Getting cheated on!!!

[Snakey]

Had this happen to me recently and I just cut ties with her completely BUT i didnt give her the satisfaction of knowing she did any damage to me at all. My response to her was basically "oh ok fair enough well you know the deal, i dont do the whole friends with ex gfs so good luck in the future". She tried to get a reaction out of me and I just gave an unemotional response each time, she tried the whole "i still have feelings for you though" and i was like "yeah but youll get over that soon enough, youll be fine". So by the time I was done it was like I was breaking up with her when she had actually been breaking up with me and she was one of those chicks that doesnt cry that much but without even raising my voice or getting angry I had her in tears just by the fact I acted like I dont give a shit. Her friends told me she was all upset and cut up about it and I just told them that I didnt care coz I dont have feelings for her and that I possiby never did (which also apparently did a shit load of damage when they told her) but meh she cheated on me so she can fuck off. I do have the urge to beat the absolute shit out of the guy she cheated on me with considering I see him around every week and he tries to act like we are good mates (he doesnt know that I know about the whole cheating thing) and he had been braggin to people about it but has never been game to say anything to me.


Short version- Act like you dont give a shit, dont react, cut all ties

[jabvargas24]

Had this happen to me recently and I just cut ties with her completely BUT i didnt give her the satisfaction of knowing she did any damage to me at all. My response to her was basically "oh ok fair enough well you know the deal, i dont do the whole friends with ex gfs so good luck in the future". She tried to get a reaction out of me and I just gave an unemotional response each time, she tried the whole "i still have feelings for you though" and i was like "yeah but youll get over that soon enough, youll be fine". So by the time I was done it was like I was breaking up with her when she had actually been breaking up with me and she was one of those chicks that doesnt cry that much but without even raising my voice or getting angry I had her in tears just by the fact I acted like I dont give a shit. Her friends told me she was all upset and cut up about it and I just told them that I didnt care coz I dont have feelings for her and that I possiby never did (which also apparently did a shit load of damage when they told her) but meh she cheated on me so she can fuck off. I do have the urge to beat the absolute shit out of the guy she cheated on me with considering I see him around every week and he tries to act like we are good mates (he doesnt know that I know about the whole cheating thing) and he had been braggin to people about it but has never been game to say anything to me.


Short version- Act like you dont give a shit, dont react, cut all ties

Haha i like this one.. And i think you shud hit him one good time

[:::PSL:::]

How do you move on from this. I was inlove with this girl but then she cheats on me and i find out she lied about her feelings. I wanna move on but i find myself thinkin bout her often. We told each other that we would still be friends too.

If she didn't fake her orgasm, then it's all good mate.

[ICB]

And yes, I like ICB's advice too.

Yes clearly the best advice.

But nah seriously i mean i don't really see the problem here, he's pretty young isn't he ? still in school ? so a girl he's been seeing at school has cheated on him.

If her best mates fit, just give her one. If not has she got any sisters ? then give them a portion. Or just totally forget about her and move on to the next one.

Its not like your without choice your at school, its basically a pick em mix. Choose one to taste and if you don't like it, spit it out and try the next one.

Get stuck in there lad.

Suddenly likes football, gone thorugh some kind of sexual awakening?

Alright who the fuck are you?

Lemme check.

Carrot and onions check.
Adams apple check.

A man.

[Youngblood]

jab,

this you tube find is for you my friend. Thought of this thread when I saw it...




All the best,

YB

[jabvargas24]

jab,

this you tube find is for you my friend. Thought of this thread when I saw it...




All the best,

YB

LMAO this is funny as shit

[Howlin Mad Missy]

not nice. Be thankful you're done with her...only suggest one thing. Don't rush in to anything too serious too soon. Believe it or not men do have emotions and sedating yourself with another woman too soon is unfair on her and to yourself. (Because you're not over the other woman-you still have feelings for, you're not giving new bird your full attention plus you're avoiding what you feel which will over time turn you in to VD and no one wants that).

[Violent Demise]

How do you move on from this. I was inlove with this girl but then she cheats on me and i find out she lied about her feelings. I wanna move on but i find myself thinkin bout her often. We told each other that we would still be friends too.

Go bang her sister or best friend. I promise you, you will feel a lot better.

not nice. Be thankful you're done with her...only suggest one thing. Don't rush in to anything too serious too soon. Believe it or not men do have emotions and sedating yourself with another woman too soon is unfair on her and to yourself. (Because you're not over the other woman-you still have feelings for, you're not giving new bird your full attention plus you're avoiding what you feel which will over time turn you in to VD and no one wants that).

Hater

[X]

Write her this letter:

Dear (whatever her name is)

I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you."

I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.

Two weeks ago, I met this girl at and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed?

Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than you (and you're moderately attractive at least)? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch.

Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around.

I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't you ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for years, and we never used it as a sex toy."

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicki's just a girl and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicki's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?

It's true. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is.

Love, Snakey

[Violent Demise]

Write her this letter:

Dear (whatever her name is)

I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you."

I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.

Two weeks ago, I met this girl at and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed?

Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than you (and you're moderately attractive at least)? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch.

Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around.

I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't you ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for years, and we never used it as a sex toy."

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicki's just a girl and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicki's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?

It's true. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is.

Love, Snakey

That letter brought a tear to my eye.