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Unfortunately men are always cheating, not all men, but it's alarming how many otherwise good, solid dudes slip up at least once. There are so many women that think they've never been cheated on simply because they just haven't discovered they've been cheated on. It's really really disheartening and way more pervasive

UGH. This post and last night's pissing contest have dredged up a lot of things I'd forgotten about from the second LTR I had. Dude had so many female friends, and while a lot of them were cool to me, there were SO MANY inappropriate moments. Like the female coworker he used to hang out with all the time (and make fun

And she fucked my husband, so I don't feel too bad.

Good thing I got rid of living with somebody who stuck their dick where it so did not belong.

She was his co-worker, not mine. He was a retail manager.

Oh, my love. My new favourite person. Sigh.

And I never looked back! Older and wiser on marriage #2. My current husband is the best :)

I'd say either was better than statutory rape. He had the option to fight me on it. Her parents would have to press charges and apparently they couldn't have cared less. His father simply saw the benefit of keeping the matter off public record and encouraged him to make the bed he chose to lie in. I personally

What's gross is a woman hooking up with multiple guys in AOL chat rooms (Laura had several screen names) and then sleeping with them in exchange for being fed and entertained for the evening.

My first husband wasn't very bright. It's never a good idea to cheat on a wife that works for a government agency known for its expertise in spying. Third generation in the same line of work to boot.

Sorry ladies. I win this one.

Why would you dump the horrible friends but not the person who took vows with you? The cheating was bad enough, but he also lied about it and then triangulated you with the other couple to try to make you out as the problem.

you a bad ass bitch *applause*

It was 2010, I was 24, and still had terrible taste in men. I was dating a dreadlocked musician that had hardly any of the qualities I would look for in a husband, yet the few that he did have kept me around. We were living together in Austin and I thought it was going great. After a miscarriage that I went through we

I'd been dating this guy for two and a half years, and he came down with a sore throat that just wouldn't go away. He kept asking me to look at his throat and tell him if I thought he had tonsillitis...for like three weeks. Yeah, you could see all these horrible pustules at the back of his throat. I kept telling

I received this text from my boyfriend at the time:

Oh, that's easy. I used his computer to check my email with his permission. Signed on from sleep mode, saw the IM exchange about how much she wished I wasn't in the picture with a HUGE CLOSEUP PICTURE OF HER VULVA. You bet your ass I lost my shit.

When she told me, over the phone, she was pregnant, it wasn't mine, and she was marrying her new boyfriend that weekend. That was literally the only time I broke something out of anger.

A friend of mine called his wife while we were in Afghanistan. She was really excited that to tell him that she was eight weeks pregnant. One problem: we had been in Afghanistan for three months. Turns out his wife was kinda bad at math.

I had accidentally lost a friend's favorite book and was too embarrassed to tell him so I told my boyfriend to keep it to himself as I stalled, hoping I would either find it or be able to replace it before he asked me to return it. Our (mutual) friend admitted that my boyfriend had spilled the beans a long time ago.