I am married, have a child, and everything is the best with us. And I hope, due to my own life circumstances, I will never have to write here. She would never be able to forgive betrayal - under any circumstances. And I'm not going to change either. But, oddly enough, in life I still had to constantly deal with this in the face of relatives and friends.
The first story happened long before I met my husband. I talked to a large group of people whom I had known for many years. And there was a guy among us who took care of one of my girlfriends for 3 desperate years. They once met, but something did not work out. And since then, the thought has not left him that she is his one and only, beloved woman. She was skeptical of him, closer than a meter, even as a friend she did not let him. And everyone was sure that there would never be anything between them again.
But one day I found out that he still achieved his goal. They almost immediately began to live together, in the house of her parents. Everything was fine, it developed rapidly, and after some six months he proposed to her. She agreed, but they decided to postpone the 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 leave for Kyiv for the weekend. He couldn't go with her. And what do you think? This one, it would seem, is head over heels in love and the most devoted person in the world on the same day in the evening he got drunk like a beast, and by some stupid accident I was left alone with him in a closed car. We were going to visit as a group. We still did not have time to approach, but by chance we met with him and his friend, whose car was, met earlier. This unfortunate driver locked us in a wheelbarrow, and he went home, supposedly for 10 minutes, to take some things.
I knew that nothing bad could happen. I have known this man for a very long time, and we have always had friendly relations. We drank a glass of beer, talked on various topics, and in the conversation I didn’t even notice how he threw his hand on my waist and leaned on his elbow. What followed was a nightmare. He molested me so fiercely, and in a state of shock I jumped all over the car from him and only shouted: “Julia (the fictitious name of his girlfriend) will find out about everything.” And he could only answer: “But Yulia is not here!”
I couldn't get out of the car. It only remained to threaten him that now I would start shouting very loudly: “Help, they are raping!”. And some company of women with children and a couple of men were sitting not far from the car, it was already dark. He, without thinking twice, 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 about anything, although now I understand what was needed. However, shortly after this incident, they still broke up. He was very ill, and she cooled down. “Well, serve 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 then only recently broke up with a man with whom she lived for 2 years in civil marriage. To say that Masha (a fictitious name) was very bad is to say nothing, and we just had to go to visit where her ex-husband lived not far away. In general, they drank, ate, talked. There were acquaintances and not. The last to come were two guys we didn't know, friends of the owner of the house.
One of them was a very arrogant and impudent type (let's call him Maxim). My fairly tipsy Masha almost immediately fell into a skirmish with him. They argued long and tediously with and without censorship. Somewhere in that moment I had to urgently run home, and I learned everything that followed from the words of Masha. In general, having drunk very much, she went to wash herself with cold water in order to somehow come to her senses. Without any warning, this same Maxim went 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 hospital, and here she is somersaulting with him. After this conversation, the two of them were “kicked out” into the street under the pretext that it was already 7 am, and no one had slept yet. We must disperse. This couple, leaving the house, went to drink a bottle of beer and talk. It turned out that he also knows Mashinoi ex-husband. Communicated before. As a result, this Maxim admitted himself that he was married, and said that he had never cheated on his wife in his life and was not going to. However, he would like her to become his mistress. She refused, condemning his act, and left. After, as I know, this Maxim tried to find her, to communicate. And searched through me. But nothing came of it. Here is such a vile person caught.
The third story will be shorter. About my cousin (Anya, suppose), who could not decide between the two men she fell in love with. She met both of them almost in the same month. With one she talked for a very long time, corresponded. And with another, a relationship began, 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 with the first one, they just decided to chat live. We found a lot in common, liked each other, at least as people. They did not stop talking, 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 the moment when she seriously quarreled with the guy and asked this married man for a little help in order to meet and just chat. It was night, he called her a taxi to his work. And he rented a two-story office in the city center for work.
They met, talked, cried at their betrothed-mummers to each other and, in the end, slept. He was ashamed, disgusted, mentally ill after that, and so was she. Nevertheless, their meetings became more frequent and continued for at least a year. He did not want to leave his family, because he said that he loved children very much and was afraid that his wife would take them and leave. And she did not want to part with her common-law husband, as she said that she loved him. She said she loved both. In the end, it's all over. They, apparently, gathered 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 in any way is not the same.
The fourth story is about my friend who changed men like gloves and cheated on each of them with her subsequent man, and all this was always explained by the fact that she really fell in love! She fell in love like this every 2-6 months. But once she came across a man (military), from whom she publicly snatched good ones in the city ... you know what. It was he who found out that when he was on business trips (short - from a week to a month), she cheated on him every time. And at least 3 people confirmed it. He was already thinking about the wedding and children with her, collecting money ... And then this!
In general, the result: publicly in the evening on an alley in the city center, he humiliated her with insults (“you are not a woman, but a fucking slut, an animal”), broke her phone, in which he found confirmation of betrayal at the same time, tore her clothes, in who she was, and pulled out a couple of hairs (he didn’t want to dirty his hands on her with a beating, but she hit him a couple of times and tried to run away, so he stopped her).
These are my life stories. Don't change your loved ones. Peace and love to all)
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It's about my younger sister. We are well over 30 years old. Each has its own family, husbands, children. We communicate periodically. We try not to get into each other's lives, but sometimes some events about my sister's life reach me. I almost accidentally found out from a colleague at work (or maybe not quite by accident) that my sister was cheating on her colleague's husband. This situation began to develop so quickly that I sometimes even lost the thread of events.
Almost 20 years life together the husband thinks that he has brought up a good and decent son. Even before marriage, I knew that. But she loved this man very much. And it was mutual. I decided to remain silent and say that he will soon become a father. But after the stroke suffered by her husband, she seriously thought, maybe it’s worth telling the truth or leaving everything as it is?
Before marriage, my current husband and I could often quarrel over trifles. Youth, irascibility, a sense of maximalism and so on led to the fact that I was often offended and left for my hometown to my parents. And in one of these quarrels, I made the most stupid mistake in my life. In the evening I got drunk with a friend and went to have fun in a nightclub to spite the guy. I met a boy. We talked and spent the evening and night together. In the morning I quickly packed my things and left. I was very worried, because I cheated on my future husband. But I didn't have the strength to admit it. And then I found out I was pregnant. Whose child is this? I thought. According to my calculations, both my boyfriend and that stranger could be the father. But with my beloved, we 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, a common business appeared. 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 bursting at the seams, and the blame lies with me. Now I will tell my real story in detail.
For fifteen years we loved each other and respected infinitely. My husband gave me gifts, took me on vacation and paid attention. I gave love and supported in endeavors. The family seemed exemplary. I don’t know if he had women during his relationship with me, but it seems to me that he is not capable of deception. My family loves it, especially my mother. And I'm sure I have feelings for this man. All in all, 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 liberated. He is good with children. They love him too. Now life is divided into "before" and "after". The awakened conscience says that it is necessary to tell, but emotions do not allow. They say that the better a woman's life is, the more stupid things she does. This also applies to me.
I am 44 years old. I have loving husband(fifth in a row). This is my second and hopefully last official marriage. My husband has three children from his first marriage. They do not communicate with him after his departure from the family. They don't want to know me at all. I haven't been able to give birth. We are now all that we have each other. And now about that, and here my mother.
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 her grandmother. I lived with my dad for another year, ran to my mother and grandmother after school, but after she told me about her intimate relationship with another man, I could no longer just physically show my love for her. Problems and scandals began. My mother accused my father of turning me against her. It wasn't true.
A year later, in the middle of the school year, my mother packed my things, leaving the bare minimum (mostly winter clothes) and moved to another city. They decided that I would go with her. The 90s began. I went to 10th grade at a new school, made friends. Mom started making money. External life was getting better, while. Mom changed boyfriends, lost weight, began to compete with me, who is younger and more beautiful. She once said: “if you bring it in a hem, you yourself will solve your problems.”
Many have always responded with admiration when they heard that I have been married for 30 years. Our marriage was truly strong and reliable. I thought so. I got married at 21. A young girl who fell in love with her next door neighbor. He responded to me in return, and we started a family. First, our son Yegor was born, and then his brother Anton. We lived, soul to soul, understood each other perfectly. Sometimes I was even afraid that this was a dream, and it might end. And so it happened. Our boys have grown up and left us. We again remained together as then, even before their birth. We have become best friends and were looking forward to when the boys would 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 considerate as always. But he has changed in a different direction. My husband, for some reason, 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 birthday. Then, during the toasts, my husband said: "for the second youth." Too bad I didn't understand what he meant.
I lived with my wife for almost 12 years. Took her along with an eight-month-old baby. I began to take care of him like a son, since I can’t 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 in the center of attention and events. I liked that she shone surrounded by others.
We lived well and in full prosperity. I always made decent money, my family didn't 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 then 21 years old. 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 or didn’t understand something, since I was very young. They lived these three years with his parents 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 got out of the decree, started working, but he didn’t want to, you see, he was jealous of everyone, as a result, I worked for two months, and I had to leave, because he injured his arm and couldn’t really do anything himself. Time passed, I again went to work, but already to another, and he put up with it. The work is in plain sight, almost everyone sees me, but he, 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 kisses for sure, but for me this is also a betrayal. Disgusting attitude towards me, but I turned a blind eye to all this.
Before me, he was, roughly speaking, a womanizer. I met with two, three at once, I could kiss whoever I wanted, but this did not 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, devote more time to me. And so it is until now. But I have lost 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, but he can’t let go either, I live by some habits. The habit of calling in the morning and wishing Have a good day, the habit of reporting where I'm 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 it easier for me. We met, you can say children - he was 16, I was 20 years old. There was a crazy youthful love. We dreamed of our family, we wanted a child and our desire was fulfilled after a year and a half of our romance. He was still afraid that I would leave him, but I was not going to, I loved him very much. Of course, I had confidence in him as a husband and father, he vividly described how everything would be. But it turned out quite differently.
I got pregnant and his attitude towards me changed dramatically. I couldn't understand why. Immediately drew his parties with friends, girlfriends and so on. I worked to the last, so as not to be a burden on my parents. As a result, childbirth at 7 months, they took me to give birth from work. My beloved did not worry about finances at all. I was in the hospital for a month with a child, and he spent all this time celebrating with friends.
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 kisses for sure, but for me this is also a betrayal. Disgusting attitude towards me, but I turned a blind eye to all this.
Before me, he was, roughly speaking, a womanizer. I met with two, three at once, I could kiss whoever I wanted, but this did not 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, devote more time to me. And so it is until now. But I have lost 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, but he can’t let go either, I live by some habits. The habit of calling in the morning and wishing a good day, the habit of reporting where I'm 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 it easier for me. We met, you can say children - he was 16, I was 20 years old. There was a crazy youthful love. We dreamed of our family, we wanted a child and our desire was fulfilled after a year and a half of our romance. He was still afraid that I would leave him, but I was not going to, I loved him very much. Of course, I had confidence in him as a husband and father, he vividly described how everything would be. But it turned out quite differently.
I got pregnant and his attitude towards me changed dramatically. I couldn't understand why. Immediately drew his parties with friends, girlfriends and so on. I worked to the last, so as not to be a burden on my parents. As a result, childbirth at 7 months, they took me to give birth from work. My beloved did not worry about finances at all. I was in the hospital for a month with a child, and he spent all this time celebrating with friends.
I am a teacher and have been married for 5 years. This is my first early marriage came out (at 19). Has a son from his first marriage. The husband was good, there is nothing to say here, they just got divorced out of youth and stupidity. For the last year I was not very interested with him, I have a higher education, he does not, and even though he worked, earned money, everything was calm and peaceful with us, but I did not have enough communication with him. And so, for eight years, and this is the last year of our life together, I, being on maternity leave, in order not to forget my profile, foreign languages, registered on the site for pen pals, I wanted to find a girlfriend so as not to embarrass my husband once again , and do not forget the language, but ten guys answered. I could not get past one letter, the grammar was perfect, the interests are the same as mine, I really liked the letter, and I decided to answer. And then something happened that prompted us to start communicating, people from different worlds. In one minute and one second, we, he added, that since we have the same interests, we will always have something to talk about. At the same moment, we saw a coincidence in time, we communicated through the site, it became interesting, because it’s really incredible.
We met at work. The first time I ran into him was when he called me on work issues, although he was my boss, but not direct, but the head of the unit, so I never saw him.
I still remember how goosebumps ran down my body from his voice, only a year later I saw him for the first time, then we met again at the meeting, but only six months later, after this meeting, he found me in the social. networks and we started talking like friends. At that time I had been married for 18 years, I had two children - 15 and 17 years old. He was married for 12 years and had two children - 10 and 6 years old. Our online communication lasted 3 months, after which we met, and.
I have, with whom we have known since the university, we annealed together in our distant youth, and now we are friends with families. When I got married, my chosen one quickly got used to the women's team, and often spent time with us. Later, Yulia's husband Vitalik also perfectly entered our company, who over the years became not only a close friend, but also the godfather of my child. He is a wonderful person and the perfect family man.
After the decree, I helped a friend get a job in a large telecommunications company, where I myself had worked for several years. It did not cost me much effort, because the accounting department always needed fresh blood - my colleagues and I often joked. And although we had a purely female team, an extremely healthy atmosphere in the office was created by our chief accountant. A young, but at the same time very educated man, with the appearance of which one could boldly walk the catwalk, and not sit out his pants in the accounting department. Alexander Sergeevich skillfully managed a large department. And I have always respected him for his fairness and integrity. And although at first there was competition for the boss's heart in the office, it later turned out that he has a little daughter.
It all started with a banal acquaintance. I returned from the army, went to study and successfully got a job, in general, I started a stormy activity and tried to live like everyone else. I met my future wife for the first time with mutual friends. At first, they didn’t hook on to each other and didn’t even notice. Too different. I am a simple and open kind guy, and she is a closed gray mouse all in her books on philosophy and in her work. After that evening, we met several more times and also with the same mutual friends, but already on one business issue. After the last meeting, she already deeply sunk into my soul, heart and memory. I don’t know, probably, the long absence of a relationship affected, and just let it be a gray mouse, but very sweet, charming and feminine.
The time from dating to living together with an offer was about six months. Next, family life. Almost 5 years of idyll and a real paradise in everything. There was love, romance, intimacy, and then there was a turning point. I developed my business, she worked in a large company in an average position, lived on my money, but I don’t mind, because I also loved the standard program that a man should provide for his beloved woman and their family with children. In general, everything is like everyone else. Then there are upheavals at work, they merge two companies, change the vector of development and profile, and the company starts to go up. At some point, my wife begins to climb the career ladder with great speed.
We were introduced by our parents. A few days later he wrote to me that he wanted to meet. That's how our dating started. Without flowers and gifts. Sometimes somewhere something helped in the apartment. I can't say that I fell in love with him right away. Slowly I was conquered by something small. I can’t say about myself that I am a beauty, but he was very gentle. He was waiting for me to pass my exams in order to move to him, he offered me to transfer to study in his city. To be honest, I doubted for a long time. I passed my exams, went to my parents for a couple of weeks, during which time he moved all my things from my rented apartment to himself, returned from my parents immediately to him.
It so happened that upon returning I realized that I had been pregnant for several weeks. She was overjoyed, she told him. He was glad too. Glad as a phlegmatic, without any special manifestations of feelings. And by the way, he never told me that he loved me, reassured himself that some men love not with words, but with deeds. We have known him for a year and a half, of which we lived together in the same apartment for three months. Then he began to linger somewhere often. Didn't stay at home for a couple of nights. Suffered, suffered.
Six years ago I lived an ordinary life, wife, daughter, work, everything is like everyone else. At work, I was in good standing and I was offered a position, but I had no education, the authorities offered to graduate from some technical school. I didn’t particularly strive, since I started my own business along the way, and yet I thought about it and decided to go to study, entered and waited for a call for a session.
Once I drove one woman, who turned out to be a teacher from another technical school, we talked to her, she offered to study with them, I refused, what difference does it make where to study, literally a week later I met her again, and she again offered to go to study with them , said it was fate. I told my wife, my wife told me to transfer, especially since he was literally nearby in the neighboring village. Zhenya also offered to go to study with me, but she refused.
And then the first day of the session came, they gathered us in the audience, and there I saw her, a girl, looking at whom, I got the impression that I had known her all my life, although I was seeing her for the first time. To be honest, it even frightened me, since she was not even my type, I did not understand that I was drawn to her, my wife is a million times more beautiful, and a girl like my wife is now rare. In addition, she was also married.
I am 22 years old. A year ago I met my boyfriend. None of us will experience such love even once in our lives. We were at a distance for six months, lived together for 5 months. I moved to another city with him. Before that, I had one serious relationship that lasted almost five years. and, unfortunately, I didn’t have time to tell myself about it while I was trying to figure out what was happening to me in general. Said a mutual friend. Parting with the last guy was like a breath of fresh air, I suddenly realized that I was not loved and did not love myself. I don't think it was the right thing to do, but it helped me a lot.
My current young man was aware of everything that happened in my life. He didn't approve, but he understood. In the summer, while we were still at a distance, I met with someone with whom. Before that, we did not communicate, met for 10 minutes (I was not the initiator of the meeting), talked about nothing, I was convinced that I was madly in love with the current guy. After I told him everything, he took it as a betrayal, but he was sure that our crazy and unconditional love would forever help him accept and forget it.
Read stories about cheating wives own husbands always extremely interesting. In them, we learn to look at the situation of the characters from the outside, try on different roles, analyze and draw conclusions, try to learn life from the mistakes of others. But what if the stories about the unfaithful wife cease to be someone's story and become a reality? What makes women commit adultery and, most importantly, what feelings do they have to live with after that? What is treason - the beginning of a new or the end of the present?
Cheating is always seen in a negative way, no matter what circumstances precede it. This is not surprising, because it implies lies, resentment and betrayal, destroys relationships, breaks destinies, changes the characters of people. The betrayals of the representatives of the beautiful half of humanity are especially acutely perceived - they cause contempt, misunderstanding, and condemnation. When visiting forums with women's stories about cheating on her husband, you immediately come across uncompromising accusations and insults against the author of the post. Let's leave today all the prejudices, sighs and values familiar to us, and try to rationally look at the motives and possible consequences of adultery.
Arina Veselova, psychotherapist, family psychologist, shares real stories from her own practice about female infidelity.
Tatyana, 22 years old, married for 2 years, husband 26 years old, no children. “My husband is perfect - he will help with cleaning, he will take him to the cinema, and he will cook dinner. Fulfills all my whims, with him I'm definitely married. Sometimes he is too calm, but intellectually I understand that for family life this fits perfectly (I have seen enough of a passionate relationship from the outside, where you can raise your hand to your wife and offend - I definitely don’t want this). I'm graduating from college and I needed to make a big presentation of my project on the computer. I am not very friendly with technology (shame in the 21st century) at this level, so we started looking for a person who will help in this matter. The choice fell on his friend - a programmer. He has a girlfriend, I have a husband, so we all agreed to this freelance training without a shadow of a doubt. Anton (the name of the client's husband - psychologist's note) worked until late, and Kostya and I sat either with us or with him, and then my husband would join us after work. Once I came to Kostya, and he asked if I would drink beer with him, otherwise he was very tired. I agreed, but inquired just in case, maybe you need to come tomorrow, and let him rest today. He refused, assured that he just wanted to relax a little, besides, the contract is more valuable than money. We fiddled for about 20 minutes at the computer, then he began to show his pictures, turned on the music, and we started talking. On that day, the project did not go to the head, and the beer did its job. Suddenly Kostya asked if we watch adult films with Anton. I honestly answered that yes, it happens. Then he, without a second's hesitation, opened the folder and launched a video of intimate content. He just offered me, as if to his old friend, to check out the figure of a porn actress ... I did not dare to say anything and sat silently, watching the banal plot. Kostya was looking at me, I was looking at the monitor, but I could feel his breath directly. In general, the stars were so formed that everything happened to us with him. It was wild, passionate, I don't know what liberated me so - beer, film, secrecy or his assertiveness. That was our last meeting, in the case he practically did not help, but he filled me with some kind of strength, madness, fire. I feel uncomfortable in front of my beloved, but I'm not going to tell him anything. Our relationship with my spouse has strengthened, although maybe I'm just trying to make amends (I haven't figured it out yet). Would I do it again? Probably, yes, that's why that meeting was the last.
Victoria, 36 years old, married for 15 years, has two sons. “I work as a teacher, so I always devote a lot of time to my appearance. Igor (husband) approves of my desire for grooming, because I am the face of my class and I am not ashamed to become an example for growing girls. My husband is excellent - his money is in the family, I can spend my money as I like. And in everyday life an assistant, and in bed a lion, and as a father, no complaints. I never thought about betrayal, because I have no time, and I don’t want to spend energy on getting into contact, hiding what is happening. We met Vladimir in a restaurant when we celebrated the christening of the daughter of a good friend with a large company. Oh, it was hard to look away from him - big, self-confident, dressed to the nines, arrogant, but gallant. He came to dinner alone, in an expensive car, so it's no wonder that everyone devoured him with a look. Even then, the thought flashed through me that, probably, I would have changed with this, if I had considered such a prospect at all. After 2 weeks, I went on business and went to a cozy cafe in the city to drink coffee. Vova was sitting with a friend at dinner. He recognized me, immediately approached and behaved as if we had known him for a long time. He told me not to go anywhere, he would be right back. They left, but after 10 minutes he fulfilled his promise and arrived alone. We sat at a table and chatted for a long time. Volodya is a very interesting interlocutor, besides, he did not spare compliments addressed to me. I had to leave, and he directly asked when we would see each other again. I objected, because it’s one thing if the meeting happened suddenly, and the planned dates are not included in my plans, I’m still a married lady. He said “okay”, and even somewhere deep down I was upset. Two days later we ran into each other in a shopping center (I doubt it was an accident, although our town is really small). He came close to me, so that I could not breathe from his passion, and offered to leave for another city. For a day, on a business trip ... I agreed and immediately got scared! Why, why did I agree, how will I explain this to my husband and I do realize WHY I'm going there ?! “I can leave at any moment,” this thought calmed and gave strength. My husband took the news calmly, I often dangled to the regional center on business. I didn’t take the car, I said that I was going with colleagues. Yes, it was the most unforgettable 10 hours of my life. Vova has a big apartment there, so we enjoyed each other everywhere. I was fascinated and frightened by his strength and experience, such men only exist in books! He wanted to take me away from Igor, but I was not going to ruin anything. Yes, I am terribly pleased to be in the center of the universe (I feel exactly that way with him), but I cannot betray my family. Sometimes I want to tell my spouse, but I can't afford to hurt him. What about sons? They don't understand me at all...
Anya, 26 years old, married for 1 year. “My husband, Vitalik, practically does not put me in anything. Either I didn’t cook what he wanted, then in bed he wants more, then I need to gain a little weight. Infuriates! When I ask why he needs me like that, he says that he loves me very much, and there is nothing wrong with criticism. Allegedly, it is always necessary to accept comments from a loved one and a loved one with understanding, because he only wants the best for me! One evening his friends came, and he began to make fun of me in their presence. He said that I could feed sour borscht or fall asleep after the first glass of wine. It's a shame - it's not enough to say. I was so angry that I was ready to burst into tears. As a result, they got drunk, Vitalya trudged off to watch TV, and after 2 minutes he began to snore. One guy immediately went home, and the second lingered under the pretext of charging a little phone. He was so gentle, holding my hand and whispering that he would always appreciate a companion like me. We had sex right in the kitchen. I didn’t think about anything, neither about my husband, nor about betrayal, I just enjoyed it. The comrade left, and for a long time I could not sleep, I remembered his caresses. Before Vitalik, I'm not ashamed, it's my own fault. After a while (he again poked me at something), I told about what had happened, he was taken aback and did not even scream, as I expected. What will happen next, we have not yet discussed, we just parted.
Human nature is boundless in the knowledge of the unknown. Female adultery in three different variations had its own thread and led to a logical outcome. What can be said about these cases?
It was not in vain that I gave examples of real betrayals of absolutely different wives - with different characters, status and attitudes of the faithful towards them. Based on the above, is it possible to conclude that betrayal occurs only when the marriage is bursting at the seams? Absolutely not!
In the first story, where the wife cheated on her husband, the suppression of hidden desires and the girl's infantilism can be traced. She is comfortable with a calm spouse, but she is secretly ready to go on an adventure with any (reliable!) passionate man. She could leave when the person said he was tired and would drink beer, or when they were distracted from the project after 20 minutes, and, of course, she should have been indignant when a friend turned on the adult video. It was not alcohol that pushed her to have rough sex with a friend of a legal companion, he only “pulled out” everything that she lacked in her own marriage to the surface. From the woman's story about her betrayal, it becomes clear that this incident brought them closer to her husband, but, nevertheless, the wrong one does not exclude the fact of a repeated incident. In this key wording lies the wrong attitude of Tatiana to the family. What was the provoking factor - an unsuccessful parental example, the distortion of family values through authoritative people / books / films, previous bitter experience, is still unknown, but it is obvious that relationships in such torment will not last long.
Infantilism lies precisely in ignoring or hushing up their problems. The replacement of unsatisfied desires will never bring true pleasure. Learn to speak out your desires, overcome barriers and get rid of existing clamps.
The story, where an adult woman cheated on her husband with an influential person, only says that she loves to be in the spotlight, to feel that he is ready to put the whole world at her feet. Of course, each of us likes it, we love with our eyes and appreciate people by their actions. But after all, the husband also did things - he helped, drove to restaurants, was a wonderful lover and a caring father. Why did he fade into the background?
We all need a second wind sometimes. Who and where finds it depends only on our inner content. Apparently for Victoria, Vladimir just became that very second wind, youth, flirting, unbridledness. But with her mind, she understood that the family, the system that had been created for a long time, should not be destroyed. In such cases, a serious intrapersonal conflict develops, which, if not resolved, will end in severe depression, which can develop into chronic neurasthenia.
Tip: In the case of a conflicting desired and actual, you need to understand yourself in order to understand and accept your true motives. Do not be afraid to seek help from a specialist, so you will have a chance to remain not only happy, but also a psychologically healthy person.
As for the story where the wife tells her husband about how she cheated on him, everything is obvious there - the girl is ruled by unwillingness to continue further relationships. This can be veiled by various subtexts - click on his nose (they say, look, you make fun of me, and someone caresses), hurt (you like this, and I like this for you), etc. But the main idea of this story - Awareness of a failed marriage. I, as a specialist, usually fight for my family, if there is something to save. In this story, where the wife gave herself to another with her husband (even if sleeping), there is, unfortunately, nothing to fight for. Incompatibility of temperaments, disrespect, frustration, disagreement, mismatch of moral values, unwillingness to accept oneself and each other, work on oneself, deny one's mistakes, and so on - a bad basis for a happy union.
Can a husband be blamed for cheating on his wife? Indirectly, yes. But “I deceived you because you let me down” sounds somehow ridiculous, you must agree. Usually, I say that it’s good when such relationships end at a stage where the spouses still have nothing to share or the bitter realization has not come that you lived half your life somehow, not as you dreamed.
What can be said about female infidelity? Are they as weak, driven and defenseless as they seem? Of course not! We are endowed with natural strength, dexterity and intuition, we always know exactly where we are going and how our road will end. We are wise, therefore it would be wrong and incorrect to write off carnal pleasures on a combination of circumstances. Women are not hostages of the situation - that's a fact.
There are, for example, in my practice, and non-standard infidelity of the wife from the stories of eyewitnesses, where these eyewitnesses, in fact, are the husbands. It was with their consent that the sexual intercourse of the spouse and the person took place, which was carefully selected by the missus. Can this be called a change? No, it can rather be called the diversity of the sexual life of two adult, mature partners. Here, no one suppresses, does not force, does not blackmail anyone. Everyone saves their marriage and feeds their feelings exactly the way they want and feel. If this does not cause the other half of discomfort, moral trauma, pain and other negative emotions - why not?
In all the stories "How I cheated on my husband" you can see the unique story of each woman, not like the rest. There is only one conclusion to such stories - betrayal does not save from pain, does not rehabilitate relationships, does not glue families together, does not replace love. Cheating makes you feel guilty, corners, hurts, destroys. If you are experiencing dissatisfaction in marriage, do not rush to dive into the arms of another. I assure you, you will get a lot more problems than before! Someone else's bed nourishes illusions, but usually ends in emptiness. Be happy!
Recently I came across a site where people write their cheating stories. I sat there all evening and decided to collect a few that I especially liked. And if you want more stories (or want to share your own), check out this site. I warn you, you will get stuck!
“I cheated on my husband with his older brother. As a result, I divorced the younger one and became the wife of the older one. True, for this we had to move to another country.
“I recently got married and work as an accountant at a factory. One day my boss called me to his place, locked the door, forced me to drink cognac and forcibly fucked me. I'm ashamed, I don't know what to say to my husband.
“I somehow came to help my friend to help change the pipes, taking a vial with me. A friend drove off for details, and I stayed with his wife, the godmother of my children. We continued to drink, and at some point my hands were under her dressing gown. It all ended with a blowjob.
“I once cheated on my girlfriend with my cousin! Her husband called me and asked me to pick her up drunk from the bar and bring her home. There she attacked me, and I could not resist.
Sergey, 27
“My boyfriend is very jealous, because of this we constantly quarreled and almost broke up in New Year. Then he got drunk and called me a whore. I got tired of it, and I took a bottle of whiskey and went to a friend. We reconciled the next day."
“I cheated on my boyfriend on vacation in Italy. It would seem a banal holiday romance. But the whole horror is that during the betrayal, my boyfriend was in the next room.
“The fact that I cheated on my husband after 10 years of marriage, I let slip in a dream. Apparently, in such colors she said that in the end we got divorced.
“My husband wants me to cheat on him myself. He himself chooses partners for me and we leave for the country, where he spies on us. I understand that I'm a pervert, but I love it!
“And my husband left me for another man. I don't know how to feel now."
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