There is no one who does not change, there are those who are not falling, saying cynics. We strongly disagree with them. But curiosity takes his own. We questioned our readers about stories with treason, in which they turned out to be confused as part of a love triangle, and how the truth came out out. Or he took and did not come out.
He deliberate home drunk in the dress inside out, said that with girlfriends the bras were trying on and did not come to me. The times were poor, and busty bought from the FANholders then.
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Never changed. But I cheated former husband. With a girl with whom he met before me. In the second year, the marriage called her and offered to meet. It costs to note that the girl she was then painful, gentle and very fragile. And I still worked as Cascader.I went to her into the courtyard, and she tells me that when I called my husband last night and could not get through - he was with her, and they slept. I raised an eyebrow and offered her to start running away while I think to three. She hooked and said that there would be no continuation, and she won't let her husband for himself, he just needed it to be so as if she had left him, but he had threw her. "Find, Santa Barbara!" I thought and went to wait my husband home.
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Sleeping the correspondence of the former second husband in the archives of the computer on the disk with, forgot to post. I was looking for purposefully, as I began to suspect a lot, and found, of course. It was still ICQ.
Asked in the open - what does it mean? First wagged, then admitted. Divided.
Most of all silent the fact that in that correspondence he called me "my cow", although I never weighed more than 52 kg. Well, at least I would call the goat, or then - the cow!
With that Gazelle, he, too, did not live, although the baby had time to become fascinated until we were married. Well, we divorced, and then everything broke out. Now that new family, a husband, an abuser, another child, and the former second is still alone. This is true, I think.
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And if you open the door to the room, and there your dude fucks with an outsider girl - how to count? I myself personally or did not hide or did not fall. "All denial" works well.***
Once I had a novel with a married guy, well, like a novel, weekly crazy sex, absolutely silent. And in humans we were friends with families. Somehow his wife began to complain about him that the lazy, it seems, and I say: But he is smart, kind, generous and lover good! Cover later and add: "Speak".
The wife did not respond, in any case, they are still together.
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Classic: spoke in a dream.***
I did not change, changed me. I lived in the suburbs, my lover - in Moscow, we worked both in Reutovo - this is in the middle between my village and the Kursk station. Moreover, I worked in NGOs of mechanical engineering - a huge military box, and he is in a small photoeel, where he was the only worker.
I, it means sat in a huge hall. Half occupied our department - 20 people, half, behind the columns - the neighboring, another 20 people. So it turned out that in the neighboring department there is a friend of his wife, which somehow figured me and squatted.
After work, I was quietly walked in the photoabeel and the closure was waiting for a closure. I don't even know, maybe I was written on my forehead?
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The grandmother when he returned from evacuation in the 43rd, burying one daughter of two, discovered her nurse from her husband in bed. The grandmother said "Everything, I returned," and put a nanny at the door to what was. What she said next to her husband, story silent.***
He had a novel with a married man. Everything was good, beautiful, expensive, tastefully, as in films. As always, he said that there is no sex with his wife, it has long been loving and all that. They are there, despite the lack of sex of the third child gave birth. Well, alas. Believed.
Broke up in the end of course. The outcome of such novels in 90%; Cases are predetermined. I lived a couple of months as if nothing had happened. And then the letter on the electronic from his wife. He writes that more, it cannot, that they broke up that I can pick it up and live happily and happily, and that I have no complaints. Of course, I answered her that we did not communicate long ago and all that. But never during this novel and after him so gadko, Merzko and hurt me, as while reading the letter of Togo.
Why is that:? Because I understood suddenly that my tears, nerves, encrypted SMS, discarded calls, in a word, everything that was for the benefit of a foreign family is empty everything. All my pain, my tears, the humiliation of pride - wasted. In general, they generally divorced.
In general, never more.
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Well, if you briefly, the girl's mall year was with a guy, the guy earned a good thing, and she gladly used it. Every year we went to the festival on the conditional Ibiza, Tusyli and having fun. And in one of the years she somehow suffered (at the expense of the guy) of someone else more. In the same place, on the conditional Ibiza, they met with common friends, who did not seem to go there because of poverty. And then it turned out that the girl at the expense of the guy was taken out there her new beloved with friends and tusil from the heart, as a result, kinning a guy of one on this conditional Ibiza, without forgetting more cache to grab slightly. "To be on what to live."***
My husband somehow started intrigue with Korean. The bed did not reach, but I bought it very simple: they stood in line in the store and ahead was a girl asian appearance. I traced that my husband swam, the eyes of the cloud, traced where it looks, went home from the company called the social network. But he does not know how to dive.
And the last my dude was demonstrative at all. The most ridiculous thing I was constantly sleeping with his acquaintances and even to visit him in Maloyaroslavets rode regularly. But all suspicions answered: you choted? We are friends with Sasha, how did you think it thought?.
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I in my youth was practicing Bi one time. What is characteristic, with friends, I didn't have such relations at all so that it makes sense to talk about treason - so, the in-depth friendship was obtained, rather. But one of the girlfriends was married. And the husband swallowed us almost in bed - strolled a couple, returned before it was. Well, that is, if you do not know about our inclinations, it was probably possible to take it for neutral hugs, but it obviously knew everything about his wife, at least. She then told me that he was not jealous to the girls ...That time he said nothing - pretended that she did not understand anything. But from that day he began to glue me. It is probably for him it would be some closure of Geshtalta. But I just did not know how to behave with him: I did not let the conscience to deceive the girlfriend (with another girl - easily, but with my husband it was already a completely different business). On the other hand, she herself doesn't do the same thing? So why not? Well, yes, by himself, he, rather, liked, if anything, I would probably give up with such a set.
In general, I was specifically shot down and did not know what to do. Ultimately, I suggested that we were threesome - with Him and his wife: then after all, this kind of problems - ethical - there would be no longer anything ... But here he already fastened something. Whether he wanted exactly what is called, fuck me so that some status issue for himself to decide (prove to himself that I am not a man, or what?), Whether it simply came out for his range of admissibility.
In general, it was a feeling that he could later agree. But we did not have enough time: they left - and, as later, it was releasing, with the ends. A couple of years ago learned that they still live together, it seems - with children ...
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I had a novel, and some kind of face clearly saw us, and sent my husband anonymous to Mail with a delicious address! In Anonymous, this man was named my colleague at work, although for two years he was no longer anymore, and there was nothing more concrete. Convinced her husband that it was a joke, the author of anonymous was no longer manifested later, but it was very scary.
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My husband went on a business trip, I loved my husband, and I could not resist the beautiful, gallant and charming. Husband returned, by that time the novel was over, stood just for sex with a beautiful individual, actually. They lived on one VPPEC all the bunch, apparently, in jokes began to slip. For me, "just sex" has always been (subject to security) as "just a good dinner", just nice and everything, treason began where they smoke in feelings, support, "shoulder", and not in physiology. The husband once just asked: "You slept with K.?" Loving and honest eyes looking at him, I said: "Yes, what?" With the fact that by the time of the explanation, for a month and a half, herself shrugged himself by the public "dishonestly", and by the time of the husband's return from the business trip (two weeks), I was given and considered the clock before his return, when he returned - he rushed to her neck.Husband a few days after the explanation went. And I knocked the whole autumn, I treated my nerves, Buhala and barely did not go hand from depression.
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Husband dilted Classically, from where neither new panties take, finally began to cut his nails on his legs and linger at work. I arrived in the evening to work, it is not. But in the working computer, which is without any login-password, all correspondence. So divorced.
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I wrote a common acquaintance about the guy that he was tackling in the swingers club. I was shaking terribly from such discoveries. Then why something else wrote that he had a date instead of dancing classes, but in fact he was on dancing on that day (in honor of the holiday everyone photographed). So I did not understand, or what did she sleep, or terribly lying, stopped communicating with her.***
Girlfriend checked her husband, somehow only comes after a meeting with a young man, and her husband is hugging and so on. She somehow became embarrassed, and she said that he was coming off at first. And I did well, her god-lover decided to leave a condom inside.
The article prepared Lilith Mazikina
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