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Everything I mention is real, was told to me, or is very obvious. Only the names have been changed.
It all started at a summer camp. I met my first girlfriend, Lara, there. Nobody really knew each other at first, but couples started to form very quickly—including Lara and someone else. She started dating an older-looking guy first, an Arab guy with a beard and glasses who looked like a doctor. But I don’t think they had good communication or anything, because she soon started to show interest in me.
I remember when we were all sitting together, and she decided to sit on my lap right in front of him. It was my first experience with this kind of thing, and I didn’t know how to handle the situation. Luckily for me, the guy didn’t really care and just let it slide.
After the summer camp, we started dating. She was the wildest girl I could have landed, and without any experience, I was about to become her cuckold.
At the beginning, everything was fine—until she told me she had a fuck buddy in her class named Timo. I’m telling you, everything revolved around them. I was very jealous and angry about them being in the same class, and she loved to talk about him from time to time. She even talked about him to her parents right in front of me, which was very awkward.
She told me it was in the past, that they used to sleep together but he had a girlfriend now, so I shouldn’t worry. We all know how that goes.
I remember her telling me on a bus that they had a “fuck contract,” meaning he could sleep with her whenever he wanted, she couldn’t refuse, and they even had lawyers involved. I later found out she had just copied the plot of Fifty Shades of Grey or something like that. But she made me so jealous, and I think there was some truth behind it.
Now for the big part. When we stayed together, she used to tell me she needed to masturbate so she could sleep better, but that I had to get out of bed for her to do it. And you know what I did? I took my blanket and lay on the floor while she did it. Sometimes I even fell asleep, woke up hours later, and went back to bed.
Months into the relationship I found out she was texting that fuck buddy, Timo. And not just normal texts—they had heart emojis everywhere, saying good night and everything to each other. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was probably texting him every single time she sent me to sleep on the floor. When I saw those texts, I was deeply hurt. My stomach turned, and I confronted her, asking why.
Her answer was: “They’re just heart emojis, it’s nothing special. I’m not cheating, you’re just making things up.” So she basically gaslit me and won. I didn’t break up with her then. She even wanted to go to his birthday party, and I’m pretty sure she did.
But how did we finally break up?
Well, she was on a school trip to France, and I had a very bad gut feeling. So I asked her if she had cheated on me and told her she had to be honest. And she told me. She admitted that he had fucked her—and that she was wearing a very slutty, sexy dress when it happened. After that, we broke up, and I only saw her a couple of times again.
Ask me anything.
There is more to the story because my next girlfriends weren’t really much better, but at least I was more aware.
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