mom check

 

[MikelArteta]

that post-relationship ether

But my thick rican ex is happily with the guy she cheated on me with and they have a baby.....they have struggle careers though



he is my inspiration if i ever get cheated on

just cuz on the outside they loko happy doesnt mean they are

the great thing about reaping what oyu sow/karma is that it may not touch you now, it may be ten-15 years from now it may be on your kids

 

[MikelArteta]

last relationship, I just saw the signs and cut that shyt short. But it did have me up there in the "Dealing With Women" thread all distraught and shyt....

It's like bookmarks in my adult life.

I'm not gonna be like women aint shyt or hard on hoes or whatever.... cause it's some good women out there. There's chicks that's been danced on just like me.

But I'm just staying clear of any form of "relationship". Don't wanna play the game no more, so I'm taking my piece off the board.

welcome to the club

 

[ChrisDorner]

she said she' strictly friends cause there's no way a guy as attractive as him would want to fukk someone average like her.

& you ain't slap her? That's an obvious sneak diss towards you

 

[The Frozen One]

& you ain't slap her? That's an obvious sneak diss towards you

Breh this girl is damaged goods so it was my fault getting involved with her so I should slap myself first.