I just went through the same thing, except I fucked up worse. I cheated on my boyfriend, and yes I know I didn’t deserve a second chance. My boyfriend and I have been together for just over 2 years and we’ve broken up twice over small things… and our time apart was very short, both were mutual decisions because we were unsure about things. We live 20 miles apart, I go to college (its the end of my first year) and we can barely go more than a week without seeing each other. We’ve always been very close, best friends, and even now that he has given me a second chance, he still opens up to me more than most people.
Anyway, it was 10 months ago that I make the biggest mistake of my life… It was the second week of college, and I know I fucked up.. I knew it then, but I buried it and I thought if I never brought it up, it would go away… or i had hoped. I gave a guy a blow job.. nothing more, we didn’t even kiss and he didn’t even get to touch me because i wouldn’t allow it. He was a friend, and i was assiting him, so there was no romance. I was curious and i acted on it, foolishly. There is no excuse and there never will be. I’ve thought about everything, no i’ll never forget what I did, and i’ll always regret it. I am well aware of how much i fucked up.
The worst part of this is, from the very beginning when we first met, he made it very clear to me that he had trust problems from past relationships. I don’t mean serious problems, but like moving in with a female was never going to happen again and marriage was out of the question. I am 19 and he is presently 31, so he’s gone through everything… he’s been through it, lived it and I haven’t. I’ve learned the biggest lesson of my life. I’ve already deleted most of the guys on my facebook that aren’t really good friends and who i don’t often talk to, especially anyone I would be potentially attracted to. I’ve vowed never to find myself in a situation like that again. And i plan to stick to this.
Its been 2 years, and even though i’d never considered it before, I was ready to spend my life with this man. I’ve been ready to move in with him, it’s just been a matter of waiting for him to be as well. When the shit hit the fan, so to speak, I found out the next morning from him that he had planned to propose to me when we went on a trip to see a Twins baseball game. He was going to propose to me on the target field…. And i’m sorry but that’s a HUGE deal coming from him, and I’m sad even now… every time i think about it, I KNOW with all the strength of punch in the face, that i… his soul mate, his love, the one he trusted with everything… I fucked up.
By the way, the way it all went down was he had gone into my second facebook (trying to get into my main one, the second one is for facebook games, ha. I know, i’m a nerd, right?) Anyway, he got into my second one because he knows my normal password for everything, and he read my msgs… in december, a guy had been trying to get with me, one i’d never met before. I’d rejected him on several occasions, even deleted him from my main facebook account and his phone number, until I had to start making excuses to get him to leave me a lone because he wouldn’t take no as an answer… that’s what my boyfriend read. The guy asked “i’m horny, wanna fuck right now?” and i responded “i’m at work and i’m sick”.. to my boyfriend, that implied that i would have… when i reality, i didn’t want anything to do with this guy.
Well the next morning, he wanted to talk… we did and he asked “have you been completely honest with me?” i knew what he was talking about, so i confessed. I told him, “no.” and i told him what I had done 10 months prior. We talked, i cried, and it was over. He wanted space. I won’t go into how much of a mess i was the days following, but 4 days later, we got back together…. those 4 days felt like weeks to both of us. We were communicating, we talked and I was honest and so was he. He said he chose me.
It has been a week since we got back together again. I find myself thinking about marriage more and more, because his sister.. his boss, his friend knew.. and who knows who else… And i’m ashamed to face them, and ashamed for my boyfriend as well. When he told them that, what could he have felt? I humiliated him.
I guess thats why, something so small, so stupid (which is important to me… I changed my status to in a relationship, and he didn’t.) I think maybe he told more people, and that’s fine, whatever… but could that be why he hasn’t changed it yet? I’ve brought it up to him, but then i took my request back thinking i’d rather have the reward of him changing it on his own.. but its a slap in the face everytime i visit his page and see his status. Makes me wonder if he is embarrassed to be with me now? Ashamed? Maybe he wants to have his options open? Maybe seeing if it will work, so he doesn’t have to have people comment several times and feel sorry for him if he ends up changing it back to single again later? I don’t know…
Things are basically back to normal, except the small things like that. We’ve never lived together, but I want to when he gets his new apartment. I want to clean and cook and be his little domestic girlfriend. I take care of him, I love and adore him and i feel we need to take a step up for me to be able to prove to him how sincere and determined i am to be honest, loyal and to earn his trust back.
Anyway, that’s my ordeal… and i’m posting this for 2 reasons.. I need anon people to know, give me feedback and I wanted to share it with the person whose thread this belongs to.