The woman ended up messaging me back apologizing and explaining her side of the story and I honestly just forgot about the dude. It was late at night, and I don’t remember how much I sent or deleted, honestly. Wouldn’t you want to know? My best friend asked me. I wrote him a message, and deleted it, wrote another one, deleted it, sent one, deleted it after sending … I was a mess. She didn’t respond right away, and my best friend at the time suggested I message her boyfriend. I told her I thought she was a bad person and she was hurting other working women by sleeping with their boyfriends while they’re traveling for work. One evening in the midst of my pain and confusion and lack of sleep from working 18 hours straight (that sounds like an excuse, but I am being 100 percent honest), I DMed the woman he cheated on me with, asking her why and how, and expressing my pain. I also started a new full-time job, one of those around-the-clock jobs that women who are pregnant don’t take because they don’t really allow sleep, water, food intake, etc. But this information came down on me like a mallet. I had thought we were on our way to a healthy partnership, living in a house and at the right age to start a family. He wanted me to know the truth if we were going to raise a child together. In fact, we moved into a new house together and spent a lot of money on furniture and laid down roots for a future. But when I got pregnant accidentally, he came clean and admitted that my suspicions weren’t “crazy” as he’d suggested at the time, and that yes, he had cheated on me repeatedly with the same person and almost left me for her. Two years ago, while I was working on a job that required me to leave town for a week at a time, he had an affair with a woman he’d worked with previously. His lack of interest in my work and his inability to talk while I was gone bothered me, so eventually I questioned his fidelity. He denied any cheating, and we moved on. I’m done.” My brain spinning out of control, I responded “What The Actual Fuck” and then all my subsequent messages failed to send, appearing as green bubbles without any sign of a delivered receipt. The rain that followed thereafter is still pooling. I should just come clean. He could tell that I wrote the messages, they sounded like me. And, the kicker: “We done. ![]() I’m frantically trying to figure out what he’s talking about and told him I had no idea. Finally, he responds and tells me that he found out about messages I sent to someone he knows. He said he was upset and my messages were inappropriate. ![]() ![]() We hadn’t come up with a plan yet, but there was lots of love and support between us through it all. Just days before he was sending me videos of our cat and pictures of apartments he said we might someday live in together. In the last month, we’ve been long distance since his unpredictable boss decided without any notice to move the entire team to Miami. My three-year relationship with my boyfriend just ended over a few text messages.
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