{"id":2171,"date":"2024-03-19T12:01:22","date_gmt":"2024-03-19T12:01:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/?p=2171"},"modified":"2024-03-19T12:01:22","modified_gmt":"2024-03-19T12:01:22","slug":"confessions-of-a-girl-who-cheated-on-her-boyfriend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/?p=2171","title":{"rendered":"Confessions Of A Girl Who Cheated On Her Boyfriend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2172\" src=\"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/431649136_7638418016209627_8365606655796767242_n.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1290\" height=\"1558\" srcset=\"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/431649136_7638418016209627_8365606655796767242_n.jpg 1290w, https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/431649136_7638418016209627_8365606655796767242_n-248x300.jpg 248w, https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/431649136_7638418016209627_8365606655796767242_n-848x1024.jpg 848w, https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/431649136_7638418016209627_8365606655796767242_n-768x928.jpg 768w, https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/431649136_7638418016209627_8365606655796767242_n-1272x1536.jpg 1272w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1290px) 100vw, 1290px\" \/><\/p><div class=\"311fe198f191a864c1efcdfa9efedfdf\" data-index=\"3\" style=\"float: none; margin:0px 0 0px 0; text-align:center;\">\n<div data-type=\"_mgwidget\" data-widget-id=\"1782571\">\r\n<\/div>\r\n<script>(function(w,q){w[q]=w[q]||[];w[q].push([\"_mgc.load\"])})(window,\"_mgq\");\r\n<\/script>\r\n\n<\/div>\n\n<p>I was in a happy, loving relationship. Then what happened? Nobody starts out with a plan to cheat on their better halves. But then, sometimes, circumstances eventually lead there\u2026<\/p>\n<p>I used to travel a lot for my work. This often meant long periods of time away from my boyfriend. But still, we would snapchat and text each other all the time, and I couldn\u2019t wait to tell him about every experience and every little conversation I had had. We were the most devoted couple, and friends would look at us and go, \u201caww!\u201d<\/p>\n<h3>I met someone else at a party\u2026<\/h3>\n<p>But one time I was traveling for work to another country and I decided to take a short holiday and meet some friends, instead of just going back. It was with these friends that I went to a party when I met *him*. He struck up a conversation with me\u2026<\/p>\n<div id=\"M904383ScriptRootC1502283_16fd6\">\n<div id=\"MarketGidComposite1502283_16fd6\">\n<div>\n<div class=\"mgbox\">\n<div class=\"mgheader1502283\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"mgline teaser-18847717 type-w\" data-i=\"2PY_RvBbtF3HH1_NYSTDAha8x1P1S1_CTrVmAP_D45z8xXuW8puEnySavrfUGQ67YeB98eQyb1THry6AJXxaSqEt3cxfVBnBTY7WPYr6qIY*\" data-observing-start=\"1710849592169\" data-observing-time=\"1049\" data-showed=\"1\">\n<div class=\"image-with-text\">\n<div class=\"text-elements\">\n<div class=\"text_on_hover\">\n<div class=\"mglbtn\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>\u201cHey, how\u2019re you doing there?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n<div class=\"mt-6 min-w-full min-h-[120px]\">\n<div class=\"uppercase text-center m-0 left-0 right-0 pb-1 text-[8px]\">ADVERTISEMENT<\/div>\n<div id=\"ad18-0\" class=\"w-full mx-auto flex justify-center relative gpt-ads mid-ads-mweb\" data-google-query-id=\"CKfO4qWjgIUDFdYjVQgdHfYHsQ\">\n<div id=\"google_ads_iframe_\/145115460\/PopxoDesktop\/Popxo_DST_AS_MID1_0__container__\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>\u201cHey, I\u2019m good. What about yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo where are you from?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m from India.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh and you\u2019re traveling all by yourself to another country? That\u2019s quite brave of you.\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"mt-6 min-w-full min-h-[120px]\">\n<div class=\"uppercase text-center m-0 left-0 right-0 pb-1 text-[8px]\">ADVERTISEMENT<\/div>\n<div id=\"ad19-1\" class=\"w-full mx-auto flex justify-center relative gpt-ads mid-ads-mweb\" data-google-query-id=\"CP2d46WjgIUDFZ4jVQgdi-QNjw\">\n<div id=\"google_ads_iframe_\/145115460\/PopxoDesktop\/Popxo_DST_AS_MID2_0__container__\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>I blushed, but not only because of his flattering words or because I hadn\u2019t thought of my situation in quite this way, but also because he was damn cute looking, and of all the people in the room, he had decided to talk to ME! Haha, but maybe that was also because I was the most exotic person in the room, what with me being a foreigner and all.<\/p>\n<p>But we kept talking through the party and towards the end of the night, he asked me if I would like to take a walk with him so he could show me his favourite places in the city. It was all happening so fast \u2013 I didn\u2019t really have a lot of time to think, nor was I thinking straight, thanks to all the party drinking and the romance of a new place \u2013 so I said yes.<\/p>\n<p>So we went out after midnight, which is when the party ended. It was a pleasant, summery night, and the streets were mostly deserted and lit with yellow street lamps, and I had the company of a boy who was sweet and interesting. I am easily swayed by such things, and also such gestures of boldness from friendly strangers, so I have to say I was charmed.<\/p>\n<h3>I did think about my BF on a romantic walk with this other guy\u2026<\/h3>\n<p>Was I thinking about my boyfriend back home? I guess yes \u2013 in a way \u2013 he wasn\u2019t out of my mind\u2026 You don\u2019t suddenly forget someone you\u2019re in love with just because you\u2019ve met someone new. But somehow meeting this new guy seemed to have very little to do with my boyfriend and my life back at home. It felt a little disconnected \u2013 my boyfriend seemed far away, yet always a background presence \u2013 I felt like if he had been here, he would actually be happy for me and all my newfound excitement.<\/p>\n<div class=\"mt-6 min-w-full min-h-[120px]\">\n<div id=\"ad18-2\" class=\"w-full mx-auto flex justify-center relative gpt-ads mid-ads-mweb\" data-google-query-id=\"CNXM46WjgIUDFZcLVQgdsowFyQ\">\n<div id=\"google_ads_iframe_\/145115460\/PopxoDesktop\/Popxo_DST_AS_MID1_1__container__\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>You might think it weird, but I was not really feeling guilty then. All I felt was this dreaminess while walking on moonlit avenues, even as the other guy held my hand and kissed me. And I kissed him back, and that night was beautiful because I felt secure enough in my relationship with my boyfriend to be able to do this without guilt and to also feel like I had nothing to hide reallBut next morning\u2026<\/p>\n<p>The insecurities and regrets really began the next morning when I woke up after spending a night with this other guy. And as daylight does so often, it made reality explode. I kept thinking what the hell had I done, and how would my boyfriend react to this? Guilt set in. I was pretty sure even then that I wanted to tell him about this, and not hide it from him \u2013 because I really didn\u2019t think our relationship would be worth anything if we couldn\u2019t be honest with each other, and especially if I couldn\u2019t be honest with him about something like this.<\/p>\n<p>I talked to a few of my friends later and asked them for advice on what to do, and some of them did say that what had happened had happened, and what\u2019s the big deal about sex anyway. But then for me, omitting this \u201clittle detail\u201d from my trip when talking about it to my boyfriend did seem a lie.<\/p>\n<div class=\"mt-6 min-w-full min-h-[120px]\">\n<div class=\"uppercase text-center m-0 left-0 right-0 pb-1 text-[8px]\">ADVERTISEMENT<\/div>\n<div id=\"ad19-3\" class=\"w-full mx-auto flex justify-center relative gpt-ads mid-ads-mweb\" data-google-query-id=\"CNy65KWjgIUDFcQEVQgdf0AGqw\">\n<div id=\"google_ads_iframe_\/145115460\/PopxoDesktop\/Popxo_DST_AS_MID2_1__container__\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Finally, I had a simple test \u2013 I thought if he had slept with someone else, would I rather that he not tell me about it or would I rather he do than I find out about it some other random way? And I realised it was the first one, and that I would probably be more hurt from him not sharing things with me, rather than him sleeping with someone else.<\/p>\n<h3>I told my boyfriend about my encounter\u2026<\/h3>\n<p>Finally, once I was back home, I gathered the courage to tell my BF \u2013 finding an appropriate time means that you can be waiting forever to confess\u2026So one evening I just blurted out the entire incident to him.<\/p>\n<p>He was obviously upset when he heard about this, but then because he loved me \u2013 and I do think I had the courage to tell him all this because I knew he loved me \u2013 he said it was okay, and that as long as I was okay, he would be okay. I thought, \u201cWow, that\u2019s got to be one hell of a brilliantly kind and generous guy!\u201d and I did breathe a sigh of relief because I did not want to lose him, and I really, really did not want us to break up.<\/p>\n<p>But my boyfriend had now left me with an important question: \u201cWas\u00a0<i>I<\/i>\u00a0okay with it?\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"mt-6 min-w-full min-h-[120px]\">\n<div class=\"uppercase text-center m-0 left-0 right-0 pb-1 text-[8px]\">ADVERTISEMENT<\/div>\n<div id=\"ad18-4\" class=\"w-full mx-auto flex justify-center relative gpt-ads mid-ads-mweb\" data-google-query-id=\"CMTX5KWjgIUDFfwkVQgdV5AGQw\">\n<div id=\"google_ads_iframe_\/145115460\/PopxoDesktop\/Popxo_DST_AS_MID1_2__container__\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Pondering on a question like that takes a lot of introspection and knowing yourself. Which means spending a lot of time alone. What are we okay with?\u2026 What are we comfortable with?\u2026 Do we even know who we are?\u2026 In the rush of everyday life, we can often forget that these questions \u2013 though seemingly trivial, unimportant, and sometimes, even cliches \u2013 are some of the most important ones which will keep us grounded in life. And suddenly, I realised my BF had given me the elusive opportunity to ask these questions to myself, and find the answers to them. And I thought it\u2019d probably be a damned good idea to utilise this opportunity as much as I could, because it is not often in life that people are so generous to others, like he was being to me.<\/p>\n<p>So I thought and thought about who I was and what I wanted in life, and if sleeping with other people was something I wanted to do. And all these thoughts led to a lot of questions about what commitment to my BF really means\u2026 Does it just mean sexual exclusivity or monogamy? Or can one sleep with multiple people and still be committed to that one special person, or be committed to all of them \u2013 simply by caring for them and being supportive to them when they need you?<\/p>\n<p>These were some very difficult questions to ask or even wrap my head around, because I had grown up seeing relationships in a very particular way, where cheating on the other person is made to seem like the worst thing you can do in a relationship. But what if those commandments were not true, and what if there was a different way of looking at the relationship ideals which society at large sets for us?<\/p>\n<p>My boyfriend and I are still together, and if anything our relationship is stronger because of this incident. But I am now more skeptical of the relationship rules against so-called \u201ccheating\u201d which are laid down for us. I still struggle with all these questions about what it means to be in a committed relationship, and I figured that every person can carve out their own definition of what commitment means, or what a committed relationship looks like, depending on what they want out of their own relationships. It is something so personal, so carving universal rules for this seems rather baffling. I haven\u2019t slept with anyone else since this incident, and I am not sure if I even want to again, but I think I am less frightened or dismissive of this thought than I used to be before.<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"font-size: 0px; height: 0px; line-height: 0px; margin: 0; padding: 0; clear: both;\"><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was in a happy, loving relationship. Then what happened? Nobody starts out with a plan to cheat on their better halves. 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