…while I was in a committed relationship. Does that make me a hoe? This is about the feelings that come along with cheating. I’m not doing this to get hated on for cheating or for someone to tell it’s okay that I feel BAD. I’m just putting my feelings out there
No one ever looks at things from the cheater’s side. But I mean, why would they? They’re the ones choosing to make this decision and ruin the relationship and hurt the other person. But, at least in my case, I didn’t have sex with someone else because I wanted to hurt D. I did because… you know, that’s a hard question to answer. I fucking wanted to. I didn’t wanna lose my boyfriend either. So I started living what felt like 2 separate lives.
My feelings nearly ate me alive. The first morning after I slept with G, I woke up to a “Good morning *kissing emoji*” text from D… that fucking burned. It made my heart ache that I stayed up partying with another guy while my boyfriend was working long hours. It tore me apart when I complained about being afraid of not having rent money and my boyfriend said, “That’s what I’m here for.” I felt like I didn’t deserve this wonderful person, because I didn’t. And I still don’t. Typing it out makes me realize I am a fucked up person. But, I didn’t love D any less just because I was also talking to someone else. At first. Until I would get a text from him, and be upset it wasn’t G.
Can you love 2 people at the same time? Idk. I don’t think so. It takes so much energy to really love someone, I think our hearts can only take that on with one person at a time. Maybe with everyone it’s different. Now I’m gonna go Netflix and chill alone and overthink about why I’m a bad person and why G isn’t texting me