I was the one who got cheated on.

It sucked. I really loved that girl like 80% of the time, but the other 20% she was a total psycho/treated me like trash.

I was suspicious that something happened after we had a real huge fight and she didn't come home one night. She claimed she was with her friends; I come to find out later that it was a lie. She hooked up with some random military guy she met on Tinder.

How did I find all of this out? She checked her email on my laptop and accidentally saved her login.

I didn't kick her to the curb immediately. I tried to get over it and be the better person. Kept thinking about it and pieces started to fit together more in my head. For years, her friends were always subtly warning me about her, saying things like "good luck with _her name."

It wore away my soul. Seriously.

It's bad enough having it happen at all, but trying to make things work while simultaneously being lied to and manipulated is a whole different story. It's like epically depressing.

Eventually I just decided I couldn't let it hang over my head anymore. I told her I knew. She flat out denied it, so I brought up the guy's name. She actually got this crazy look in her eyes like I was in the wrong. I told her to move out asafp, she left. Didn't come home that night. Big surprise.

There's actually way more... It gets way way worse.

She tells everyone that we know that I cheated on her. She creates this story that she caught me trying to hook up with a girl via social media, and blah blah blah. Everyone feels terrible for her. I'm completely ostracized by her friends and family.

Satan is real. I've dated her.