9 years... Nine fucking years. My love, my devotion and it all ends with a bang(lol).
Background: Me and my gf have been living together for the last five of nine years, she is the only woman I have ever slept with and no I do not have oneitis... I simply thought that I had found someone with whom I could spend my life if I acted properly...
To be honest she has massive daddy issues that I always used to my advantage, being older by 4 years and initiating our relationship when she was 17 and I was 21. Now shes 25 and I'm 29 and I suppose I have faltered.
I discovered TRP when we were having relationship problems a few years ago and have pledged myself since then to become a better and better man, and goddammit I have succeeded.
Story: My gf works for the local city school district and therefore has long periods of uninterrupted paid time off. Her birthday falls into this summer break and she decided to go to her mothers house on Marthas vineyard to celebrate. It is after all beautiful. A few days after she arrived there I recived a text message saying I should call her asap. I did, and she revealed to me that she got really reaaaallllyyyy drunk and ended up waking up in bed with an acquaintance from the island. Fully clothed, and nothing happened apparently... this line of "nothing happened" set off an alarm bell and I knew I couldn't let it lie. Having rooted her phone previously I knew I could gain access with a simple piece of software if I could sneak it in, which I did and won't waste time with the details of how, but what I found was damming.
They were sharing naked pics and talking about how it would be "his turn to cum..." when they met up tonight.
I called her and did not reveal what I knew, I simply told her that I knew she was lying and that I wanted the truth. I repeated that line for about 20 mins until she caved and told me that she had sex with him and that those other texts were sent while she was drunk( alcoholism runs in her family and is being used a scapegoat here). I hung up on her drank half a bottle of jack and am now contemplating my next move. I walked straight to work and explained the situation to my boss who was sympathetic and I now have the next five days free.
I need help... I don't know what to do now. My best friend and confidant, my partner in life has betrayed me. I am lost at sea without a paddle. What do I do?
I am about to call the 'other' man and threaten his life because phone calls cannot be legally recorded, only text messages. The urge is strong, and I train in amateur MMA as a result of my time on TRP and I am not bad, so my threat will not be empty.
I don't know how updates work on reddit, so I don't know if anyone will actually see this, but I wanted to write it down anyways.
I made mistakes:
I sent a slew of resentful texts and messages, I drank til I was blacked out, I blamed chad.
I did not call him.
I did not go see her when she came back to town.
I have not spoken with/texted her since.
We had a lease together that ends in November, so I was worried about that, but through my lines of communication with her family, I know that she takes major responsibility and has legally had the rest of the lease brought into her name even though neither of us will be living there.
I am staying with family right now, and it's good to have a support network.
My apartment was completely emptied of possessions(those I didn't break or smash during my drunken stupor) by her family and I lost ALOT of my shit. Over half my wardrobe and many personal possessions. But I could not be there to see her and her family. It would have been bad.
I also didn't know they were throwing everything into the trash(I was a BB looking back on it, I paid for the apartment and utilities and fun times even though she had a job) or I would have had someone go save my shit...
Things can be replaced far more easily than my own self worth and I don't know what I would have done if I had seen her.
That being said I know I need time for recuperation.... But my idiot brother, being a BB himself right now(big time, thats a whole new post) decided what I needed was a date.
I went and she's this fucking cute 9/10 21 year old college senior 5,2 100-110lbs c cups and no life experience.
I did the date and it was fucking weird and awkward(9 years, no practice). Honestly it was worse because I could see that my brother really REALLY wants to fuck this chick(date was being held at him and his gf's house). I guess he just wants me fuck her so he can live a sad vicarious dream...
Well, I bombed and everyone went home awkwardly, yet the next morning I get a text from this chick saying she somehow had 'fun' and wanted to know if I ever wanted to hang out again...
She wants me to chill with her tonight and I just don't fucking know....... I'm sure I'll fail, but I've never been one to stagnate. I like moving foreword.
Do you think I should deal with my emotional shit alone? Or should I attempt a notch in my belt this soon? Even if it does end in failure...