I Cheated On My Girlfriend and I Told Her (Thoughts and Advice?)
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[I]The Blogpunch sub-forum appears to be missing so if anybody wants to add their own stories we can all share advice and some ideas on our own relationship troubles.[/I]
[B]It's a long read, explains events and my feelings about things.[/B]
When I started high-school I was very much your stereotypical nerd and outsider. I had unkempt long hair, headphones to isolate the world outside me, alternative interests and generally a socially awkward failure. I've always been attracted to the idea of a relationship. While friends of mine were bragging about the amount of girls they 'scored' and whatever that meant I was just in need of somebody to talk to, care for, and that lovely stuff. In the eleventh grade I met a girl in my semester one Media class named Maddie. She was one of those AP kids on top of their studies, but never really into much else. At the moment I couldn't really say anything about her other than looking decent. Maddie and I got grouped together for a project on recent media trends. We had some standard talk about the assignment and surveyed the list of trends to present on. We decided to do hipsters because, hey, why the fuck not?
As we worked on the project in class during work periods I got to interact with Maddie more and learn more about her. Her interests, her aspirations, her favorite Pokemon. Maddie was a gamer! Our love for video games became a basis of discussion in that media class. At that point I guess we could have been considered friends, but I think I knew deep down I had feelings for Maddie a little bit before that. I'm kind of a hopeless romantic and I always falls for the girls I interact with quite quickly. I never really acted on my feelings and I was always left wondering and disappointed. I roamed the internet for some advice on what to do. I was told to avoid the "friend's zone" and ask her out while we were in the stage of building a friendship. I manned up and I formally asked her out on a date to which I had the pleasure of hearing her reply, "yes". I'll get to the point here; we saw a movie and locked lips during the kissing scenes. I had a tingly feeling in my heart on the subway ride back home that night.
I've been dating Maddie since eleventh grade and things have really changed for me. We rubbed off on each other and all spheres of my life started to improve. Maddie brought up my confidence by tutoring me in most of my bad subjects in school (except for English haha...) and got me to work on living a healthy lifestyle. Maddie regularly went to the gym and was on the swim team. To be honest this was a surprise because the only visible sports team at my school are all the rugby players. Anyway I started getting into working out, and with intellectual and physical problems solved I proceeded to focus on the social. I was more comfortable talking with people now and I had more good friends. By the end of eleventh grade I did tons of teenager things I wanted to do. I got a girlfriend, smoked weed for the first time, got drunk, made love for the first time (Was not as awkward as people say)
This is a story about me cheating on my girlfriend right? Well here is where things fall apart.
I love Maddie, I really do. She did so much for me and there was still a part of me that wanted to date other girls. However I could not bring myself to end it with Maddie because we were so close we not only girlfriend and boyfriend, but best friends. At the beginning twelfth grade I was seated next to a girl named Sarah in my AP World History class. I've known Sarah since elementary school and she was always beautiful, and bright, but she was also unpleasant and mysterious. Sarah had this ability to make you feel like you were beneath her and being excluded from the full story of whatever she was talking about. I had a crush on Sarah, but what was I to do about this? Instinctively I made fun of Sarah's long red hair, and her freckles to keep myself devoted to loving Maddie. Sarah was really beautiful, and I had a thing for gingers to be honest. Eventually semester one finished and I never saw her for a good month. However I knew I would see her again.
Maddie, Sarah, and I were signed up to go to a trip to a Guatemalan orphanage over the March break along with 17 other students from our school. We left early before the break started because we were spending a full 10 days there. The whole process was exciting, I never traveled with people other than my parents. I knew this was going to be a fun and changing experience. I had tons of fun with kids in the orphanage. It's funny how you can build a bond with other even though there is a clear language barrier, the kids were so sweet and we all loved each other's company. During our nights we had free time and most of it was spent with half our group looking at the stars in a circle while our friend Evan played songs on his acoustic guitar. The other half was playing soccer a few meters away with the Guatemalan kids up way past their bedtime. Other than the friends I already had I never really was able to interact with the other students. You might call them the "popular kids" tons of them were in student government, plus the vice-principals daughter. Evan effortlessly made friends and was admired by the girls of our group for his Tumblr friend song catalog of the Beatles, Adele, and Taylor Swift. I guess it was normal to feel this way, but whenever I saw Sarah look at him I felt unnerved.
During the trip Maddie and I tried to show less public affection so the teachers would not give us trouble, this would allow us to interact more without arising suspicion from teachers. It did not work as intended, I started to feel isolated on the third day. Isolated from my girlfriend who stuck to her best friends, and my guy friends who made new friends with the way of the guitar or soccer skills. I was alone in a country in Central America and there I dived into introspection during the nights of free time. I realized something on the fourth night, I loved my girlfriend as a best friend, but couldn't break her heart. She would be devastated if I dated another girl. On the fifth night I was talking a walk alone by the school building and crossed paths with Sarah. I was thinking about this situation with Maddie and how to deal with it. I did not look happy and Sarah saw through me. She asked if I was alright. I explained everything to Sarah and told her my true feelings about her. She always was antagonistic to me because I pushed her away, but she shared my feelings. We stood there looking at each other pondering this revelation. We shared a few kisses under the staircase, but I felt a sharp pain and stopped. This was wrong, I didn't love Maddie in that way anymore, but I was cheating on her. It felt wrong. I did not speak to Sarah for the remainder of the trip.
Me and Maddie went back to the usual hanging out, and doing the daily routines like the gym or studying. It felt so fake to me, I could not muster up the courage to break up with her. I cherished her as a great friend, a great friend I betrayed in my hour of isolation back in Guatemala. My 18th birthday was approaching soon and I felt like I need to ended it, before she did something nice for me. I called up Maddie for walk to the park and we sat uncomfortably at a bench. This is where I explained everything. I told her about how I felt about our relationship, and what happened between me and Sarah in Guatemala. Maddie was devastated not because I was breaking up with her, but because I had betrayed her trust. She left me sitting on the park, unsure about our friendship. It was not all bad, I thought about Maddie and I finally realized she was a strong person and I was wrong to think she needed me. She could handle the break-up, maybe even more-so because I cheated on her.
I gave Sarah a ring and told her about ending it with Maddie. Sarah was not clearly not enthusiastic about me ignoring her for quite some time. Stupidly I asked if she wanted to get together. She rejected me because she was feeling guilty about the whole cheating situation, and she did not want to be seen as a relationship wrecker around the school. I told her, "sorry" and promptly hung up. I was isolated again, the girl I liked had rejected me, and the girl closest to me left probably hating me. I wandered downtown for the rest of the day and into the night. I did not think about anything. I had just been walking aimlessly. The time now was well past 3AM. I took a moment to think about my parents, they never gave me a call all day. I would expect my mom to give a worry call at about me at 9:30 and I would give my standard response asking her to stop calling. My dad didn't really care and knew I could take care of myself and that I was probably sleeping over at a friends house drunk on his floor. My dad probably convinced my mom not to call this once, I never really thought about how much I appreciate that man.
I was tired of walking and I remembered there was a hidden art piece hidden downtown called "The Secret Swing" it was a swing built in an alley between two close buildings. I knew it was located in popular graffiti spot so I walked a few blocks and made my way into the alleyways. Downtown was pretty deserted and of course nobody was here in the side streets and alleyways. I walked down the dark alleys till I hit a dead end with a tall fence. I pressed my face to the fence to look on further. There it was, the secret swing! On the other side of the fence... Oh well I thought, it was probably a good time to head back home. I turned around and a few meters away was a dark outline of a man. He walked toward me and I not feeling the whole getting cornered into a tall fence situation by some stranger I walked toward him and would attempt to pass him by the side. We finally approached close proximity of each other. He was a gruff looking man, and suspiciously kept moving. In a groggy voice he said, "give me your money." Probably a drunk. He quickly pulled out a pocket knife and waved it around. I jumped back and quickly surveyed the situation. My heart started racing and the adrenaline was pumping. He approached closer and I kept moving back. I trained at the gym three times a week, but I was never prepared in a street fight, let alone knives. He dashed at me knife forward and I edged backward. The man fell down face first and dropped his knife. I quickly darted for it and pocketed it. I dropped to my knees and started punching his face wildly till he could not move. The adrenaline pumped through me so hard it felt amazing. I rolled him back over on his stomach and began to pull down his pants. I unbuttoned my jeans I took out my penis. I jammed it into his rear and tried to penetrate him. I keep trying to insert the tip inside him, but it just would not go in and it began to hurt my foreskin. I eventually gave up, pulled up my own pants and went home.
That night, as I was falling asleep, I stared up at the ceiling and wondered about the nature of man. I thought about what I did, and if that had made me a good person or a bad person, and then the thought crept in, suddenly, that there was no higher purpose, no proper path, and that in 50,000 years we would all be dust, and none of this would have ever mattered. I became very scared and worried. Without any guidance, how would I ever know what to do? How would I know who to be? Would I be victim to my instincts and passions for all my life? Was breaking up with Maddie the thing to do? Was I selfish in pursuing Sarah? I don't know the answers to these questions, but I knew for sure that I would never cheat on anybody again. I was wrong to betray Maddie's trust, and nobody should ever feel that.
[highlight](User was banned for this post ("stupid" - UberMensch))[/highlight]
You should drop them both and hook up with the guy in the alley, even if he seems a little too good for you.
Had me till the end of the second-last paragraph.
Wait, you raped someone who was trying to rob you.
That's an odd turnaround
I think your lying, the second to last paragraph is where it got stupid.
I couldn't bother reading this. Then I thought this is a troll until the old man.
[QUOTE=drake;35493364] it began to hurt my foreskin[/QUOTE]
lol dirty barbaric uncircumcised freak
Wow dude, even maverick couldnt help you out.
You need jesus
[QUOTE=Stick it in her pooper;35493829]lol dirty barbaric uncircumcised freak[/QUOTE]
I dunno about the rest of you but having your cock mutilated by choice sounds more barbaric and freakish to me.
you almost had me until the second to last paragraph
nearly shed a tear until that shit came in
I expected you to fall in love with Maddie's mom.
Was hoping for Bel-Air or something. Disappointed.
So much potential, OP.
I must thank the OP for the hearty laugh he gave just now. I almost thought this was going somewhere.
So you dumped the girl you "loved", got rejected by a ginger, then tried to screw a guy in the ass?
Yep, you sound gay to me.
That Homer Simpson gif is making my sides ache from all the laughter. Story made me chuckle, scrolling down and seeing Homer's reaction was the icing on the cake.
That was fun. Fun read OP. Stupid, but fun.
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[QUOTE=Marbalo;35494833]lol mutilating your penis based on outdated religious nonsense in 2012[/QUOTE]
Hardly. While this debate can go either way, I personally see it as a sanitary benefit. "Well wash yourself." Yes, but there are still more areas where bacteria can get into. It's more of a convenience.
I think OP got drunk in the middle of writing and wrote some weird nonsense about raping a mugger.
[QUOTE=Marbalo;35494833]lol mutilating your penis based on outdated religious nonsense in 2012[/QUOTE]
holy shit really
ok I guess I have to tell it like it is
anybody who has strong opinions one way or the other on the circumcision debate is a HUMONGOUS FUCKING RETARD
there I said it
it's not really very different from dumbfuck nerds having console wars or pissing contests over their rigs
literally no one who has anything important on their mind gives a shit
stop acting like condescending cunts because your dick has or lacks a little piece of useless skin
wait why did he ban him and leave the thread unlocked
[QUOTE=CrispexOps;35495910]Hardly. While this debate can go either way, I personally see it as a sanitary benefit. "Well wash yourself." Yes, but there are still more areas where bacteria can get into. It's more of a convenience.
I think OP got drunk in the middle of writing and wrote some weird nonsense about raping a mugger.[/QUOTE]
I'm circumcised and don't really give a shit. My mum said she knows a lot of boys who had to have their foreskin removed due to infections and stuff. My history teacher had her son get his removed when his dick bloated up like a balloon due to an infection on his foreskin. So I'm kinda glad mine is gone.
I wonder if this thread will turn into a full-fledged foreskin discussion.
Would have it been easier to rape a homeless man without it?
I want to write a copypaste like this someday. Any pointers?
[url]http://forum.bodybuilding.com/showthread.php?t=143870391&page=1[/url]
you are an hero
So why didn't your dick go through?
And if you had the courage to rape a bigger why didn't you rape the ginger
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