Female infidelity stories from life. I cheated on my husband. Dismantling in the parking lot

I'm married, I have a child, and everything is better with us than anyone else. And I hope that due to my own life circumstances I will never have to write here. She herself would never be able to forgive betrayal - under any circumstances. And I'm not going to change it either. But, oddly enough, in life I still had to constantly deal with this in the person of relatives and friends.

The first story happened long before I met my husband. I talked in a large group of people whom I had known for many years. And there was a guy among us who courted one of my friends for 3 desperate years. They met once, but things didn't work out. And since then the thought that she was his one and only, beloved woman did not leave him. She was skeptical of him, closer than a meter, she didn’t even let him in as a friend. And everyone was sure that nothing would ever happen between them again.

But one fine day I found out that he had finally achieved his goal. They almost immediately began to live together, in her parents' house. Everything was fine, it developed quickly, and after just six months he proposed to her. She agreed, but decided to postpone marriage a little. Every time we met with them, the smile never left their faces, they constantly looked at each other and held hands. Just the perfect love story.

Then one fine day she had to go to Kyiv for the weekend. He couldn't go with her. And what do you think? This seemingly head over heels in love and the most devoted person in the world got drunk that same evening like a beast, and by some stupid accident I was left alone with him in a closed car. A group of us were planning to go on a visit. Everyone still didn’t have time to approach, but by chance we met him and his friend, whose car it was, earlier. This would-be driver locked us in the car and went home, supposedly for 10 minutes, to get some things.

I knew that nothing bad could happen. I have known this man for a very long time, and our relationship has always been friendly. We drank a glass of beer, talked about various topics, and during the conversation I didn’t even notice how he threw his hand on my waist and leaned on my elbow. What happened next was a complete nightmare. He pestered me so vehemently, and I, in a state of shock, jumped all over the car from him and just shouted: “Yulia (the fictitious name of his girlfriend) will find out about everything.” And all he could answer was: “But Yulia is not here!”

I couldn't get out of the car. All that remained was to threaten him that I would now start shouting very loudly: “Help, they are raping me!” And not far from the car there was a group of women with children and a couple of men; it was already dark. Without thinking twice, he seemed to calm down. Thank God the driver came very soon after that. I immediately jumped out of the car and, saying goodbye to them, ran home. I didn’t tell his girlfriend anything, although now I understand what was necessary. However, a short time after this incident, they broke up. He felt very bad, and she cooled down. “Well, it serves him right,” I thought then)))

The second story was also a long time ago. On February 23, a friend invited me and my friend to visit her boyfriend. A friend had only recently broken up with a man with whom she had lived for 2 years in a civil marriage. To say that Masha (fictitious name) was very ill is to say nothing, and we were just supposed to go to visit where her ex-husband lived very nearby. In general, they drank, ate, and talked. There were some acquaintances and some not. The last to arrive were two guys we didn’t know, friends of the owner of the house.

One of them was a very arrogant and impudent guy (let's call him Maxim). My rather tipsy Mashenka almost immediately fell into an altercation with him. They argued long and tediously, with and without all censorship. Somewhere at that moment I had to urgently run home, and I learned everything that followed from Masha’s words. In general, having gotten very drunk, she went to wash herself with cold water in order to somehow come to her senses. Without any warning, this same Maxim came into her bathroom, supposedly to talk. In general, he began to harass her, she resisted at first, and then succumbed. They had sex in another room, and by the time they finished, everyone had already left, except for the owner of the house and, accordingly, his girlfriend.

Masha and our friend went to the balcony to smoke. And then she tells Masha that this same Maxim is married, and now his wife is giving birth to his first child in the maternity hospital, and here she is tumbling with him. After this conversation, the two of them were “kicked out” onto the street under the pretext that it was already 7 in the morning and no one had slept yet. We must separate. This couple left the house and went to drink a bottle of beer and talk. It turned out that he also knows Masha’s ex-husband. We talked before. As a result, this Maxim himself admitted that he was married and said that he had never cheated on his wife in his life and did not intend to. However, he would like her to become his mistress. She refused, condemning his action, and left. Afterwards, as I know, this Maxim tried to find her and communicate. And he searched through me. But nothing worked out for him. This is such a vile man that I got caught.

The third story will be shorter. About my cousin (Anya, let’s say), who couldn’t decide between the two men she loved. She met both of them almost in the same month. She talked with one for a very long time and corresponded. And she began a relationship with another, and soon she moved in with him. She never stopped communicating with the first, and the second simply did not know about it.

One day they met the first one and just decided to chat live. We found a lot in common and liked each other, at least as people. They did not stop communicating, despite the fact that she had a boyfriend (or common-law husband, if you like), and he, as it turned out, had a wife and two children. There was nothing between them until she had a serious quarrel with the guy and asked this married man for a little help to meet and just chat. It was night, he called her a taxi to his work. And he rented a two-story office for work in the city center.

They met, talked, cried to their betrothed-mummers to each other and, in the end, slept. He was ashamed, disgusted, and mentally ill after that, and so was she. Nevertheless, their meetings became more frequent and continued for at least a year. He didn’t want to leave his family, because he said that he loved the children very much and was afraid that his wife would take them and leave. But she did not want to part with her common-law husband, because she said that she loved him. She said she loved both of them. In the end, it was all over. They apparently got their brains somewhere and mutually decided to stop such communication. I don’t know about his wife, but her husband never found out about anything, and now they are still together. True, the relationship is no longer the same anyway.

The fourth story is about a friend of mine who changed men like gloves and cheated on each of them with her next man, and all this was always explained by the fact that she truly fell in love! She fell in love like this every 2-6 months. But one day she came across a man (a military man), from whom she publicly snatched good... you know what, in the city. It was he who learned that when he was on business trips (short ones - from a week to a month), she cheated on him every time. And at least 3 people confirmed this. He was already thinking about the wedding and children with her, collecting money... And then this!

In general, the result: in public in the evening on an alley in the center of the city, he humiliated her with insults (“you are not a woman, but a whore, slut, animal”), broke her phone, in which he then found confirmation of infidelity, tore her clothes, who she was, and pulled out a couple of hairs (he didn’t want to get his hands dirty by beating her, but she hit him a couple of times and tried to run away, so he stopped her).

These are my stories from life. Don't cheat on your loved ones. Peace and love to everyone)

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We're talking about my little sister. We are already well over 30 years old. Each has their own family, husbands, children. We communicate periodically. We try not to interfere in each other’s lives, but sometimes certain events about my sister’s life reach me. From a colleague at work, I almost accidentally found out (or maybe not entirely by accident) that my sister was cheating on her colleague’s husband. This situation began to develop so quickly that sometimes I even lost the thread of events.

After almost 20 years of marriage, the husband thinks that he has raised a good and decent son. Even before I got married, I knew that... But she loved this man very much. And it was mutual. I decided to remain silent and say that he would soon become a father. But after my husband suffered a stroke, I seriously thought about it: maybe I should tell the truth or leave everything as it is?

Before marriage, my current husband and I could often quarrel over trifles. Youth, temper, a sense of maximalism, and so on led to the fact that I often got offended and left for my hometown to live with my parents. And then, during one of these quarrels, I made the stupidest mistake in my life. In the evening I got very drunk with my friend and went to have fun at a nightclub to spite my boyfriend. I met a boy. We started talking and spent the evening and night together. In the morning I quickly packed my things and left. I was very worried because I had cheated on my future husband. But I didn’t have the strength to admit it. And then I found out that I was pregnant. Whose child is this? – I thought. According to my calculations, the father could be either my boyfriend or that stranger. But my beloved and I used protection all the time, but I didn’t remember how I spent the night with another man. And then I realized that I got pregnant from a stranger.

My husband and I got married in 2003. We had two children and a common business. We bought an apartment in the city and a country house. It would seem that life is good, but I feel that the family is coming apart at the seams, and the blame lies with me. Now I’ll tell you my real story in detail.

For fifteen years we loved each other and respected each other endlessly. My husband gave me gifts, took me on vacations and paid attention to me. I gave love and supported in my endeavors. The family seemed exemplary. I don’t know if he had any women during his relationship with me, but it seems to me that he is incapable of deception. My relatives simply adore him, especially my mother. And I am sure of my feelings for this man. In general, my life was relatively carefree. With him, I understood what love is and the “stone wall” behind which women hide when they get married. And he gave me the life I dreamed of. Through his efforts, I became more confident and relaxed. He treats children well. They love him too. Now life is divided into “before” and “after”. An awakened conscience says that it is necessary to tell, but emotions do not allow it. They say that the better a woman's life, the more stupid things she does. This also applies to me.

I turned 44 years old. I have a loving husband (fifth in a row). This is my second and hopefully last official marriage. My husband has three children from his first marriage. After he left the family, they did not communicate with him. They don't want to know me at all. I was never able to give birth. He and I are now all we have for each other. And now about what my mother has to do with it.

My almost cloudless childhood ended at the age of 12, when my brother went into the army, and my mother started an affair and left home to live with my grandmother. I lived with my dad for another year, dropped by to see my mom and grandma after school, but after she told me about her intimate relationship with another man, I could no longer simply physically show my love to her. Problems and scandals began. Mom accused my father of turning me against her. This was not true.

A year later, in the middle of the school year, my mother packed up my things, leaving me with a minimum (mostly winter clothes) and moved to another city. They decided that I would go with her. The 90s have begun. I went to 10th grade at a new school and made friends. Mom started earning money. External life was getting better, while... Mom changed boyfriends, lost weight, and began to compete with me to see who was younger and more beautiful. She once said: “If you bring it in the hem, you will solve your problems yourself.”

Many people have always responded with admiration when they heard that I have been married for 30 years. Our marriage was truly strong and reliable. That's what I thought. I got married at 21. A young girl who fell in love with her next door neighbor. He reciprocated my feelings and we started a family. First, our son Yegor was born, and then his brother Anton. We lived in perfect harmony, understanding each other perfectly. Sometimes I was even afraid that it was a dream and it might end. And so it happened. Our boys grew up and left us. We were left alone again like then, even before they were born. We became best friends and couldn't wait for the boys to make us grandparents.

I don't know at what stage something went wrong. I did not notice a change in my husband's attitude towards me. He was respectful and attentive as always. But he changed in a different direction. For some reason, my husband decided that at 50 he needed to change his style. He began to dress differently and even changed his hairstyle. The whole family gathered for his anniversary. Then, during the toast, my husband said: “to a second youth.” It's a pity I didn't immediately understand what he meant.

We lived with my wife for almost 12 years. I took her along with her eight-month-old baby. I began to take care of him as a son, since I cannot have my own children. She is very beautiful, spectacular, loves to please others, including men. Apparently, this is what won me over. Wherever we appeared, my woman was the center of attention and events. I liked that she shone when surrounded by others.

We lived well and in full abundance. I always earned decent money, my family did not need anything. But the problem was that as soon as a quarrel arose with my wife, she threatened to leave me. I fell for it because I understood that the army of her fans was just waiting for my wrong decision.

I met my husband at the age of 15; he was 21 at the time. We have been living in a civil marriage for 7 years, we have two daughters - 4 and 6 years old. For the first three years, everything seemed to be fine, maybe I just didn’t notice something or didn’t understand something, since I was very young. We lived with his parents for these three years and there were quarrels, but not so noticeable. Then they moved to live separately. My husband is generally jealous, he’s used to me always being at home and not going anywhere, that’s how it was.

I came out of maternity leave, started working, but he didn’t want to, you see, he was jealous of everyone, in the end I worked for two months and had to leave, because he injured his hand and couldn’t really do anything himself. Time passed, I went to work again, but to a different one, and he came to terms with it. The work is in full view, almost everyone sees me, but he is as always, plus he also likes to drink.

I am 19 years old. I've been dating a guy for about 5 years. At the beginning of the relationship there were betrayals on his part, although I can’t say anything about the bed, but there were definitely kisses, and for me this was also betrayal. The attitude towards me is disgusting, but I turned a blind eye to all this.

Before me, he was, roughly speaking, a womanizer. I dated two, three at once, I could kiss whoever I wanted, but that didn’t stop me from starting a relationship with him. After a year of our relationship, he changed, stopped communicating with any of the girls, began to respect, appreciate me, and devote more time to me. And so it is still. But I lost my feelings for him for about a year. I don't know why we haven't broken up yet. He doesn’t seem to be holding on, but he can’t let go either, I live by some kind of habits. The habit of calling in the morning and wishing him a good day, the habit of reporting where I am going and with whom, the habit of saying how much I love him, although this is no longer the case.

I’ll share my story, maybe it will make me feel better. We met, one might say, as children - he was 16, I was 20 years old. There was crazy youthful love. We dreamed of our own family, wanted a child, and our desire came true after a year and a half of our romance. He was still afraid that I would leave him, but I didn’t intend to, I loved him very much. Of course, I gained confidence in him as a husband and father, he vividly described how everything would be. But it turned out completely differently.

I became pregnant and his attitude towards me changed dramatically. I couldn't understand why. Immediately I pictured his parties with friends, girlfriends and so on. I worked until the last minute so as not to be a burden on my parents. As a result, I gave birth at 7 months and was taken away from work to give birth. My beloved didn’t worry about finances at all. I was in the hospital for a month with the child, and all this time he celebrated with friends.

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Husband's colleague

Yesterday my husband and I had a conversation about fidelity to each other in our marriage (married for 5 years, together for 6). My husband and I are the same age, both 32 years old. My husband got a little jealous and started asking me how things were going with men... I told it like it is - no hiding.....

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When being with someone else is better than being with your husband

If you are ready to read about betrayal, you can scroll further. There was no betrayal and there never will be. That's not what this is about. There were problems in the relationship with my husband, quite serious for the feelings not only to break, but to go away almost completely. Nevertheless, family.....

I came across it on the internet. Pass to the left. 10 famous football players who cheated on their wives

Fans of any club value football players for their loyalty to the team. But dedication on the field does not always mean dedication in life. In all the photos: on the left are the wives of football players, on the right are mistresses or new passions Andrei Arshavin - Alisa Kazmina. Ex-wife - Yulia Baranovskaya The yellow press in Russia is not as developed as in Europe and the UK, so no one is hunting football players, trying to bring them to light, to make a sensation out of infidelity. Perhaps our players are simply more faithful and devoted to their loved ones. One way or another...

And the Internet is torn to pieces when photographs with evidence of celebrity adultery end up in the tabloids. But for a private detective, observing other people's romantic adventures is routine.

Unlike celebrities, who can afford expensive hotels and a certain amount of privacy, ordinary people have to be incredibly creative in hiding their extramarital affairs. This is how the juiciest stories come out.

What incidents stand out the most to someone who has sort of seen it all? Whitney Joy Smith, head of a Canadian detective agency, shared stories about the most outstanding love scams in her career.

1. Disassembly in the parking lot

“This woman’s husband suddenly began to claim that he had found new friends. They supposedly went to the gym and loved to work out - so he claimed, despite the fact that his physique had not changed in any way for several months. So the woman contacted us and we set up surveillance. But it was very difficult to keep track of him - the man turned out to be suspicious and drove along strange routes, made sharp turns, and so on.

We did, however, notice something: one of the neighbors was leaving the house at the same time as him. When we asked a client if her husband had ever flirted with the woman next door, she responded in the affirmative. So we decided to pursue the woman rather than the man. She also behaved suspiciously and tried to avoid any possible persecution, but we prepared and deployed three surveillance specialists at once. We lost track for a while, but then we found her car in an industrial area behind a fenced area that was closed in the evenings.”

“Moments later, the primary subject's vehicle pulled into the same parking lot. I picked up our customer in the car, and we drove to the location. We don't usually take clients with us - this was the first and last time we did that, simply because she would have shown up there anyway as soon as she heard the news. Having her next to me in the car made the situation a little less dangerous for all parties.

As we approached, she literally jumped out of my car and started running towards his car. She opened the back door and found her husband with his pants down and the woman naked. The customer jumped, screamed, tried to get to the neighbor, but her husband tried to separate them. He blocked his wife so that his mistress could get to her car, and we allowed her to do so so that she could leave the place safely.

The couple ended up staying together. I think they worked it out and he stopped dating his neighbor. A few months later she called us again and asked us to put his phone under wiretapping. Her goal was to check if they were still communicating. We refused because we do not provide such services.”

2. Fake bachelorette party

“One guy asked us to follow his wife. He said she was going on a bachelorette party somewhere on a tropical island. This woman told her husband a grand story about everything that she and her friends had planned - supposedly some kind of super party was coming for seven or ten women. The client knew the husband of one of the women and in a conversation with him mentioned the supposed plans of their wives, saying something like: “They are sure to have so much fun on this vacation.” However, it turned out that the other man was not aware of the trip at all.

So, we went to the island to get her. To be fair, the woman partly told her husband the truth: she actually had a friend there with her, though only one and only three of the fourteen days of the trip. Our investigator was in the lobby, waiting for our subject's friend to leave, and caught them saying goodbye. After this, our customer's wife walked into the lobby and was approached by a guy who worked on the hotel beach. He hugged her and they started kissing.”

“They obviously enjoyed each other's company, they were constantly hugging and kissing - and by all indications this was not the first or second time. They spent the next week together at the hotel, enjoying life, sunbathing and caressing each other by the pool. Every time the subject sent her husband photos of herself and her girlfriend in different swimsuits, deliberately taken in large quantities in the early days, I sent him real photos of his wife in the company of a beach guy.

After presenting all the information he had gathered to the client, he looked at photos of her previous trips there and realized that his wife had met the guy on one of her previous vacations. The client was upset at first. But by that time he had already spent some time thinking, so his reaction was restrained. I think he knew for a long time, it was just important for him to make sure.”

3. Student

“This couple had a child a few weeks before the events described. The baby cried constantly, and the guy left somewhere, explaining that he needed to clear his head. At first his wife did not pay much attention to this, but then said: “What are you doing? You must help me." And he said that he needed to drive a little, to calm his nerves. Then she hired us.

Usually it takes us a few days to figure out what's going on, but the first night we followed the guy, he took us to a popular university in Toronto. Subject picked up a girl who was studying there. He was between thirty and forty, and she was probably between eighteen and twenty years old. They went to a nice restaurant, where they held hands and kissed constantly. After dinner, they got into the car, where, without much embarrassment, they fooled around as best they could.”

“I don’t know if he and his wife are still together, she was close to madness when she found out: she was sobbing into the phone, asking what to do now. But we don’t give advice on family psychology - we did the work, provided the evidence and never met again.”

4. Level 80 pickup

“A woman contracted some kind of sexually transmitted disease from her partner. Well, I began to guess that something had gone wrong in their relationship. We followed the subject while he was on a business trip to the hotel where he was staying.

We knew that our client was drinking quite heavily and would most likely be in the hotel bar. A female detective was working on the case, and the subject, having tried to hit on several ladies at the hotel and was rejected everywhere, eventually began to harass our employee. After her numerous attempts to convince him not to do this, he left her the room key in case she changed her mind.”

5. Premarital check

“This guy was in a long-distance relationship with a girl and was considering marriage. He was not a poor man and did not want to get involved in a long-term relationship where his status could be taken advantage of.

During the period of our observation, she was mainly shopping with several friends, sometimes with only one, and sometimes just walking. But during one of these outings, our suspect and a man met at a local shopping center and were filmed holding hands and kissing. When we were working on the final video to prepare the file to send to the client, we noticed that in addition to this, she was also stealing things from the cosmetics department, hiding them in her backpack.”

6. Stingy love

“We followed this woman to find out what she was doing while her husband was traveling for work. Something about her alarmed him. She went shopping a lot and spent time with her friends. But in two different situations, we noticed this woman driving her car to different motels. "At first the detective was unsure why she was in these areas."

“We then checked with the hotels about her requests and found out that she refused the accommodation because she considered the hourly rate for rooms too expensive. After visiting about five different hotels, this woman pulled into a parking lot and jumped into the back seat where her lover joined her. They didn't seem to think that sex with each other was worth the money they would have to pay the hotels."

7. Repeat offender

“A woman hired us to find out whether her husband was cheating on her or not. She noticed some oddities in his behavior: he either said that he was going to a sports bar to watch hockey or football, then stayed as long as possible at work, or stated that his car had broken down and he would come later for this reason. Even if she wanted to go somewhere together for a long weekend, he always had a reason not to.

After a couple of weeks of observation, we caught him with another woman. We had more than enough evidence of treason. As a result, this man separated from his wife. But six months later, we received a call from someone requesting surveillance. The subject of the investigation was the same man, but now the woman who in the previous case was his mistress wanted to know about his possible betrayal. We didn’t take the case, and we have no evidence of infidelity, but from what she told me, I’m sure that the guy was the same and did the same thing.”

It’s only in fairy tales that a boy and a girl meet, fall in love, overcome a couple of difficulties, and then get married (that’s where fairy tales usually end), but it is implied that they live until old age in an isolated, happy, rose-colored world.

In life, of course, everything is completely different; we are living people and are prone to making mistakes. Surely, each of us, if we ourselves did not participate in this, then observed infidelity in the family, among friends or colleagues.

In this article, our bloggers decided to talk frankly about the topic of cheating: why this happens, and what pushes men and women to betray their partners, whether it is worth immediately condemning “cheaters” or whether there are still situations when you can understand and forgive.

Our stories are very personal, honest and even a little intimate, so this time the authors wanted to remain anonymous.

Loyalty is a conscious choice we voluntarily make for someone we care about.

Firstly, I want to say that I in no way separate female and male infidelity and do not justify men by saying that it is more difficult for them, they have instincts and other excuses that the men themselves probably came up with. Women, in fact, are the same lustful creatures who also cheat, and maybe more often. They just always do it cleaner and “smarter.”

When I was very young, I had such an experience. I lived with a young man, at first everything was fine, but after a few years the relationship froze at one point, became boring, and my sex life no longer brought the necessary satisfaction.

At that moment, I myself invited my ex-lover to meet and away we go. In my case, this relationship dragged on for two months. It was good with my lover, and it added some zest to the relationship with the guy, because I began to take better care of myself, smell delicious and wear a smile on my face. Gradually, such relationships drag on and no longer seem abnormal, because many people do this and live calmly with it, but I was ashamed.

I still remember when I arrived from another date, and the young man lay down behind me, hugged me, and I experienced such a terrible feeling that I immediately told everything, and the next day I moved in.

Now I look at this situation differently and think that if you want to have a lover, then it’s time to somehow resolve the relationship with the main candidate. It’s either discuss the problem and look for ways to solve it together, or break up. Cheating is disrespect for your man, it is the absence of fear of losing him, and then why try to maintain such a relationship?

I found out quite by accident that my friend’s husband was cheating on her. We worked in the same building, and I often began to notice him with a rather unattractive woman. It was difficult to imagine even in the wildest fantasies that the beautiful Olya could be exchanged for her. But the more often Olga talked about how her husband spent the night at work, the more meticulously I looked at him when he left the building arm in arm with his colleague, even a little before the end of the working day. And at some point I decided to talk to my friend, or rather ask her a leading question, where does her husband disappear from six to eight almost every day. Olya brushed me off, but the next day, I noticed her thin figure not far from the exit. She did not approach her husband and colleague.

After this day, we did not communicate for almost two weeks, but the strange female colleague disappeared from my sight. And then Olga called me and in some kind of slow-mechanical voice said that she wanted to file for divorce.
During that period, we often had dinner with her in the kitchen over a bottle of wine. It wasn't that she needed advice and support, she just wanted to talk. And over and over again Olya asked the same question into the void: “Why? Why?" Gradually, she herself began to answer him, finding various excuses for her unfaithful spouse. And the husband, yes... the husband called, came, wrote and was on duty at the door of the apartment. But Olga only cried and did not want to see him at all.
- So, did you at least talk? – I asked her once. She just shrugged her shoulders and roared again.
- It seems to me that if he starts talking, I will forgive him. You see, I really want to forgive him, and at the same time I hate myself for it. Does that really happen?
- I don't know.
In fact, it was completely impossible for me to understand how one could forgive. How can you understand. How to live with all this. But, as they say, giving advice in such a situation is a thankless task.

It all ended as suddenly as it began. Olga called me and somehow guiltily said that she had made peace with her husband.
- You know, he came to me with such a huge bouquet of roses. He cried, begged for forgiveness, said that it was an accident, but we had quarreled quite often before. And yes, I understand everything, don’t tell me anything, but, you know, I still love him. I can’t, you know, I just can’t finish it all. There just isn't enough strength. Such pain inside. Moreover, it hurts with him, and it hurts without him.
- The main thing is that you feel good, Ol!
- Who else would say how good this is? – she exhaled into the telephone receiver.
After that, we communicated somewhat rarely; there wasn’t enough time to chat. But in the city I met Olya and her husband and saw that the guys looked quite happy. There was no desire to get into their souls.

And two years later, Olya confidentially told me that she was expecting a child.
“You know,” she told me, barely holding back tears. “I can probably only now say that I really have forgiven.” Before this, whenever there was a disagreement, I wanted to pack my things and run away from him. It was disgusting both from him and from myself. I saw every woman as a threat. And then I somehow realized that someday I would go crazy with such a life and I had to decide something. And I decided...
Olya touched her stomach with her hand and, unable to bear it, began to cry:
- You know how he talks to me. And before that I was running around, but now I’m completely mad with happiness. I really want to believe that we will succeed.
To be honest, I myself now really want to believe in it. Anyone can make a mistake, only a few can correct, let alone forgive.

Cheating is a complicated thing and everyone has their own attitude towards it. To forgive or not to forgive is a personal matter for everyone. But, if you decide to give it a chance, then give it honestly - sincerely forgetting about it once and for all. And who knows, maybe this will be the right decision in your life?!

I have a friend, let's call her Masha. Masha is already in her early 30s, and she has been living with a man 20 years older than herself for 10 years. She once hoped to have children with him, but he already has children of Masha’s age and is not very interested in this. But that's not what the story is about.

Masha is a very hospitable person, she constantly receives guests, and leaves some of them overnight. And one year and a half ago, a guest from out of town lived with them for some time. Well, she lived and lived, everyone forgot. And somehow by chance Masha’s man, let’s call him Misha, left his contact page open and went to the shower. It was then that curiosity arose in Masha, which sometimes plays out in many people. And she found out that during the life of this girl at their home, Misha managed to cheat with her both right and left, and then the communication continued on social media. networks and on all her subsequent visits to the city. True, for some reason she no longer stayed with Masha. Where they met remained a mystery. But Masha threw a hysteria and scandal, cried a lot, packed her things, but for some reason was in no hurry to run to her room in the communal apartment. By some miracle, Misha managed to persuade Masha to forgive him at the suitcase stage. Although they began to sleep in different rooms, the intimacy in their lives did not decrease, apparently there was enough “rabbit” in Misha for everyone.

Time has passed, and this story seems to have been forgotten. And a year and a half later, Masha had to go into the personal account of Misha’s mobile operator. Misha needed to find out something, but he himself is not computer friendly. And off we go! The same unknown number, SMS after SMS, call after call, while the most active correspondence was carried out from home, when Masha was in the next room or in the kitchen, minding her own business. Masha decided to investigate. And I called this number from someone else’s phone. I heard a young female voice and was convinced of my suspicions. I decided to get close to the most hated object at that time - Misha’s phone. Mysteriously, Misha kept his phone with him all the time and carried it in his pocket everywhere. When Masha finally managed to get to him, it turned out that the phone was clean, like a baby. No calls, no texts, nothing. This story is not over yet, it is now in full swing. One thing is certain. Masha yelled at Misha again, cried again, and expressed everything. They don't talk. But she didn't go anywhere again. She will forgive him again. And he will change again. This story is as old as time. And we, her acquaintances, can only sympathize with Masha’s indecisiveness and chide her for her low self-esteem, which does not allow her to leave the one on whom “the best years of her youth” were spent.

The main rule of my life is never to meddle in someone else's life. Do they cheat on each other, don’t break up, fight, and so on? Still, don’t interfere, because this is their life, and I personally shouldn’t worry about other people’s relationships. Although before I didn’t think so at all and believed that everyone should be faithful to each other, otherwise why be together at all.
Does cheating mean not respecting your choice? Is it really? Female infidelity - is it different from male infidelity? Why in the modern world do we encourage male infidelity in every possible way, saying: “Mmm, handsome! Macho!" And we hiss at the woman’s: “Whore, you don’t deserve to live, what kind of mother will you be?” And I'm not exaggerating at all now.

Fast forward to a few years ago? It seems that my thinking was clear, and my thoughts were pure and immaculate. I look into his eyes, drown in them and clearly know (as it seems to me) that this is my man, and we will be together for a very long time, I can already imagine what I will name our children, how and where our wedding will take place, how long it will be there are guests on it and so on. A year passes, and I learn about his betrayals, so vivid and numerous. Pain, tears and heart treacherously shrinks. Gritting my teeth, I forgive him for this, because he just stumbled, it seems to me, and this will not happen again, he promises me this and swears with everything he can. But you know, if a person (not necessarily a man) once takes the “wrong” path, then it is hardly possible to get off this drug, drive and adrenaline. He continued to fuck everything that moved, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Do you think - one asshole in your life, and you have already started cuckolding your future men? No. I’m probably a magnet for guys like this, since the next three relationships didn’t end with me cheating. And each time I became more and more apathetic than I could have been under other circumstances.

I came to an interesting conclusion - either you cheat, or you cheat. Choose for yourself what situation you want to find yourself in. But know only one thing - men think with their dicks, not with their heads. Perhaps your current betrothed, of course, is not like that. Then you are very lucky, because he simply hasn’t burned down yet, believe me, I know what I’m talking about.

Over time, I stopped being the one who gets cheated on. I became the one who cheats and a little bit of the one with whom they cheat. While you think that your husband is late at work, your man gives me a ride home, kisses me on the lips and says: “Baby, see you soon.” I go up the stairs, open my apartment and am already greeted by my man, who prepared dinner while I was late “at work,” cleaned the apartment and put on another movie to download. Have I switched roles with my man? Perhaps, but I still don’t care about this, because I remember my conclusion - either you are deceiving, or you are being deceived.

The first betrayal... how did it happen? Why did I go to her and how did I feel at that moment? If you don’t specifically strain your memory, you won’t even remember, but I’ll try.
My boyfriend at that time went on vacation without me (after all, “darling, I need to rest, I’m so tired”), and I was left alone. No, I didn’t run to change him immediately as soon as I put him on the plane. But one day I tried to catch a taxi, and a handsome young man gave me a ride. A conversation ensued, we exchanged phone numbers, but I warned him right away: “We won’t have anything, I have a young man.”

He understood everything, but nevertheless continued to write and call, asking how I was feeling, whether I was dressed warmly, whether I had eaten today and what my mood was. Meanwhile, my beloved returned from vacation, and I met a wall of indifference on his part. We lived together, but it seemed that we were united only by our shared living space. Either he or I - we found fault with each other, resentment was seething and in the end I left. Sitting down on the cold kitchen floor and opening a bottle of whiskey, I cried. “That’s all,” I thought at that moment. I didn’t want anything, and I didn’t know what would happen next. The one who cared through SMS called and the one who, having heard tears, arrived half an hour later.

Yes, we officially broke up with the young man, but I still consider sex to be my first betrayal on that very day when I was sitting in the kitchen and crying, and that guy came and took me to his place. Have we met him again? Yes, and more than once.

Remember the moment in the series “Betrayal” when Dasha and Asya sit and discuss why Asya still has someone else besides her husband?
- I sleep with other men not to cheat, but to sleep with other men. You see, cheating is generally like that... a side effect...
- I don't understand! What does this give you?
- Orgasms, Dash.

A lot of time has passed since the first betrayal, many men and many... orgasms. After playing in relationships for a couple of months, I get bored with everything and don’t want to look at my “native face”. I register on dating sites and begin to lead a double, or even triple life. Yes, I am polygamous, and in modern Russia this is not normal (but in other countries, perhaps, they are loyal to this). For the last six months, I even have a personal sexologist-psychotherapist, with whom I even managed to sleep, but he just throws up his hands and says that the problems are in my mind. There was just a man who broke me completely and now I take revenge in the way I love. And I know who he's talking about. This man was my ideal and no, he did not cheat on me. But we couldn’t be together, although I dreamed about it for a very long time. The doctor says that when I truly fall in love again, then I will again put a taboo on cheating and will be faithful, caring and homely. In the meantime, I have to lead a double life with a man whom, as I understand, I do not love.

“I will never change”... “I will never forgive betrayal” - probably, such thoughts flashed through everyone at least once. And, as a rule, everyone firmly believes that this will happen. But a person assumes, and... well, you know.

And situations are different. I will tell you about a real case of a person close to me.
They met when he came to her city on business. The relationship developed quickly, and soon relatives and friends were already congratulating the newlyweds and were touched by what a beautiful couple they were. A couple of years later, a son was born, and from the outside it seemed that they had just an ideal young family. Both were well-mannered, pleasant to talk to, did not make scandals, were not fans of entertainment... In general, one got the impression that they were absorbed exclusively in family matters. But this was only “from the outside.” Three years after the birth of her son, it was a bolt from the blue: she found out about his infidelities. And immediately, an unconditional decision: divorce.

All the same friends and relatives were shocked - how could this be, because they were an ideal couple. they didn’t quarrel, he was not a wanderer, she was a housewife... But it turned out that this was the root of everything that happened. He had one explanation: “everyday life is stuck.” He could not live in a regime: only work and home. He began to get stressed out when discussing such things as “what to cook for dinner” (as a rule, he didn’t care, but for the sake of decency he supported such conversations), “what other important things to buy for the apartment” and the like. No, he was completely, not absolutely against it, but besides this, he wanted to talk about something else, go for a walk, meet with friends, and at least sometimes have a “personal day” for his own business. She... she was really very “homely”, and believed that since they had a family, then everything else was not just secondary, but completely superfluous. She tried to be a good, loving, caring wife, and almost literally blew away specks of dust from her husband.

But he couldn’t stand it. And he couldn’t do the honorable thing - say, even without looking him in the eyes (as they present it “beautifully” in films and books), but at least break off the relationship under any pretext. And he simply quietly received what he was missing - no, not some kind of pleasure. He needed something else - just something that was missing in a calm, measured life.

Overnight, for his friends (more precisely, his wife’s friends), for his relatives, he turned from an exemplary family man into a vile scoundrel. “How could he do this”, “this is low, vile”... everyone was perplexed by such a turn. And me too. This person has become unpleasant to me, and I cannot find any justification for such an act. He's a mean asshole, period.

But, to be honest, after that situation I began to wonder: what would I do, feeling like a bird in a cage, without the right to what is interesting and close to me, if I was tired of such monotony... What if I couldn’t stand it either would (and in fact, perhaps this would happen). And I would have the courage to take a decisive step (to be honest with everyone), realizing that, for the sake of a fleeting impulse, excitement and a dose of adrenaline, I would have to forget about a calm family life, and even face new problems (with housing, financial and others) ...
I am sure that I will never change... but many were also sure...

From the editor : the topic of betrayal is complex and, unfortunately, very familiar to many... We tried to simply tell our stories without instructive or condemning intonations. Well, it’s up to you to draw conclusions. Tell us in the comments how you feel about cheating, could you “hypothetically” forgive or find an excuse for someone who cheats?