This is the same thing, nearly verbatim, that my mom said to me when I told her that cheating was the one absolute, no-questions-asked dealbreaker and that you never really loved someone that you cheated on.
And I get it. But even if I didn't want to end the relationship, I'd have to dead it. One, I'd never truly forgive the transgression (especially when I'm the type to make it BLATANTLY clear from the jump that I'd rather be dumped over some fukk shyt than cheated on). It would always be on my mind.
Two, if I tried to stick it out, I'd look like

the whole time. Like a damn emasculated fool asking myself why I took back that disrespectful bytch on some:
"BrehWyatt, why you take her back? After she dogged you out?

"
"Because I love her

"
"Love a chick that let other nikkas fukk, breh.

"
Type shyt.
If a spouse can cheat on you with no repercussions, then they can get away with any kind of bullshyt. That's no way to live. Every time I look at the chick, I'd realize that she ain't love me like I thought she did. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let herself get taken like that. After all, I don't own her, and you know the saying: "It's not your p*ssy, it's just your turn." And it's really not even about the fact that she let a dude fukk. It's the blatant disregard of the loyalty she's supposed to have toward me.
My pride/ego wouldn't let me do it. It's the damn principle of the matter, breh. I can't.