So what I did was immature and thinking back, there was no real reason for me to do it. I guess it was just my own insecurities or curiosity, I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was that motivated me to do it, I deeply regret seeing it through.
My friend Abby had just found out that her boyfriend had cheated on her over spring break, so the wheels started spinning in my head and I became suspicious that my boyfriend might be cheating too. I started by asking him if he had ever cheated or thought about cheating, and he swore that he hadn’t. A few weeks went by and I started noticing that he was more secretive about stuff, plus he had less time for us to spend together. He said that it was school and sports that were keeping him so busy, and that upcoming midterm exams had him stressed. He was very serious about school and his extracurriculars, he had a 3.9 GPA and was in a bunch of school clubs. I apologized for being overly suspicious, but there was still something that was bothering me. I tried and tried to figure out a way to find out for sure if he was up to something or not. I looked online and found what I thought was a foolproof idea: create a fake facebook profile and try to hook up with him.
I made a profile and made it look like I was a random girl from another school in town. I added some of the people he knew and a bunch of people from the other school. I found a bunch of pictures of some girl that I knew was just his type. I did a great job on the profile and even made a few more accounts to use to post comments and tag pictures of “me.” I waited a week before I friend requested my boyfriend from the fake account. After he accepted the request, I sent him a message saying hi and telling him that I had seen him at a game and thought he was cute. He wrote back saying thanks and didn’t say much else, except that he didn’t really remember seeing me there. I told him that he probably didn’t notice me but that I had definitely noticed him and luckily one of my friends was able to find out who he was. This small talk went on for a few days but at least I was getting proof that he was talking to other girls. I asked him if he wanted to meet up and he said ‘sure.’ I was so hurt and sick at the idea that he would hang out with someone else. I asked him where he wanted to meet up at. He sent me my own address and said “meet me at my ex-girlfriend’s house!” I asked him what he was talking about but he never responded. He didn’t call me that night either, and by the next morning he had changed his status to single. I sent him a text asking if he wanted to meet me that day at this little diner we loved to go to, but all he sent back was “ex-girlfriend.”
I don’t know why I’m even bothering to post this on here. Maybe I consider myself trying to give a heads up, in case anyone runs into this b!tch. I have no qualms whatsoever about posting her real name because it would behoove every guy out there who has the misfortune to encounter her to remember these words.
I met Bethany P***** on Facebook while serving my country in Iraq. And while I’m significantly older than she is, her in her mid twenties and I in my mid forties, we grew together rather quickly. And I being the fool that I clearly was, believed her when she said she loved me and only me.
During the leave, I introduced this girl to my family. My parents, my brother and all my nephews and she ingratiated herself into every one of their lives. I spent my savings on an engagement ring for this girl with intentions of marrying her upon my next return. Little did I know what I would find out when I returned.
Not only did I discover that she had accounts on “dating” sites, but I also found out that she slept with my father (who is 70!). She also had sex with my brother and all three nephews of mine, the youngest of which was fourteen.
And at this point, I’m sure that you’re thinking that it couldn’t get any worse. But I’ll give you one guess as to what showed up in my mailbox. And before we open this envelope people, understand that I am not a racist. Some of my best friends are black. But it was just a little more than I could swallow. Seeing her in living color in photo, after photo, after photo performing oral sex on various black guys. Oops, I’m sorry. Men of African descent. And if you think I’m just making this up, you can contact me and I would be more than happy to share with you the photographs that led to the breakup of our relationship.
Heed my warning, guys. Avoid Bethany ***** P**** at all costs.269 Comments
I am 16 years old and like most other high school girls, I enjoy social networking and using facebook, twitter and Instagram. I started dating Alex about 4 months ago. It was a pretty standard teenage relationship; we’d hang out after school and on weekends and were always texting, etc. I didn’t want to take things so seriously because we are young and we both have goals in life that we don’t want to mess up. If we managed to stay together, great, but neither of us wanted to sacrifice our dreams to follow the other. From what he told me, Alex lost his virginity in our Sophomore year of high school and had hooked up with 5 other girls since then. I was a virgin when I met him. It wasn’t some crazy purity thing or anything like that, I just hadn’t met anyone that I felt ready to go that far with. From day 2 of our time together, Alex was trying to talk me into having sex with him. I told him that I wanted to see where things went with us before taking such a big step. He agreed and we went on from there.
Now back to the social networking issue…. Alex tried to pretend like he was “too cool” for social networking, but he had accounts like everyone else and posted plenty. He said that he didn’t really care about it and thought that it was dumb of me to hang on my phone so much. as long as it wasn’t interfering with anything, I didn’t see a problem with it. I wasn’t sitting on my phone all day and all night, and if I was just sitting with Alex while he played video games, I wanted to at least keep myself entertained. But no, he would have preferred I just sit there with all of my attention on him and whatever he was doing. That was annoying but I figured I could see past it.
The time came where I finally started to feel comfortable enough with Alex to start thinking about sex. One day, we were fooling around and I just let things go all the way. I didn’t regret it and I felt closer to him. About a week later, I was sitting with Alex in his basement while he played video games. He paused the game for a second and saw me on my phone. He got up and grabbed his phone. I didn’t know what he was doing, so I asked and he said “it’s a surprise.” I found out what it was about 5 minutes later when a picture of me sitting on my phone in his basement showed up on his Instagram with the caption “This is how you get your girlfriend to get off her phone….I’m dumping you. Get out of my house!” #dumped #next #exgirlfriend #atleastigotsomesex
I was horrified, because not only had it posted to Instagram, but Facebook too where he was friends with his and my parents. I asked him if it was a joke and he just said “Can you just leave? We’re done. Stay if you want to hook up, otherwise go home.” I was so hurt and shocked that I couldn’t even cry. I just walked home shaking. I broke down when I got home and when I checked later on to see if he had updated that it was a bad joke or something, he had deleted the post and posted a bunch of pictures of himself with other girls. Each of the pictures had the caption “Haley wouldn’t…….but she would!” He then posted an update about how happy he was to be rid of me and how he had been cheating the whole time. I can’t believe that I thought so much of that douche!237 Comments
So, back last year, I met and began dating this guy. Let’s call him Michael. Michael was everything I had ever wanted in a guy. He was the biggest sweetheart and he had a good job working for his dad. I would go over to his place all the time and we’d go see movies or cook dinner together and to make a long story short, we could do anything together and have fun. Our relationship progressed quickly, and we talked about everything from kids names to the log cabin house we wanted to build one day. Well, near the end of the year, I had been talking to an ex of mine that lived in Virginia (I live in Illinois). This ex had some of my belongings, which I was simply trying to recover. I volunteered all and any conversations I had with the ex with Michael. He said that wasn’t necessary. But lo and behold, he flipped out about it later that same day, after I had gone home. He called me and I told him that it was ridiculous that he was upset about this. But he refused and said he was worried I was going to cheat on him. With a guy that lives 18 hours away. Because that makes sense.
I broke it off with him right then, thinking that would snap him to reality. Well it didn’t. I didn’t talk to him in two weeks. Now, my friend had a dating profile on the same website I had met Michael. She found him on it. Less than two weeks after I had ended with him. Needless to say, I was angry. But I didn’t call him on it. I asked him if we could hang out. He said ok, but it took me weeks to pin him down and getting him to text me was like pulling teeth.
When we were together, he seemed normal, like when we were dating. But then he broke the news to me: he was joining the navy. He said basic training started in three months (from the end of January). Then he said he was to be sent to Japan. I should have known something fishy was going on then. They don’t tell you anything about deployment until after training and it doesn’t happen two weeks after you graduate. He had made a facebook then, and added me. He said he wanted to be able to keep in touch with everyone when he was gone. I saw him two more times before he left. The last time, he told me he loved me many times, and that he’d see me soon. Days later, he was living in Florida with his mom before basic started. Then I found myself blocked on facebook from him and any texts to him were ignored.
Down the road five months: unblocked on facebook, new girlfriend, no navy basic training start date. He moved to Florida to date some girl exactly one week after I saw him last. To make it worse, he told me he was joining the navy as an excuse to leave! He didn’t join.71 Comments
I made a huge mistake and it totally blew up in my face. It’s something that haunts me to this day and I always wonder how things would have been had I just not done it. It all started in the middle of my senior year of high school. My boyfriend was busy with school, sports, college applications, and just about everything else that got in the way of us spending any time together. I had my own things going on too but I wasn’t nearly as busy as he was. We had been together for over 2 years and we both saw us having a future together, we were happy.
As time passed, I started finding myself becoming increasingly lonely. He just never had time, and whenever he did seem to have some free time, he was either with family/friends or sleeping. He just didn’t seem that interested in me. There was this guy named Matt who had friended me on facebook. He sent me a message saying that he thought I was attractive and that we seemed to have a bunch of mutual interests. I told him that I had a boyfriend and we had remained friends since then. We would chat and text with each other, and he became someone who I could count on to talk to. I told him about how I was feeling about my boyfriend and he said so many sweet things and really made me feel cared for. It was like he was saying everything that I wanted my boyfriend to say. He kept asking me to meet up or video chat with him but something always seemed to get in the way. One night, my boyfriend and I got into a huge fight and I was so upset, I texted Matt and told him how I was feeling. He told me that I was too good for this and that someone as beautiful as me shouldn’t have to feel so bad. He sent me a bunch of funny pictures then asked me to send him a picture of my smile. One thing led to the next, and eventually he had convinced me to send him a topless pic of myself. He responded with a bunch of smiley face and heart emojis and said good night. I felt so much better.
I woke up the next morning with my mind spinning, wondering if I should just move on from my relationship and pursue things with Matt. Then I got a text message from my boyfriend. It was the topless photo that I had sent Matt with the caption “Busted, Bitch!” across the pic. My stomach dropped. I felt like I was going to pass out. I called him and he just picked up and hung up. He sent me a text saying that he didn’t want to talk to me, we were finished. There was no Matt. He was nothing more than a fake facebook account his sneaky sister and her friends had created in an attempt to break us up, and I had fallen right into their trap. I was embarrassed, thinking back on all the things I had said. And the worse part was that there was no Matt…no Matt….The guy who I considered both an amazing friend and potential boyfriend wasn’t real.
It took me a week to get out of bed and I went back to school feeling humiliated like everyone knew about what had happened, and for the most part everyone did know. The story got around fast and made me look like I was just out to cheat. I struggled to finish the year and I graduated and never looked66 Comments
Imagine how wonderful it must feel to find out that your boyfriend is not only a slut but a cheap one at that?! Last Sunday, I found out a lot of my now ex-boyfriend’s dirty little secrets, including the fact that he has continuously hooked up with a girl who is known for having multiple STDs in her lifetime. The idiot had been drinking at a holiday party and got drunk. I went by his house to make sure that he was okay, and there he was passed out naked with his facebook open. Apparently he had made an attempt at video chatting with some girl but had passed out. The only thing that made me go into his messages as opposed to just closing the window was that he had left another chat window with some other girl open. They had been trying to plan a date but kept missing each other. It took me all of a half an hour and all the restraint I had to read through the majority of those messages. In some he was sweet and charming, others he was a dog after one thing only, and it all made me sick. I’d have to say that the icing on the cake was finding out that he had cheated on me on our anniversary with some girl who bought him guitar strings and lunch. Yup, that was more important to him than celebrating our 2 years together (I now know the 2 years didn’t mean anything either). He was too drunk to even understand what was happening on Sunday but called in the middle of the night, trying to question me to figure out what all I had seen and making desperate attempts at covering his tracks. I told him not to bother and to waste someone else’s time.47 Comments