I got cheated on in that relationship more than I could count on all 20 fingers and toes that I’ve got. But if you ask him, he wouldn’t call it cheating. Every time he’d have a jam to go to, or an event, or club, or whatever, he’d call me up like a day before and be like ‘I need a break! But you’re still mine!”, and you know, I was 15, so, I ate that shit up, wide-eyed and bushy tailed about the shit, while he was out being a rampant cake fucker.
Two years into the relationship, I was 17, I started getting more attention from other guys and my mind wasn’t so malleable. I started catching onto certain things, started not picking up my phone when I expected and knew what the other line was going to be telling me. And thus the tables turned. Or so I thought. I guess he stopped being an infidel regularly.. because for a good 9 months everything was cris, and then he went to Florida and fucked some random girl there. When he told me this later he told me he didn’t even know her last name. Anyway, when I found out I cut him off for good, because it got to the point where I felt like I was just prolonging the inevitable to spare my feelings that, at that point, were not even really existent, I was just clutching on to some shit that was like 4 years ago.
A few months after we broke up, he came to my house, unexpectedly at that, my whole family was there, and made a big ass scene about shit, begging and trying to coax me into being with him, and when I said no, he turned into the complete opposite, it was actually quite entertaining. He started to blame me because he got a girl pregnant after we broke up and he said he only did it because he was trying to push away his feelings for me and that I wasn’t being understanding.
That relationship taught me a lot about myself. It made me hate myself for being loyal, which isn’t supposed to happen, because loyalty shouldn’t be regarded as a bad trait, but when people take advantage of it, it is. It pissed me off too, because any other person would have cheated right back on him but, I don’t think two negatives make a positive. I don’t think that’s a very intelligent or healthy of thinking and honestly, I’m kind of glad I didn’t because I know girls who do that, and even if their boyfriend did it first, they’re still the one who gets perceived as a ho in the end.
Peace,
i