My boyfriend of two years cheated on me. That’s it. Prior to this, I was doing almost everything he asked. If I posted a meme he didn’t like, he would say, “You shouldn’t be posting such in a relationship,” and I would delete it because if the roles were reversed, I would want him to do the same. I stayed away from guys obviously, as I’m in a relationship, no male friends. He always searched my phone, and I checked his too sometimes. No big deal there; we are partners. I never found anything. He was practically perfect throughout the relationship, supports me emotionally, financially, etc. He was just there. He slowly broke down the walls I had up. Long story short, I hacked his phone and omo, texts of him talking to girls. Nothing solid enough to say incriminating, but enough to be angry over. He said it’s just cruise. He sha cheated with one that finally came over. He’s asking me to forgive and says it’s only once, but I can’t get over it, the whole process, the fact he consciously made that choice. He says he fucked up, but it’s because he was going through something.
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