
ElySioNs
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I married my best friend last year. We’ve been together for eight years, and it’s been the most amazing and fulfilling relationship I’ve ever had.
We had the perfect life. We have the cutest little puppy, and she’s the most loyal and loving little creature I’ve ever met. We’ve been saving for a house in our dream city, and we were just about ready to pull the trigger this year. We were planning to adopt afterwards. We finally paid off all our student loans. We have amazing friends and hobbies that we’re both passionate about. We did everything together: dates multiple times a week, every weekend for sure and usually a few during the week as well, road trips and vacations and events. We stayed up late every night cuddling and talking about our future together. We have a million little inside jokes and we sent flirty texts to each other all day. We had an amazing sex life: every one of our fantasies, every day, often multiple times a day. We made it through graduate school and the pandemic and all sorts of other tumultuous life events together.
I work from home, and I took care of all the house chores so she didn’t have to. I took care of the dog, I did the training and the walking and the feeding so that she wouldn’t have that extra stress. I make 4X her salary so that she can work her dream job (which doesn’t, by itself, make enough to pay rent etc. since we’re in NYC). I’ve never complained about any of this, and being able to do all these things for her always made me so proud and happy, so that she could fulfill her own professional dreams.
And she still cheated on me.
She cheated with a coworker she’s only known for a few months, who is way younger than her, and who is her subordinate at work.
I told her I would be willing to work through it in therapy together, that I could forgive her because our life was so amazing. And she told me she was so sorry and would do anything to make things right, that she had never meant to hurt me.
But I found out last week that she is still cheating on me with him. And when I confronted her, she became unrecognizable. She was verbally abusive, and yelled at me, and told me that she had never loved me or our puppy. She told me that she had just been using me all along and now that she’d found someone else, she didn’t need me anymore, and that she didn’t feel any remorse or guilt and had only pretended to apologize when she got caught the first time so that she could keep using me for money.
I should be angry, but I just feel so sorry for her.
I’m still going to have an amazing life. I took our dog--my dog now I guess--and moved out. I’m still going to be buying that house, alone now. All my friends--also our friends, and even her friends--have been so supportive. Even her family has been so supportive of me. She’s losing a lot of friends. She’s losing me, her best friend, at the very least. She might lose her job. She can’t afford rent where she’s living either way. She always liked expensive shows and clothes and hobbies and going out to eat, and now she can’t have any of that.
It just doesn’t make any sense to me, but she doesn’t return my calls anymore, so I guess this is it. I’ll never understand what happened or why she gave up on our life together out of nowhere like this.
We had the perfect life. We have the cutest little puppy, and she’s the most loyal and loving little creature I’ve ever met. We’ve been saving for a house in our dream city, and we were just about ready to pull the trigger this year. We were planning to adopt afterwards. We finally paid off all our student loans. We have amazing friends and hobbies that we’re both passionate about. We did everything together: dates multiple times a week, every weekend for sure and usually a few during the week as well, road trips and vacations and events. We stayed up late every night cuddling and talking about our future together. We have a million little inside jokes and we sent flirty texts to each other all day. We had an amazing sex life: every one of our fantasies, every day, often multiple times a day. We made it through graduate school and the pandemic and all sorts of other tumultuous life events together.
I work from home, and I took care of all the house chores so she didn’t have to. I took care of the dog, I did the training and the walking and the feeding so that she wouldn’t have that extra stress. I make 4X her salary so that she can work her dream job (which doesn’t, by itself, make enough to pay rent etc. since we’re in NYC). I’ve never complained about any of this, and being able to do all these things for her always made me so proud and happy, so that she could fulfill her own professional dreams.
And she still cheated on me.
She cheated with a coworker she’s only known for a few months, who is way younger than her, and who is her subordinate at work.
I told her I would be willing to work through it in therapy together, that I could forgive her because our life was so amazing. And she told me she was so sorry and would do anything to make things right, that she had never meant to hurt me.
But I found out last week that she is still cheating on me with him. And when I confronted her, she became unrecognizable. She was verbally abusive, and yelled at me, and told me that she had never loved me or our puppy. She told me that she had just been using me all along and now that she’d found someone else, she didn’t need me anymore, and that she didn’t feel any remorse or guilt and had only pretended to apologize when she got caught the first time so that she could keep using me for money.
I should be angry, but I just feel so sorry for her.
I’m still going to have an amazing life. I took our dog--my dog now I guess--and moved out. I’m still going to be buying that house, alone now. All my friends--also our friends, and even her friends--have been so supportive. Even her family has been so supportive of me. She’s losing a lot of friends. She’s losing me, her best friend, at the very least. She might lose her job. She can’t afford rent where she’s living either way. She always liked expensive shows and clothes and hobbies and going out to eat, and now she can’t have any of that.
It just doesn’t make any sense to me, but she doesn’t return my calls anymore, so I guess this is it. I’ll never understand what happened or why she gave up on our life together out of nowhere like this.