How did y'all find out your boo cheated

[Nomad1]

I was cheated on after a 2 year relationship. We were both traveling and in different parts of the world. Two weeks into our trips I could tell something was off and confirmed my suspicions via some shytty wifi on a farm in Somalia. He was cyber fukking others. The relationship is over although we are still friends.

 

[Meadow]

The struggle was real, friend.

 

[Nomad1]

The struggle was real, friend.

 

[Hacksaw Jim Thuggin]

see with mowomen who cheat they want their cake and they want to eat it too and rarely do the right thing by their long term partner. Why ? Because what they have with the new nikka they are fn is sexual attraction - that's it - nothing more. Women want to be with the new guy - but they aren't willing to give up the security of their long term relationship until they know if there is something more there. So they dabble in both and blame their horrible long term partner for all the reasons he made them do it. Either cheating - or telling their partner they need a separation to figure out "how they feel" or "what they want". This is bullcrap and just a way to put their partner on standby while they go and have a fling with the new guy to see if it works.

women justify their actions for the needs their partner didn't meet - but which they never even raised as serious issues in the relationship at any time.

And they lie and kid themselves and call it chemistry, call it electricity, call it "a connection" - all those ridiculous words women use. They say they never felt this way about a man before. But that is straight horse dung. Plain and simple they just wanted to bang that guy. That's what this is. Sexual attraction. Its not that rare and its not hard to find. More times than not they know as much about him as the postman. But they want to bang him so suddenly its a connection and "The feelings I have for this new man go beyond the physical"

They create issues and problems with you - claim itsabout the needs you have not been meeting. Invent reasons to make you think her cheating s your fault fault. But if it was really about issues in the current relationship they would already have left you or at the very least raised issues in a more serious way. But they didn't because those issues only became a "real" issue when they wanted to open their legs for the new guy and they needed a way to justify that.

get married brehs

breh...i hope one day you can move on from the hurt

 

[MikelArteta]

breh...i hope one day you can move on from the hurt

i have no hurt, just wisdom

i'll never be that scmhuck married man finding out after ten years his wife cheated as hes left their gutted.

 

[aXiom]

This fukkin thread l...

said this in '94, that was 20 years go

 

[Hacksaw Jim Thuggin]

i have no hurt, just wisdom

i'll never be that scmhuck married man finding out after ten years his wife cheated as hes left their gutted.

you dont have to be married to get cheated on breh...

if youve been with a woman for 10 yrs...married or not...youre gonna feel some kind of way about her cheating...

youre a good dude....and i believe you mean well...but you dwell in negativity way too much...

 

[A.V.]

Iight, y'all wanna hear a story, brehs?

 

[MikelArteta]

you dont have to be married to get cheated on breh...

if youve been with a woman for 10 yrs...married or not...youre gonna feel some kind of way about her cheating...

youre a good dude....and i believe you mean well...but you dwell in negativity way too much...

i dwell on the truths
60% of married women will cheat on their husbands at one point in their marriage

 

[MikelArteta]

Iight, y'all wanna hear a story, brehs?

we do
no one tells a story like av

 

[A.V.]

we do
no one tells a story like av

Long story, pics, vids, links incoming...I been sittin on this one, but I need to let it go

 

[MikelArteta]

 

[A.V.]

Dated a chick in 06 for almost the whole year. We was both 18, her b-day was a few days after mine in July, so us being the same sign (and somewhat into that shyt), we "understood" eachothers personality types. Made for an interesting courting phase, but terrible arguments. Anyways, shyt turned out to be one of them roller coaster, 0-100 type shyts One minute you just talking on the phone, getting to know eachother, next minute, you think you gonna spend life together, around eachother all the time, etc etc




Dominican broad named Laura. Short as fkcuk, like 5'0, 125lbs, big ass, nice top, very pretty face...Adopted by white parents who had her since she was like 3 months, (kicker: her moms was a prostitute in the DR) which shoulda been the first giveaway...I was heavy in the streets, and the type to just fukk broads n keep it movin, really ain't have many relationships up to this point, so I wasn't yet REALLY on my #HOH steez just yet, but this bytch did it for the kid. I took a few L's dealing wit her (even though I wasn't no pushover type nikka), but this bytch def. took more LIFETIME L's afterwards. (More on that later.) Anyways, I won't say she was a dime, but she was pretty damn close. Intelligent, (like highly) quirky, and SEEMED like an all-around good girl. She was into everything "positive" at school and in her town (which was a few towns over from me) and was one of them Valedictorian,spoke English, Spanish, Italian, French...good grades, good rep type bytches. So even though there was red flags throughout, my inexperienced ass tried to rationalize them shyts with her positives (as most males pre-HOH do), and I ended up catching a life-changing L. Could've been worse though.




Anyways, this broad was a head case. Her parents was rich as fukk, and she had that whole white-girl steez about her. Was green as fukk to street shyt, and I was the hoodest nikka she'd ever been wit. Complete opposites, but she was impressed by how intelligent I was on top of my "grittier" qualities. Her pops was an Italian 70-something year old multimillionaire who used to fly the Marine One during the Regan era, and her moms was a teacher, like 40. They had a white daughter who was younger, and really theirs...they treated shorty like a princess, and made my girl do the load of the housework, talked down to her, etc...basically shorty was the house slave and at the time, I felt bad for the broad (yeah, she ran THAT game on me) and was on my White Knight shyt, but that was just the set-up.



Over the course of months, I found out the bytch (she told me) was clinically bipolar. Like, on medicine for the shyt. And while that wasn't a deal-breaker, I did consider the shyt, and regularly kind of "nudge" her towards being single. I ain't gonna front, I cared about the bytch. So I wanted to dead her, but once I saw how fukked up she was mentally, my dumb ass thought I could be the nikka to "fix" her And if not do that, I thought if I slid away gradually, instead of just dropping her, she wouldn't pull any dumb shyt like hurt herself or some stupid shyt. Anyways, bytch was rich as fukk, and while I was out pumpin, doing music, and fukking around in the streets, shorty was doing the college prep thing, working, the whole 9. I'd fukk up packages off GP, and re up twice over just borrowing money from her....flip it, hit her off, then do it again. She was so green, I had her holding hot hammers, work, all kind of shyt, a couple towns over, while I was riding around my city gettin it in with a minimal amount of shyt in my possession until I needed it. Had her around hood nikkas...Street nikkas who was laying shyt down...all that. I'd put work in, shorty'd show up back at the meet-up spot and pick me up, and we'd pound my nikkas up and ride off into the sunset like Took her to NY to the jects for the first time in her life, and she was shook but she was OPEN. shyt got so ill that when I caught my first case (which I eventually did 6 months for), she had the DT's interrogating her, and she held her water....THAT shyt made me disregard a LOT of fukkery, brehs.


So anyways, like 4 months into the relationship I cussed her out for some shyt and was on the verge of just deading her anyways. I won't front, I had bytches on the side, no excuses or justification. shyt just got too real, and the relationship drama I couldn't deal with on top of it, and her crazy ass antics. She was clingy, moody, annoying, talkative, and most of all, the fact that she'd up and drive an hour and a half just for me to fukk her in her car a few times left me with the and at the same time. It never really crossed my mind that shorty would cheat, I guess because them drives, that shyt with the detectives, and her infatuation with everything a nikka was about had me on some "yeah I got this bytch" shyt. But back to the deading her shyt....So I go and dead her...And two days later, she shows up at my door unannounced, calls me (without me knowing she's outside) and is like "baby....take me back please....I got a surprise for you..." tells me to come to the door, and this bytch is there. Lifts up her sleeve and has my gov't name tatted on her left shoulder/upper arm.....with a blue flag underneath it


I looked at the bytch like



She was like


Anyways...time goes by. End up gettin back wit her. Sex game was brehs. Plus the rich-nikka perks I was getting (going on the run from the cops in different citites while staying in the multiple penthouse suites her family owned and rented out, throughout the country...dat dope budget...arm candy, makin nikkas jealous...havin nikkas spit at her when I wasn't around, and me later finding out they ain't get no play...I thought I was that nikka).


Then it happened. bytch went to the crazy house. She called me from the loony bin one day, I'm in the studio recording that "One Blood" diss that got a million hits on YouTube, and in the middle of the track, I stop to pick up my phone from some unknown number, and she's like "hello?" and I'm like "wassup..." she goes....."I'm in the crazy house." I dropped EVERYTHING. Half like and half like I was like why...wtf. Apparently, her old ass racist cac granddaddy-pops caught her in a tank top, seen her tattoo and started going off on her, cursing her out in Italian. She'd been around me so long, she finally started standing up to her peoples, she pulled a knife on this old nikka, yoked him up with the knife to his neck and threatened to kill his ass if he kept picking on her Me and my nikkas was DYINGGGGGGGG in the studio, but I was trying to keep it together on the phone like it was some regular shyt like "iight babe....you'll make it out of this....I got you." Meanwhile she telling me they got her eating applesauce, playing with crayons and shyt


That episode passes, somehow my dumbass stays wit her though it...And the heat is on me and my team. nikkas start catching cases, going in, coming home on bond, with open cases...Still putting in work. I had to skip town to avoid getting locked, she drove me through like 3 different states. Dropped me off at bytches cribs she ain't even know. Then when it was time to switch spots, she finally hit me like "babe....my parents own penthouses all around the country. D.C., MD, Jersey, Georgia...I can just steal the keys...where you wanna go? You can stay as long as you want..."


I'm like Fam, I was in love with this crazy bytch.


(to be continued...)

 

[Born2BKing]

Dated a chick in 06 for almost the whole year. We was both 18, her b-day was a few days after mine in July, so us being the same sign (and somewhat into that shyt), we "understood" eachothers personality types. Made for an interesting courting phase, but terrible arguments. Anyways, shyt turned out to be one of them roller coaster, 0-100 type shyts One minute you just talking on the phone, getting to know eachother, next minute, you think you gonna spend life together, around eachother all the time, etc etc




Dominican broad named Laura. Short as fkcuk, like 5'0, 125lbs, big ass, nice top, very pretty face...Adopted by white parents who had her since she was like 3 months, (kicker: her moms was a prostitute in the DR) which shoulda been the first giveaway...I was heavy in the streets, and the type to just fukk broads n keep it movin, really ain't have many relationships up to this point, so I wasn't yet REALLY on my #HOH steez just yet, but this bytch did it for the kid. I took a few L's dealing wit her (even though I wasn't no pushover type nikka), but this bytch def. took more LIFETIME L's afterwards. (More on that later.) Anyways, I won't say she was a dime, but she was pretty damn close. Intelligent, (like highly) quirky, and SEEMED like an all-around good girl. She was into everything "positive" at school and in her town (which was a few towns over from me) and was one of them Valedictorian,spoke English, Spanish, Italian, French...good grades, good rep type bytches. So even though there was red flags throughout, my inexperienced ass tried to rationalize them shyts with her positives (as most males pre-HOH do), and I ended up catching a life-changing L. Could've been worse though.




Anyways, this broad was a head case. Her parents was rich as fukk, and she had that whole white-girl steez about her. Was green as fukk to street shyt, and I was the hoodest nikka she'd ever been wit. Complete opposites, but she was impressed by how intelligent I was on top of my "grittier" qualities. Her pops was an Italian 70-something year old multimillionaire who used to fly the Marine One during the Regan era, and her moms was a teacher, like 40. They had a white daughter who was younger, and really theirs...they treated shorty like a princess, and made my girl do the load of the housework, talked down to her, etc...basically shorty was the house slave and at the time, I felt bad for the broad (yeah, she ran THAT game on me) and was on my White Knight shyt, but that was just the set-up.



Over the course of months, I found out the bytch (she told me) was clinically bipolar. Like, on medicine for the shyt. And while that wasn't a deal-breaker, I did consider the shyt, and regularly kind of "nudge" her towards being single. I ain't gonna front, I cared about the bytch. So I wanted to dead her, but once I saw how fukked up she was mentally, my dumb ass thought I could be the nikka to "fix" her And if not do that, I thought if I slid away gradually, instead of just dropping her, she wouldn't pull any dumb shyt like hurt herself or some stupid shyt. Anyways, bytch was rich as fukk, and while I was out pumpin, doing music, and fukking around in the streets, shorty was doing the college prep thing, working, the whole 9. I'd fukk up packages off GP, and re up twice over just borrowing money from her....flip it, hit her off, then do it again. She was so green, I had her holding hot hammers, work, all kind of shyt, a couple towns over, while I was riding around my city gettin it in with a minimal amount of shyt in my possession until I needed it. Had her around hood nikkas...Street nikkas who was laying shyt down...all that. I'd put work in, shorty'd show up back at the meet-up spot and pick me up, and pound my nikkas up and ride off into the sunset like Took her to NY to the jects for the first time in her life, and she was shook but she was OPEN. shyt got so ill that when I caught my first case (which I eventually did 6 months for), she had the DT's interrogating her, and she held her water....THAT shyt made me disregard a LOT of fukkery, brehs.


So anyways, like 4 months into the relationship I cussed her out for some shyt and was on the verge of just deading her anyways. I won't front, I had bytches on the side, no excuses or justification. shyt just got too real, and the relationship drama I couldn't deal with on top of it, and her crazy ass antics. She was clingy, moody, annoying, talkative, and most of all, the fact that she'd up and drive an hour and a half just for me to fukk her in her car a few times left me with the and at the same time. It never really crossed my mind that shorty would cheat, I guess because them drives, that shyt with the detectives, and her infatuation with everything a nikka was about had me on some "yeah I got this bytch" shyt. But back to the deading her shyt....So I go and dead her...And two days later, she shows up at my door unannounced, calls me (without me knowing she's outside) and is like "baby....take me back please....I got a surprise for you..." tells me to come to the door, and this bytch is there. Lifts up her sleeve and has my gov't name tatted on her left shoulder/upper arm.....with a blue flag underneath it


I looked at the bytch like



She was like


Anyways...time goes by. End up gettin back wit her. Sex game was brehs. Plus the rich-nikka perks I was getting (going on the run from the cops in different citites while staying in the multiple penthouse suites her family owned and rented out, throughout the country...dat dope budget...arm candy, makin nikkas jealous...havin nikkas spit at her when I wasn't around, and me later finding out they ain't get no play...I thought I was that nikka).


Then it happened. bytch went to the crazy house. She called me from the loony bin one day, I'm in the studio recording that "One Blood" diss that got a million hits on YouTube, and in the middle of the track, I stop to pick up my phone from some unknown number, and she's like "hello?" and I'm like "wassup..." she goes....."I'm in the crazy house." I dropped EVERYTHING. Half like and half like I was like why...wtf. Apparently, her old ass racist cac granddaddy-pops caught her in a tank top, seen her tattoo and started going off on her, cursing her out in Italian. She'd been around me so long, she finally started standing up to her peoples, she pulled a knife on this old nikka, yoked him up with the knife to his neck and threatened to kill his ass if he kept picking on her Me and my nikkas was DYINGGGGGGGG in the studio, but I was trying to keep it together on the phone like it was some regular shyt like "iight babe....you'll make it out of this....I got you." Meanwhile she telling me they got her eating applesauce, playing with crayons and shyt


That episode passes, somehow my dumbass stays wit her though it...And the heat is on me and my team. nikkas start catching cases, going in, coming home on bond, with open cases...Still putting in work. I had to skip town to avoid getting locked, she drove me through like 3 different states. Dropped me off at bytches cribs she ain't even know. Then when it was time to switch spots, she finally hit me like "babe....my parents own penthouses all around the country. D.C., MD, Jersey, Georgia...I can just steal the keys...where you wanna go? You can stay as long as you want..."


I'm like Fam, I was in love with this crazy bytch.


(to be continued...)

come on brah

 

[Malcolmxxx_23]

@AVthaPHARAOH pls finish the story breh