my gf cheated on me

Listen up dude, because here's "duhrealdeal."  You cheated before you really got to know her then as your feeling grew, you felt guilty about your indiscretions and confessed.  I don't know how she took that but it doesn't matter anyway.  Then down the line you find out she has an STD.  Fortunately for you, a curable one.  The real problem is she lied off the bat about it when faced with pretty much stone cold evidence that she cheated.  So you interogate the hell out of her because you KNOW that she cheated and you want the TRUTH.  Finally she admits that she cheated and it was a one night stand and blah blah blah.  BUT, since she lied FIRST then you can't be for sure that she is telling everything.  I can easily tell that you have feelings for her.  This will never work unless two things happen and they can't happen overnight let me assure you. 1) You cannot hold a grudge about this. Trust in a relationship is crucial and it's a two-way street.  If you can't honestly see yourself not really holding this against her in the long run then MOVE ON 2) She has to really come clean and make a commitment to NEVER LIE AGAIN.  Sure how can you know this...well when you've been with someone for 5-6 years you can tell if they're lying pretty easy unless you're retarded.  I was with my wife for 5 years before we got married.  We both cheated on each other with multiple people and lied about and got caught by each other.  Then there was a 6 month period where neither of us talked to each other.  She dated this douche bag the whole time and I nailed alot of strange. Ultimately I called her up and we got coffee and it was like nothing happened.  We ended up back together, she got pregnant, we got married, and now we're happy together with a beautiful child.  So things CAN turn around for you two if it is meant to be.  But since my wife and I hurt each other we know that all we want is each other (everyone other bitch out there to me is just a piece of ass not an interesting person I can really spend time with and she feels the same way).  TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS.  But trust is the key.  My advice: Take some time away.  If this is meant to be, then it will be.  Don't do anything crazy.  Get laid.  You'll see if you like the strange and forget about her or if you bag the strange and pretend it's your GF/ex whatever.  It's a good test of where your heart's at.  And if she finds out well she has no ground to stand on.  That's all I got.

You are 24-25.  Here are your steps.

 

1) Draft the following letter

 

Dear Baby,

 

Welcome to Dumpsville. Population - You

Signed, duhrealdeal

 

2) Get treated

 

3) Nail some other piece of a$$

I would write her a letter, something like this:

 

Dear Connie,

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, Connie.” 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 Flamingos 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 my moderately attractive Connie? 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, Connie, 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 at the Holiday Inn lounge 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 Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We’ve had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy.”

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky’s just a kid 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, Connie, she really is. So we’re doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here’s this teenage 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 Vicky’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, Connie. 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 f*cking remote is?

Love,
Dan

I know we've all read this, but it is a classic

It all comes down to this.....I feel your pain and it depends on what the definition of "is" is...and then you double-space.

Lots of great advice in here. So much, that Im speechless.

 

Creepa: may very well be the most "real" and "best" advice!

 

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