Whether it’s after six months or six years, catching a cheating partner hurts. In the digital age, it’s easier than ever to find out. Text messages, social media profiles, dating sites—it’s a veritable minefield that leads one to wonder what the philandering partner was thinking? Did they really think they could get away with it? Here, Redditors reveal how they caught their partners cheating, and how they reacted. It’s not pretty!
My ex-husband and his family loved pot, still do. His sister, kids, and nanny were visiting from out of state for a few weeks. When it was time to fly home they left their stash at my former mother-in-law’s house because they didn’t want to take it on the plane. My ex asked if I would pick it up because I was nearby. Stupidly, I agree.
I don’t partake and I was willing to carry it in my car for him. To my surprise, I found a note from the nanny to my ex saying she was in love with him and she was so happy for the time they had together. Obviously she thought he would get the stash instead of me. While it was incredibly painful at the time I am definitely living my best life 15 years later.
My stepmom did this to her friend that she caught sleeping with my Dad. Just wrapped her long hair around her fist a couple of times and dragged her down the stairs and out of the house naked. Teen me stayed out of stepmom’s way after that—but that was nothing compared to what she did to the babysitter. The babysitter didn’t know stepmom knew and they went shopping one day. My stepmom pushed her in front of a slow-moving car and broke her leg.
Dad got a little angry about that because the babysitter also danced and lived with us so her income went down. Both the babysitter and the stepmom were dancers. Being a teen in that house was crazy.
I was in the Navy and was out on deployment for six months after just recently getting engaged (it's one of those stupid things that young Navy guys do). One day I got a letter from my fiance's best friend telling me that she caught my fiance and her boyfriend together (this was years before email and smartphones were common). We write back and forth several times and eventually it comes out how she caught them, how my fiance begged her not to tell me, and that the fiance didn't know that we were corresponding.
I eventually got back to the States and planned to play it off as though I didn't know, but too many of my friends intercepted me with the news that it wasn't just the one guy, but several, and let me know that she knew that I was aware. Eventually, we met, and the confrontation was minimal and tame. We broke off the engagement without a lot of drama. She kept the ring.
The best friend and I ended up hooking up, at first as sort of a revenge thing, but it turned serious. We celebrate our 31st wedding anniversary this year.
We were together for five years, living together for around four. I came home from work early. When I got out of my car I saw her peek through the blinds to see who was outside. I walked in the door to her coworker on the couch, obviously uncomfortable and clothes messy and her locked in the bathroom. I wanted to pummel him then and there, but he was a trained mixed martial arts fighter, and I would have left the house that night with more than a broken heart.
I went to a friend’s house for a while. They started dating the next day. It took a while for me to get trust back in relationships.
I came home from work one day and found my wife cheating on me with my dad. It blew up all over Facebook and became a local drama fest where people tried to organize a shunning of my dad and my wife. I know people cheat, but with your partner's father? Come on...
My ex was a big drinker and I wasn’t. She would frequent this bar close to our place pretty often with friends. I rarely went because I just wasn’t a fan of bars or her drinking friends. One night she went out with a couple that I didn’t mind that much. I was bored at home so I decided to head over for a little bit. As I walk in I see my ex sitting at the bar with the couple. The bar was packed and as soon as I made eye contact with my ex she had this strange look on her face. She turns to this guy sitting next to her, and he immediately gets up and leaves.
I felt something strange right away, but I brushed it off as me being irrational. I stayed for like an hour and headed home. I couldn’t shake the feeling I had, though, so I checked one of her friend’s Facebook pages to see if there was any connection that existed between my ex and this random dude. Sure enough, he was friends with one of my ex’s friends.
I knew his name now and knew that I wasn’t as crazy as I thought. I sat on the information though. The next weekend she went out drinking again and still had not returned home at 4 a.m. I tried contacting her multiple times and I got no response. I woke up to her coming home at 7 a.m. and jumping in the shower immediately. I decided to check her phone while she was in the shower, and she kept all of the messages with this same guy. Some pretty telling information in the text thread.
While she was still showering I grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and headed to my best friend's house. Twenty minutes later I get a phone call with her going crazy about me leaving and not saying anything. I laughed, told her that if she wasn’t moved out by Monday the authorities would be there to force her out. She wasn’t on the lease and her parents lived 10 minutes away from me. That was that.
Didn't end up with an STD luckily, but my ex had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and he started going through this phase where he was obsessed that he was going to die of HIV. I was confused as to where this idea was coming from and so I was trying to help him get out of this obsessive loop and stop his tic as a result of it.
Turns out he'd been sleeping with working girls for a year.
We were engaged, and it was about four months to the wedding. It was her birthday, and a Friday. We had both wanted to see Blue Man Group for a while, so I had ordered tickets for us. Being a Friday, I took off half a day to surprise her. When I arrived home, there was an unknown car in the drive, and the garage was open, which was extremely unusual. It also happened to bypass the security camera we had facing the front door.
I go in through the garage to hear the unmistakable sounds of love-making in our bedroom. I ended our relationship then and there, which her family claimed "broke" her. The last time I looked her up a couple of years ago, she had had two kids with two different guys, and had spent time in prison (it was a small town, so no surprises there).
Her family still made me out to be the bad guy in the relationship when I ended it because I didn't forgive her. Worst of all, I never did get to see Blue Man Group in person.
It wasn’t a big dam-breaking moment. It was a lot of little things. Like how she’d cancel plans at the last second, or the random phone calls from unknown numbers she’d get, or how her phone was mysteriously off one night when I needed to get a hold of her. I had my suspicions—but then one terrible day, it finally clicked into place. I did some Instagram snooping and found a guy who followed her who posted a selfie wearing a very unique jacket that belonged to her.
I confronted her the next day. She denied it. Tears. Begging. All of that. I dumped her and walked away. The next day I messaged that guy on Instagram and he confirmed everything. Had no idea I existed. He dumped her, too. Last I heard she’s an EMT in Utah/Wyoming. Hope she figured out how not to be a garbage person.
Four years ago I was dating a girl who became distant and disinterested in a lot of things we both enjoyed together. Despite attempts to talk about it, she only grew more distant then became less available to hang out and suddenly was working late a lot. I started getting suspicious when she was on her phone nonstop. Again, I tried to talk about it but she wouldn't engage. She also just didn't want to break up with me for whatever reason.
I was actually going to end it on my own, but one weekend when she was seemingly unavailable, some mutual friends told me they spotted her with a dude from her work and they were all over each other. Coincidentally, she had also lent me her iPad and it was synced to her phone, so I saw lots of texts between those two over that weekend. They were talking about running away together.
He was married and was also her supervisor. Mutual friends were also composed of her coworkers and reported them to HR. They were both forced to do training on not sleeping with coworkers and denied promotions. His wife left him, and my girlfriend moved overseas. Sucked at the time. I was devastated, but karma got them good.
I owned a house with my fiancé. I woke up in the middle of the night and he wasn’t in bed. I went searching. His truck and another vehicle were in the driveway. I went upstairs and found the guest bedroom was locked. After barging my way in I found him with another woman in bed. That bed happened to be my childhood bed.
He forced me out of the room. He literally grabbed me by the neck and pushed me out and closed the door. I ended up leaving and staying with his parents until dawn. I moved out that weekend and let the house foreclose. Nine years later it’s finally off my credit report, I’m happily married to an amazing man and we own a beautiful home together.
We were on the rocks after four years together. Mostly because he was lazy and couldn't hold down a job. We finally got sick of each other, broke it off, and he was FINALLY gonna move out. I relied heavily on our (previously) mutual friend, who “took my side” in the break-up. She took me out for drinks, we were working out together, and basically doing the post-breakup girl stuff.
He finally had the guts to tell me to stop hanging out with her because they had slept together multiple times over a few months while we were still dating. Not great to have my trust betrayed by two people. But, I was honestly more upset at her being two-faced, because I had already decided that he was garbage and wouldn’t waste any more tears on him.
June 1, 2018. Normal day. A Friday. My husband had kissed me goodbye and gone to work. I was cleaning the house for friends who were coming to stay the weekend. The doorbell rang. There was a man at my door who introduced himself as the husband of a woman who my husband worked with. He was there to tell me that my husband and his wife were having an affair.
He had busted them about six months prior and had told his wife that she had to end the affair. He thinks that she did end it, but only for about three months, and then they started up again. When he found out they were at it again, he called my husband and told him to leave his wife alone or else he would come and tell me everything that was happening. Apparently, my husband thought that he was bluffing. He had no idea what was coming.
I was literally the last to know. My husband never came home again. He got a rental unit and a lawyer. The divorce was December 21, 2018. We had been together for 24 years. Still hurts.
I was eight months pregnant with our second child and he wanted to go visit his brother for the weekend. I asked my doctor if it was safe for me to travel and she said it would be fine. I told my husband I could go but he said he was really hoping to just have some time with his brother. I understood because a new baby really makes it hard to spend quality time, but I asked if he could take our older son (three years old at the time) so he could see his grandma and cousins.
He said they were planning on drinking and whatnot and wasn’t sure it would be a good idea (they’re country boys so think shooting, drinking). I agreed and he left for the weekend. After he left I got a call from his best friend telling me that he’ll be in town for the weekend and he wanted to meet up, not weird he called me because my husband was terrible at answering his phone.
I told him unfortunately my husband was visiting back home, bad timing. His best friend then said okay, I’m going to call you back, and hung up very abruptly. Turns out my husband and his wife had been caught by him a few months previously and he gave them a chance to make it right. I don’t know why. He didn’t tell me but threatened to if they didn’t stop.
Well, they didn’t stop and he told me. I think the worst part was that my husband’s family knew and never once thought to tell me. These people were my family for five years and nothing. It’s been almost 10 years now and I’m so much happier but it was definitely an eye-opening experience.
I was in a very unhealthy relationship. He was emotionally belittling and I was in a terrible place with my mental health. I found out he was cheating on me at the ultrasound to determine the gender of our child. He was late for the appointment and I was noodling on Facebook waiting to be called. He was tagged in some photos in my news feed from a gig he’d been at on the previous weekend.
In all his photos there was a random lass and they were all over each other. Also, they were making out in the background of one photo. He turned up after I was called in. While the technician was printing the images I told him I knew. He went off and on about how I was making it up, he’d never do that, obviously, I was lying to compensate for cheating on him and so on.
When I pointed out there were photos he stormed out and left me there. My Dad had turned up during the appointment and took me home. I considered us broken up at that point and stopped all contact except texts related to the pregnancy. Mostly I was relieved. I had concrete evidence that it wasn’t in my head and I finally managed to escape that relationship.
Ex-wife actually asked me for her blessing to commit adultery with another married man. She was shocked when I said I don't support it. She went ballistic (she had severe mental health issues), went and did it anyway, and ended up in a psych ward. Two marriages ended and now the two cheaters are engaged. I was a little devastated at first, but it was a blessing in disguise.
Out of the blue while at work I get a weird email. When I open the email it lists off a name and says my husband was married to her. I checked on Facebook and what do I see? Tons of pictures of a woman with my husband. The woman and her kids with my husband. The woman and her family with my husband. I was stunned, to say the least.
It was October 6th 2017, seven months after I almost lost my life from an ectopic pregnancy. Yep, we were trying at that point to have kids. That's when I just...snapped. After work, I went home and started throwing all of his stuff in the dumpster. He was out of town at the time so I had plenty of time to do it. I spent all of Saturday and Sunday throwing everything he owned in the dumpster.
A month later I moved to a new apartment and waited until then to tell him I was divorcing him.
It was classic love at first sight. We said “I love you” after two weeks. We moved in together after two months. Engaged after six months. We had been together for more than four years. I left my rent control bachelor pad and picked a bigger apartment so she could have her art studio. We did everything together and split all bills 50/50.
She goes to Comic-Con in NYC (she is an exhibitor) and I help her pack. I dropped her at the airport. Everything was fine. No signs of anything. She should be back in four days. She never came home. She simply disappeared. Ghosted. The day she should be home I freak out that she may be dead just to find myself blocked on everything: email, phone, social media, the works.
Everything I know is due to the unpaid bills she left behind, the credit card we shared (she stopped paying two months before), and her cell phone bill. On her bill, I found one particular NYC area code over and over on the call history and put it together. She met him on San Diego ComiCon a few months before and methodically and systematically put together a plan to abandon me, take as much as she could to NYC and never look back.
Plot twist: she maxed out our credit card and Amazon card furnishing their new home in NYC. By the time grief turned into practicality it was too late for me to cancel everything. I literally had to log in and see all purchases of housewares, made with my money for a house I will never live in. I could not live at our house or afford our lifestyle on one income alone.
It was a good six months of self-destructive behavior and overall self-loathing. It wasn’t even the love part that hurt me the most but the flat out betrayal and economic damage, as it took me over a year of living paycheck to paycheck to get all balances to zero.
My boyfriend asked me to look for something on his computer. I saw a message pop up in the corner from a woman saying how she missed my boyfriend. I was curious about what she was talking about, then she sent a picture. Weird. Well, I clicked on it—and I've regretted it ever since. I was shocked to find out that through Facebook he's been talking to more than 100 women.
All of these women were either sending him pictures of their bodies or thanking him for money. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. We've been together for 15 years. We have a child. I'm on disability because I have cancer, and he doesn't work. He's sent over $500 in exchange for pictures of women. That's over half my monthly paycheck.
My wife was acting unusual for a few weeks. She would want to spend time by herself on the weekends and when she came home at night from work she would often sit in the driveway for 20 minutes on the phone. I'm not dumb. I bought a voice-activated digital recorder and stuck it in her car. I knew what I needed to know in less than 24 hours.
I noticed on Facebook that my husband "liked" a photo of a girl that seemed to be someone he had recently added as a friend. So I checked her profile and she was one of those girls who think “they won” because men cheat on their partners to be with them. She had everything public, photos with him, and bragging about the texts they exchanged.
So I engineered a way to befriend her roommate. I would then find out she was bringing other dudes home besides my boyfriend and when I confronted him I also let him know about who else she was sleeping with and for him to get an STD test.
Funnily enough the girl he was cheating on me with actually told me. She messaged me at three in the morning asking if I was still with my ex and I said yes he’s asleep next to me. She told me what happened, sent me screenshots of them together and I grabbed his phone. I believed her but I just wanted to see it all for myself. I left the room and looked through it all. He didn’t even try to hide it.
I went back into the bedroom, threw something at him to wake him up, and confronted him. He played dumb. He said he didn’t know who I was talking about. Then I pulled his phone out of my pocket. The look on his face was priceless. He knew it was over. I screamed at him, called him every name under the sun and then he left the house.
This was a year ago and then a few months after that, I’m being told that he misses me. Pathetic. To make it all worse, I uprooted my life completely across the country to be with this guy and this is how it ended.
I couldn't find my wife after she got off work one afternoon. I tried to call her cell phone with no answer. She didn't show up to the house until 9:30 p.m. She weaved a tale about getting stuck in traffic. I did some sleuthing and used a driving app that tracks your movements. I found out she had been leaving work early, going to the nearby rest area off of the expressway, and sleeping with a 20-something trucker she met at her previous job.
I decided to interrupt the festivities one afternoon. I showed up to the rest area, parked in front of his rig, and jumped right up to the door. The cabin shade was drawn. I withdrew the shades and saw my loving ex-wife going to town on this guy with a pipe in her hand. He had the gall to tell me to give them privacy.
Seeing my wife with some dude in a semi on the side of the road was horrific. I didn't handle it very well. I called the authorities, they were both taken in for possession, and I promptly filed for divorce. The icing on the cake is that a few months after I left, she cheated on her new trucker friend and is well on her way to her seventh "friend." Godspeed, you wet, musty nightmare.
I was suspicious of my husband cheating, as he went to "play soccer with friends" way too often. He always came home already showered as he would sweat playing. One day I sewed his soccer socks together, and when he came back all showered I saw the socks were still sewed together, so I knew he wasn't playing soccer at all.
We got married when I was 17 years old and he was 21. We were so young! He was shipping off to sea with the Navy, and I was escaping a bad home life. When he came back after his deployment, he wasn't the same person anymore. After about six months, he gained weight on purpose to fail his physicals so he'd get kicked out of the Navy.
Fast forward a year, I'm working full time, and he is sitting at home, watching TV and drinking during the day, and telling me that he "was applying to jobs." I was applying to universities when my laptop stopped working. I asked to use his laptop to finish an application, and while I was typing away a message popped up through his Facebook account. When I saw what it contained, my blood ran cold.
It was a provocative picture of my husband’s ex, from her. I was shocked and opened it to find that they'd been dating for a long time. They started communicating again while he was at sea in the Navy. He would talk to her and never to me, saying that he never got the time to email. I confronted him, and he made a bunch of pitiful excuses.
I had my friends come to the house that day and kick him out while I went to work. He then stalked me for the next few years, and made posts about how I was a coward, he sent emails and called from blocked numbers to tell me that "a restraining order is just a piece of paper" or that “our vows before God made me his property.”
I ended up talking to our friends, spreading conflicting information about where I was going, and moved out of state. I deleted all my personal social media accounts and lived in fear for years, watching him continually make memes about how he loved his wife and would do anything for her. It took eight years for me to finally get the divorce from him.
My (now-ex) husband demanded constant access to all of my social media and cell phone messages and was constantly accusing me of cheating even though he had no reason to think I would do that. I had nothing to hide. I never even thought of cheating. I was watching our young kids 24/7 and didn't even have transportation since he totaled my car.
One day I handed over my phone for him to check for other men and then I asked to see his. He hesitated but then handed it over. There was a long text history with one of the teenage girls who works for him. He tells me he's in love with her and wants her to move in with us. I was in total shock. I dropped his phone, cracking it. He retaliated by breaking my laptop. He's a wonderful man and I miss him every day (sarcasm).
I went for my yearly check-up and tested positive for chlamydia. Turns out my ex was sleeping around.
My wife confessed to cheating on me to her mom. Then the mother-in-law called her other daughter and told her. My then sister-in-law then called me and told me. Are you following? She even let me listen in on a three-way call to her mom where she tried to convince her mom to tell me but she refused, which basically confirmed it.
I was at work and a man came through the doors and asked for me directly. I introduced myself and he said, “Hello, your husband has been having an affair with my wife.” I was floored! It was eight days to our three-year anniversary. The affair had been ongoing for six months and this man had a slew of evidence to prove it.
We had lunch together, where he explained everything to me. It was his wife of 12 years, and they had four children together. I confronted my husband that night and he didn’t even attempt to deny it. He wasn’t even sorry. I moved out with our two-year-old daughter that night and we were divorced three months later. It’s been nine years now and it still blows my mind.
I found a used condom on the bathroom floor. I just emailed him a 30-day end-of-tenancy notice (I own the house.)
I caught my ex texting a chick and telling her how he missed her. To add insult to injury, it was on my birthday. I was young at the time and reacted with crying and yelling. If it ever happened now I would just get up and leave. No point in trying to mend the relationship because it's near impossible to gain the trust that was lost.
I was in a long-term relationship for three years. I took him to the hospital because he had weird rashes on him. To make a long story short, he was diagnosed with syphilis. I was tested and I was relieved to find out I didn’t have it. I really have no idea how I dodged that bullet. I got treated, anyway. I was so stupid in my early 20s.
I had come home from a five-month stint with the Navy. My girlfriend at the time was a court stenographer. So when she wasn't at the pier I figured she had a case or was catching up on transcripts. So I got a ride from my friend to see an unfamiliar BMW in my driveway. I walk in to see her with some stranger on my couch.
Keep in mind this was my house, not hers. I didn't say a word to her. I just started grabbing her stuff and throwing it in the front yard.
I was seven months pregnant. One night, my husband's phone was going off in the middle of the night. My husband went to the bathroom, so I looked at his phone to see what was going on. I was mortified. It was a text from a girl talking about how excited she was to be a step-mom. Can you believe it? A step-mom, to MY child!
I found a picture on Facebook of him with a newborn baby, captioned by the other woman, “Handsome husband and cute baby, I’m so proud.” We’d been together for nine years and our kids were six and eight years old.
My ex and I used to share a computer. She was getting messages from her first boyfriend. I didn't bother reading them, because I figured he was just saying hi or wanted to know where she was in life now. A couple of months later, I'm on the computer, and she insisted that she log out while I'm there. Okay. Things feel weird here.
Another couple of days pass, and she wants to visit her parents. Okay cool. I keep the kids and she goes off on her trip. But little did I know what was really going on. I get a call from one of my buddies who works at a hotel in a town where my ex and I are both from saying my wife just checked in with another guy. So long story short, I divorced her.
He was sorting through his pictures and a naked lady caught my eye. So later that day I went on his phone (I would never usually do this) and found many pictures of naked girls on his phone. I also found pictures of me I didn't know he took. I called my best friend and cried. She told me to confront him so I did.
His response was that it's normal for men to keep these kinds of pictures on their phones and was smug about his response until I mentioned they were screenshots.
My fiancé Meg had one semester left of college that had to be taken as an internship abroad for her major. She chose to go to Belgium. I stayed back and the plan was that I would set up the house and when she returned that summer, she would move directly in and we would set a date for our wedding. So, while Meg was off in Europe, calling every couple of weeks to check in, (long distance was super expensive back then) sending me postcards and letters, I moved into a brownstone, bought furniture, and made a home for us.
About two weeks before Meg was supposed to return, I stopped into a nearby coffee house that I had noticed down the block, but had yet to visit. To my surprise, I found that my neighbor from growing up in a completely different city, Claire, was a waitress there. We hadn’t seen each other since high school, so we made a plan to meet up after her shift for a cup of coffee to catch up.
We met and Claire told me that she was engaged as well, to a man, Ben, who was completing his course of study by working on an internship in, you guessed it, Belgium. I couldn’t believe the coincidence, and told her about my fiancé, and that they had to know each other. Crazy, right? A couple days later, I stopped in for a cup of coffee and Claire looked extremely upset. She asked if I had time to wait, as she had a break coming up, and that she needed to talk to me.
We went outside and she told me that she had gotten a call from her aunt the day before. The aunt had just returned from Czechoslovakia, and that something very strange had happened. While they were touring Prague, Sue and her travel group had stayed in a local hotel and the next morning she had run into Claire’s fiancé, Ben, with a female companion by the name of…Meg. She said that he introduced her as a student from America, that they worked together, but it was very awkward and they both looked scared.
Claire said that she immediately called long distance to Belgium, and after several tries over the course of a day or so, got him on the phone. She asked him about the chance encounter and he said he had been kind of expecting her call, and ended up admitting that he had been seeing Meg pretty much the entire time they were in Europe, spending weekends and holidays traveling around with each other. I was floored. I couldn’t believe it.
I went home and started trying to call Meg at her dorm in Belgium, finally getting through to her late into the night (early morning for her). I point-blank asked her if she was dating Ben. I didn’t even explain how I knew about it. She hemmed and hawed for a moment, kind of acting like I was crazy for saying something so nonsensical, but when I said that I knew Claire, she dropped the facade and admitted to all of it.
So Ben and Meg had a very bittersweet homecoming. Meg got off much easier than Ben, as Claire had already left all of his belongings on the front lawn. I did pick Meg up from the airport. At the time I really just wanted to see her face when I told her that all of our friends knew what a terrible person she was, and that I never wanted to see her again.
To this day I revel in how many utterly astounding factors of complete random coincidence went into Meg and Ben being caught. The universe works in incredible and mysterious ways. P.S. Meg and Ben later married, but then divorced after he cheated on her.
My wife and I were in Rome a few years ago on vacation. She got a text while in the shower and I found out she was cheating. I grabbed my passport, phone, and wallet, took a cab to the airport, and flew home without leaving a message or saying a word to her. I went home, packed my bags, moved out, and filed for divorce. I ghosted her the second I discovered it. The last conversation we ever had was she telling me she was going to take a shower.
I was dating a girl during college. I took her on a vacation to the beach where I had planned on proposing to her, as we had been together for more than four years. While she was in the shower I checked her phone looking for something. I saw several pictures of her making out with someone from her college. This had apparently been happening for several months.
It was an awkward drive home for sure. I dropped her off at the airport the day after ending things.
My wife walked dogs for work. She said she was going on late night walks. She's kinda dumb though and had her incriminating pictures synced to the kids' iPad. My daughter asked me, "Daddy, who is this?" So the kids and I left to go see my mom, after my wife denied it up and down. I get a notification from our security system that there's movement in the apartment.
I open the app, and I see that the guy is there and she's taken down all the family pictures. I got to hear and watch them make out. I could only sit and breathe very heavily in anger. I called her, and she denied it, saying she's at work. I found out who the guy was through her Facebook likes. I messaged him all of our family pictures.
He just sent back a thumbs up and blocked me. I also found his business website (he was a life coach!). So I emailed him, and he wrote back a huge apology email saying she lied to him. I tried to forgive her for the kids—not knowing I was making a terrible mistake. So now it's a Saturday morning and I want to take the kids to the park. My wife says she has to work, but she still has her iPad synced to her phone.
When we get back, the kids want to FaceTime grandma. I opened the app, I saw that she called him when she was at work. So now she finally fesses up. There is a huge fight, and she blamed me. She says, “A wife with a good husband wouldn't cheat.” Then she hit me in front of the kids and threw my phone and keys off a fourth-floor balcony.
I moved out. Not a day goes by where she doesn't beg and plead for us to get back together. Now love is trauma for me, and I cannot let anyone love me without me assuming something sinister is behind it. I don't care about her at all, and it makes me want to throw up every time she tries to speak to me. It sucks because I have to deal with her for the rest of my life for the kids.
We had some visitors one night. It was getting late, so I went to bed, and left my husband and a mutual female friend downstairs drinking. I went down to say one last goodnight, and they were in the backyard. I opened the back door, and they fell on top of me, clothes in the process of being removed, her lipstick all over his face and neck. We’re in mid-divorce.
I knew he had been unfaithful in the past but I didn’t really love him so it was not that bad. However, I was bartending one night and this chick walked up and told me that I looked familiar. She then proceeds to yell, “Oh, my friend is sleeping with your husband!” So I walked into the keg cooler with a bottle. I downed some shots and went back to work.
For a few months, I held it in that I knew while I hired an attorney and figured out my next move. I had three kids to think of. So I moved with my kids back home to Texas and got divorced. Now, I’m engaged to my childhood best friend and we plan to marry in Yosemite next year. He’s the complete opposite of my ex. Kind, supportive, and loving.
He broke up with me after eight years together, seemingly out of nowhere (I look back and see the signs now). He told me I was the cause of his severe depression. I had no clue he was even suffering from mental health issues. Obviously I carried a huge amount of guilt knowing I was the reason someone didn't want to be alive and took the break up really rough.
Our cell phones were on the same bill and it would get sent in the mail. Three months after we broke up I had the thought to check through the calls list, and there was one number he was calling at all hours every day. I decided to look back through previous bills from when we were together and sure enough I found the same number and same volume of calls as far as six months prior to our break up.
I called the number and a woman answered. I confronted him and he fessed up. I had a very hard time processing the fact that someone I trusted for eight years would purposely make me feel like I was an awful human, when it was actually him all along.
He had the audacity to text another woman at my dad's birthday dinner at the table. He had her name saved as "Sam," which was a work friend of his. I made him come talk to me outside and he lied saying it was an old girlfriend from high school who was going through a divorce and needed comfort. I knew this was a lie because he had no girlfriends in high school. I started crying and he told me to STOP CRYING.
That was when I knew our marriage was over. How dare he be so callous to me when I just found out that he was cheating on me? I found out he had been texting random women and hiring SWs. We've been officially divorced for more than two months now and today would have been our fifth wedding anniversary. Today sucks.
Me and my wife were making love. I could tell it was different. I asked her if she was cheating on me. She said yes. We divorced soon after.
My ex-wife and I moved across the country for her job. I’m a teacher, so I can get work just about anywhere. She decides to get her degree to become a Certified Public Accountant, and apparently there's like eight separate tests. She had a study group Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday nights. Except every Sunday wasn’t a study night at all!
Sundays, I would soon find out, were when she and her boss would frolic at his house while his wife went to her parents'. Some study night. I only found out because she made a typo on her keyboard and accidentally sent me an email with her details of joy of how he pounded her in the hammock the night before. That came as a shock.
We lived together for five years. I went out of town for New Year’s with her. When we got back she wanted to stay with her parents. I logged into her Facebook account and saw a photo of her and some guy taking a car selfie taken two days before our NYE trip. Her profile said she was in a relationship with him. Anyway, I sent her the photo of them together and only said “please pack your things.”
I slept at my mom’s for a month to give her time to get her stuff.
The husband of one of the women he was cheating on me with called me at work. At first, I didn't believe him and hung up. How could the man I spent the past eight years with, and had two beautiful babies with (suffered together the loss of one of those children), do something so hurtful? Still, a part of me needed to know. He had affairs in other relationships and we had a rocky patch early in the beginning where I suspected an affair but didn't have proof.
I told my boss I felt sick and that I had to leave early and I called this guy back and found out that my ex and this guy's wife along with one of their friends were all sleeping together for about a year. He had confronted my ex and told him that he was going to tell me but my ex convinced him to wait, since my mother was very ill.
I took my time coming home and confronted him and told him to pack and leave. Since then, I've pieced together a lot of what happened and realized all the lies he told me. If I was in a different headspace I might have caught on to the affairs earlier. I also found videos hidden on one of our computers and found out he was having booty calls in our apartment while I was at work and he was watching our daughter. At that point, it put the headstone on any possibility of reconciliation.
I caught my wife after she passed from cancer. It was the worst feeling ever. I was caught between unending love, mourning, and absolute anger. I found out through her phone that she was overly protective of during treatment. A week before she passed she took the passwords off her phone so that I could respond to her texts and take care of her business. Maybe a week or two after she passed I explored her phone and found numerous texts, emails, and cheating messages.
My husband went to Hawaii for a business trip without me or the kids. Like a good wife, I packed his clothes before he left and unpacked his dirty laundry when he returned home. I found a tiny pair of white cotton panties (no lace) in his suitcase. He had recently dropped a lot of weight (more than 100 lbs.) and played it off that he had bought them for himself. They had no label and were simple bikinis so theoretically could have been men's as well.
It did sort of explain the pretty brunette that followed him off the plane at the airport and kept looking at my kids and I at the luggage carousel (what a jerk to make his side piece come face to face with his wife and kids). But at least I got an ingenious revenge. I made sure he wore those panties at least once a week for the remaining few months we were together. I set out his clothes every day and he couldn't protest.
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