Wow! You dodged one hell of a bullet not marrying that guy!

SERIOUSLY. There needs to be some kind of official protocol about vacation proposals limiting them to the last night. What a nightmare.

Jeebus. Good on you for ditching him. And who even cares if you were a bit of a dick in your 20's - weren't we all? I reckon if you don't have regrets you weren't doing it properly :)

Not that cheating is ok, but honestly, I don't blame you. Constant suspicion is not a factor in any healthy relationship, and unaddressed problems only ever cause more problems, so it is at least understandable.

I've only been with people who're pretty neurotic about health, so if anyone I dated had cheated, they would've at least protected themselves, so for me that's not a concern. But that would be a really big deal.

"WTF" is an extremely powerful tool.

I misread the website as "MEAT SPROUT." I was like: "That is what a dick basically is. Wouldn't 'Steamed Clams' be a much better description?"

From the list of side effects, sounds like the drug makes your clit the Times Square of the power grid while everything else goes black.

In a way, the cheating was my reaction to being under constant suspicion - not that it makes it okay.

We're all total asses in our 20s. I was a world record ass, albeit not for the same reason. Thanks for sharing, and forget the judgmental jerks.

...I seriously cannot tell if this is a trolly fictional strawman story. Assuming it's legit: there is no legitimate excuse to be hacking your partners accounts. Cheating is also very bad, but I would consider spying much worse.

I spent way too much time trying to figure out how a trip from the US to the Caribbean would have a stopover in Madrid.

You own it, at least, and that made me happy.

Me too! same thing. You say yes, but spend the rest of the trip trying to figure out how to take it back, and trying to stop him telling anyone. When I finally left him, he also called my parents to "warn" them that I must be going through serious mental health issues to not want to be with him.

well it makes sense to have done it at the arrival....but yeah under different circumstances I guess

All these people commenting with slut shaming act as if they've never done something they shouldn't have or hurt anyone. =,] I weep tears for their pathetic righteousness.

Haha, I judge everyone. Harshly. Especially myself.

The night before my grandfather died, I chose not to go see him. I'd seen him the day before that, and for the first time in months, he was himself again: laughing and joking with the same bright, joyful personality I'd seen literally every single day growing up. Somehow, even at 92, even as his body broke down around…

why not break up earlier?