I thought carefully of posting this for one week now, but somehow I feel like it helps me talking to as many people as possible about it.
It all started last monday, the 21st of march. I came back from Trier (where I study) with my girlfriend and we had a wonderful weekend there. She brought me home to my parents' house and then drove home herself. At some point in the afternoon, I started to think...
Last friday she visited me. Normally, she finishes work on fridays at 4pm. Because I didn't have anything to eat that time, I tried to ring her up at something like 20 past 4. She didn't answer, as well as the 2 following tries. Some time after 5, she rang me up. She told me that she had to work longer and that she's on her way to Trier.
Since we hadn't seen us for 2 weeks, we ate something when she arrived, kissed and some time started to put off our clothes... When she took off her trousers, half a wood was suddenly in my room. Ahe gave me a bad reason for this, but because I trusted her, I didn't think too much...
...until monday. It was all too clear, I just didn't get it. First, I didn't reach her by phone. Second, she told me there's not much work these days, so why work longer? Third, the wood. So I drove to her that monday evening and asked, what was going on. Nothing. Ask again. Nothing. Ask again. Nothing. (But I could see in her eyes that it wasn't true.) Ask again. These eyes, filled with fear... Her mouth, forming the words I never wanted to hear again:
"Yes, I was in a forest with a boy working in my firm."
Shit! "Was it the first time?"
"No."
Shit! "How long is it going on?"
"Something like october."
Holy shit! 6 months! "How often did you sleep with hin?"
"4 or 5 times, and we met some more often, altogether."
Shit, but it could have been worse.
However, 4 weeks after we came together (2nd of June, 2001), she was in holidays in the netherlands. There, she already had another guy. But I could forgive her, but I never forgot. It hurt, day by day. But I trusted her, and I knew she loved me.
And she loved me the last 6 months, she even still loves me. I know this, because it was just fun for her, she didn't feel anything for him, and I think that I can believe her in that. Now, one week is over. A week full of tears and speaking to some friends. The same story over and over again.
Now my questions to you:
What do you think?
What would you tell me to do (to forget or get my new single-life going)? I feel so alone every night... This hurts most.
Because this was my first long-time relationship (nearly 4 years, I will be 23 in June), I now have a feeling as if too many girls do this. What can the girls here say? Did you ever betray your boyfriends?
Thanks for everythig, even if you only read all this!