14. Hidden away
I never quite walked in on them having sex but a few years back, I was coming home from a week long, out of province course. I came back a day early and walking into my house, every trace of me was hidden. Calendars with my writing, pictures that are normally on the wall and beside the bed, my perfumes, makeup and shower stuff – everything. I opened our bedroom closet and everything that appeared to have vanished was chaotically shoved in there. I had an inclination my ex-boyfriend was cheating for a while but suppressed the fear way, way down – that day, doing that was no longer possible, and I left.
15. Her fault
I dated a pretty girl for 3 months from my college classes.
One night I had to attend a committee party for my society and I told her I’d be late back to the dorm so I gave her my room card and left to go to the event which was about 20 minutes away from campus.
At around 8 pm, I left early because truth be told, I wanted to go back and sleep with my girlfriend so I left 2 hours before the event ended. So I’m walking towards my dorm block and I remember I left my phone next to my bed so naturally I walked over to the dorm reception and asked for a spare room card so I could open the first set of doors and knock on the second (four single rooms within a bigger living room for each dormitory).
So I unlock the entrance door and as I’m walking towards my door, I can hear faint moaning. I remember my throat immediately clenched and my mouth went dry because I knew everyone in my dorm quite well and I knew that they were single.
So the predicament arose when I was left with the choice of walking towards my door where the moaning sounds came from or leaving the dorm. I chose the latter but maybe half way down the corridor, I felt really angry and I walked back to my dorm and knocked on the door. The moaning obviously stopped immediately and a minute later, my ex-girlfriend comes out crying saying that she regretted everything and that I shouldn’t hurt the guy since it was her fault.
I pushed past her and went straight for the guy who was already fully dressed, pushing him into the wall and just as I was about to hit him in the face, I told them both to get out.
I’ve had trust issues ever since. Staying in that dorm for the semester also messed my grades up.
16. Payback
I was 17 years old living with my 18-year-old boyfriend. I had a job and he didn’t. About a year and a half into being in a relationship I came home early from work one day and found him and my supposed best friend in the bed I paid for. They didn’t notice me and I just backed out of the room. Went to his wallet on the bench and took his debit card and then went to a friends house. I called a furniture removal truck (he bought the couch and fridge) and used his card to pay for it. Organised it for the next day when I knew he would be out and while he wasn’t there I packed up all his stuff and put it in the truck as well as the couch and fridge. I gave the driver my “best friends” address to deliver it all at. I ended up getting a call from her asking why they were there and I said “well since you two want to sleep with each other, he might as well live with you.”
He called me and asked what was going on and I said the same thing I said to her and also to “lose my number, jerk.”
17. Sounds like a good drama
Not mine, but a physician at the hospital I work at once had his own medical practice. He fired one of his partners when he found out the guy was having an affair with a nurse at the hospital, reasoning that it was completely unprofessional and unacceptable. Fast forward a couple years and the same physician that fired a guy for messing with a nurse at the hospital ends up doing the same thing himself. His wife finds out and just happens to be one of the best divorce lawyers in the state. Guy shut his practice down to avoid having to give it to her. He works at a hospital a couple counties over now.
18. Into the night
Finally, a question that I can unload!
I had come home from working out of town and when I pulled up to the driveway there was an unfamiliar car parked in what would normally be where I parked. I didn’t think much of it and thought it might be my ex-wife’s sister. So I parked right behind it.
I walked in through the door, checked the mail and yelled that I was home. The bedroom door slammed shut and I still didn’t think too much about it as it was a few weeks before Christmas and thought they were wrapping presents. After a few minutes, I finally walked back to the bedroom and knocked on the door. My ex-wife yelled back and said, “just a minute”. After a few moments I knocked, and again was greeted with “just a minute” but this time there was a tone in her voice that made me believe something was up. I quickly reached up and grabbed the emergency key and unlocked the door. There was my ex-wife half naked and the French doors, leading to outside, were wide open.
I immediately started to interrogate her, asking her who is he, what’s his name. She wouldn’t give it up. I continued on asking and probing, over and over. She finally gave me his first name and refused to give me his last name. So I immediately got on the phone with a close work friend of hers and asked her friend if she knew his last name and what street did he live on. After obtaining this information I looked up his information and got his home phone number.
I called the number and told his wife, now ex-wife, what just happened. She said it couldn’t be true. I told her that if she wanted the license plate number from his car, I would give it to her. At that time she finally realized that what I was saying was true and she asked for my phone number and said she would call me in the next day or two. After I hung up the call, I gathered up his belongings, shoes, and shirt, put them on top of his car, moved my car (I had him blocked in) and yelled out into the darkness of night and told him by name to “get the heck out of here”. About ten minutes later I heard his car start up and he left.
19. Oh what fun
My 25th birthday present to myself was cutting him loose. I had suspected for a while that he had been cheating, but had never been able to prove it. We had a nasty confrontation with him texting another girl, but he turned the situation back on me and made me feel guilty for even suspecting him. Dude was a master manipulator. When I was on my own and re-analysed the situation, I realized what he did, and decided that to prevent that kind of manipulation again, the next time I confronted him it would be with solid evidence. So I start putting out feelers among our mutual friends, and one day one of them contacts me and says he has a recording of him bragging about his sexcapades. His condition for passing it on to me was that my ex could never know how I got my info. By happy coincidence, this dear friend finally relinquishes the recording on my birthday, and I decide even though I can’t use the recording to confront my ex directly, I cannot continue even one more day in this situation.
So I call him (the jerk had not even called to wish me happy birthday by this point) and tell him I have irrefutable evidence that he has been cheating on me, and that if he wants to find out how I know, he has to give me the name of the girl he cheated on me with. He didn’t know that I knew the girl’s name already, so he “uhm’s” and “aahs” for a while and finally confesses. But gives me a different girl’s name and details about when it happened. So by this point, I know of at least 2 girls he cheated on me with. I’ll never know how many times he was unfaithful in the course of our 4-year relationship. Marched straight to a clinic for STD tests the next day. What fun.
20. Naked
Caught her in the back of MY car with another guy. I didn’t have to do much, he ran like hell once he saw me and she didn’t say much. I made her walk home naked from there.
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