When I was cheated on the first time, I thought we could make it work. It didn’t. Thought I would break it off immediately if it happened again (with another partner)… tried to make it work again. It didn’t.

I like to think that I’ve learned enough to end it next time it happens, but who knows until it happens. Feelings are a weird thing and I think I had to see those times out to realize that I’m happier on my own rather than putting up with a cheater. As someone else mentioned, sometimes it’s a slow breakdown and it’s absolutely awful. But there’s always a new day, and eventually so many new days will have passed that it doesn’t hurt as much as it did.

As far as the circumstances went, the first boyfriend I found out through a friend and the second boyfriend told me himself. The impression I got was that it was weighing too heavily on his mind and he wanted me to resolve him of his guilt. Selfish dudes.