Ever since I posted the first confession article here, I’ve been receiving a TON of confessions on the page‘s inbox. This one really caught my eye, because it’s from a girl who cheated on her boyfriend for six months! It takes an insane amount of courage and strength to actually own up to something like that and I fully honoured this girl’s request to have her confession posted here. So I’m going to let her talk, this is going to be her confession in her own words, I haven’t edited or changed anything in it except for the names. The girl wishes to stay anonymous, so all of the names have been changed.
My Confession: I cheated on my boyfriend for six months
Hi “A” and “Z”. First of all, I just want to tell you guys what an awesome job you’re doing. I was recently browsing through your page when I saw this confession post some guy wrote about spying on his girlfriend and then leaving her when he found out that he was being cheated on by her. And it instantly took me back to my ex relationship. I’ve been single for more than a year now because I just don’t see the point of asking for love or trying to be loved by someone, because I honestly don’t think I deserve it to begin with. Confused? Don’t be. I’m a cheater. I cheated on my loving boyfriend for six months, yes I’m the villain here. That man had a heart of gold and I just crushed it, I have no justifications for it, what I did was wrong and it will always haunt me for the rest of my days. I am going to tell you guys about it, about what I did that destroyed the man who loved me and in return, destroyed me too.
I started going out with Frank back in 2014, we met through mutual friends and we hit it off really quickly. I had come out of a very bad relationship and it was my sixth month being single, when I met Frank. After a few weeks of talking to him and hanging out with him, I realised that he actually cared for what I had to say, he actually listened to me and my worries, he was actually concerned about my happiness. I can’t even name one friend of mine to this day, not even my closest of friends, who knew me better than Frank did. Needless to say, Frank and I knew we had feelings for each other and we didn’t really have to go through the whole “who’s going to ask whom out” bit, we just started treating each other like lovers and partners one day and that was the first day of our relationship.
It was great, amazing, breathtaking, the way we used to be together. The way he used to take care of every little detail, the way he used to pay attention to me, the way he used to give almost all of his time to me. My ex before Frank was a horrible person, he was emotionally absent. But I couldn’t break up with him, for two years we were together because I actually did love that man regardless of how he treated me. But I guess his presence in my life had a very negative toll on the person I am and the person I became. And then Frank came, someone who was the complete opposite. A man filled with emotions and love, a man who literally “wasted” his emotions on a person like me, a cheater.
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