After my husband cheated on me, I did that thing with my single male colleague to get revenge.

My ex-husband and I met as graduate students. He was my first love and I was his fourth woman. After being in a relationship for less than a year and being married for three years, I found out he was cheating on me a few days before their first wedding anniversary. At that time, neither my mother nor my uncle (that is, my stepfather) agreed with our marriage. Firstly, I had just graduated from graduate school and was young. Secondly, I thought he was glib and unreliable. At that time, I didn’t think there was anything inappropriate, I just thought he was a good match. What I wanted was that he was a tall man of 1.8 meters, handsome and would please me. There were a lot of girls chasing him at that time, but I have always been slow. After talking for a long time, I realized that he had such a rich romantic history, and he had been trapped in it for a long time and could not get out. Coming.

Originally I didn’t plan to get married so early, because his house was going to be demolished and my household registration could be divided a lot more per capita if I moved there. I loved him so much at that time that we got married. If Later I found out that he would hurt me so deeply, and there was no what if. But it was a good thing that I got married early and didn't consider having children, otherwise the child would definitely be hurt the most.

I think he loved me at that time. If he said he never loved me, it would be impossible. Now I still think of him as a good person, but he is a bitch.

Talking about his cheating, I actually had feelings for him before. I never had much sense of security because I thought he was better than me in every aspect. Actually, looking back, I realize that love makes people feel inferior. , due to my family background, I have never been very confident, but in fact, he and I graduated from the same college, and there is not much difference in career and career. Although my family is not a demolition household, the conditions are not worse than his family, and I am also Tall.

We never know each other’s passwords. I don’t think it’s necessary. I trust him and myself. I don’t like looking at his phone either. People who always think they’re going to cheat will cheat anyway. It's useless no matter how strict I am.

His behavior at that time was nothing special, and he was still very kind to me. Sometimes he would often smile quietly at the phone, and I would always get over it if I asked him why he was laughing. There are a lot of posts on Moments, two or three a day, and I don’t think much about it. Because of my job, I have to work one night shift every five days, but my colleague who worked the night shift that day happened to want to switch shifts with me. I was originally scheduled to work the night shift that day, but later changed it to the small night shift, which meant I got off work at 11 o'clock. It happened to be the weekend. I went to see my mother and then went back to the hospital to work.

I am the kind of person who is not clingy, and can even be said to be a bit rigid and stubborn. This is also related to my family factors, so I didn’t tell him about changing shifts. It was about 12 o'clock when I drove home, and then I found that my slippers were missing. I thought he was wearing my shoes randomly (he often did this in the past), so I walked barefoot to the bedroom, and he was so ruthless in bed... I I thought I would be sad, but I didn’t. I turned around and left, and he didn’t catch up with me. I must have been stupid. I didn’t bother to take pictures or anything. I should have done that now... and when I left, it was really... My whole body was shaking, I really felt heart-piercing pain, and my whole body felt like it was floating.

That night I drove to the riverside and stayed in the car all night without sleeping. After he kept calling, I simply turned off the phone. I didn't bother to read the long text message the next day. Anyway, it was nothing more than apologies and guarantees, and he blocked the girl in front of me. The girl was his undergraduate classmate, and she had a boyfriend of more than ten years. I later peeked at her Weibo and she was very beautiful. , has an extremely good figure, and I have heard others mention that my ex-husband is also one of her lovers. There are also all kinds of muscular elite men or losers kneeling and licking her on Weibo. I don’t know what her boyfriend thinks.

I took three days off, but I didn’t dare to go back to my parents’ house. I was afraid that my mother and my uncle would worry, so I stayed in the hotel for three days. My mother and my uncle had another story. I had met my uncle. The best man is good to my mother and me, but my mother also suffered a lot of hurt before she found someone who could hold her in the palm of her hand. Let’s talk about it when we have a chance.

During those three days, I lost contact with him and didn’t tell anyone. I just endured it alone. I didn’t know what to do at that time. I just lay paralyzed and stared at the ceiling in a daze every day, with tears streaming down my face. , I want to divorce but I really can’t let him go. On the third day, I felt that I couldn't go on like this anymore. I packed up and bought a set of clothes and went to work. I didn't check out the room. At least I don't want to see him now. After I went to the hospital, he blocked me in the department after get off work. I was so angry that he slapped me twice in the face. He turned around and left, then came back to pull me, and was later carried away. It must have been a joke to outsiders.

I feel like I'm going into too much detail, but a lot of the damage is still vivid in my mind, and I can clearly remember every detail.

Later, we talked for a long time in the car. He made various promises and apologized. Then I said that I couldn’t forgive him at the moment and decided to live apart for a while. Then he said that it was not safe for me to stay in a hotel, so he asked me to stay at home. , and said that the quilt cover and slippers had been changed. Hey, later on he bought breakfast and waited for me at the door of his house every day. He didn’t meet me in person or mention reconciliation. He showed his meticulous concern through WeChat messages every day. I didn’t reply, but he continued every day. Later, he gave me many things, including perfume bags and perfume bags. Seed, and then reconcile, I'm really cheap. At that time, he blocked that woman in front of me and said that she seduced him. In fact, if a slap in the face can't make a difference, how could it be one person's fault?

But then my personality changed drastically. I used to be cold, but later I became indifferent. I would not talk to him about big or small things. There were always cracks in our reconciliation, but I just felt that I couldn’t live without him. drive him. Since that time, the relationship between the two has also changed greatly. It was also at that time that I fell in love with SM. I tortured him for fun, no matter if he was happy or not. Anyway, I loved tying him on the bed, beating him, kicking him and screwing him, so that later Thinking of that woman, I want to torture him once.

Let’s talk about my cheating. In fact, I feel that since I forgave him, I have become a little mentally abnormal. I always feel that our relationship is unbalanced and I have to act wildly to make this relationship equal. At that time, I didn’t really have any specific partner to cheat on, I just thought that anyone with a long penis would be fine. Later, I cheated on my coworker, who was divorced and single. He seemed to have always thought that I was divorced. He didn't ask me and wouldn't take the initiative to tell me. During the three days I stayed in the hotel, I deleted all the news related to my ex-husband, and added the trouble I had last time. I just do things normally with my colleagues, there is no passion, and I don’t like him either. This relationship lasted for three or four months. At that time, it was just to get revenge on my ex-husband, so there was really no pleasure in cheating. Later, I felt that every time I cheated, I felt a sense of inner torment. There was really no need to cheat. The hurt was still there and even worse. To create trouble for myself, I had a showdown with my colleague. I thought he would keep me, but I agreed without saying anything. At that time, I thought he was just playing around. Later, we chatted a bit on WeChat when something happened, which was a bit ambiguous. After about half a year, the two went to see a play, and there was almost no communication during it. It was completely discontinued after that time.

Actually, I don’t have any hope for him anymore. I know that the number of cheatings on him is zero to countless, including myself. After breaking up with my colleagues, I also had several affairs after that, all of which were one-night stands. , I will tell them my name is xxx (the woman’s name) every time. Later, for some reason, I felt that I had to sleep with that woman’s boyfriend (who was my husband at that time). I have to say that I was really awesome. I tried every means to get the WeChat account of that woman’s husband and used a small account. To seduce him... I knew his name, so I wrote "Long time no see". The friend circle was visible for three days, so I posted a fake friend circle for three days, distributed all kinds of wine, and then wrote some lonely, empty and cold sentences. Maybe the style of painting was too superficial. ? He blocked me because he emphasized that he has a wife, which is really awesome. Then when you get up, you can add my ex-husband with this number. My ex-husband sent it? That's it? I knew that he was unbearably lonely, so after a few words of brother and brother, he sent a red envelope and asked me to send him a short video. I was really out of breath at the time, and I thought it was really disgusting that this person wouldn’t even refuse this style of accompanying a wine person, which was so ironic. Of course, a lot of things happened in those two years, such as finding out that he had added that girl back, and getting confused with the schoolgirl. At that time, both parents also sensed that something was wrong with us. My mother kept asking me if he was good to me, and I only said that it was very good. My mother-in-law was really good to me, which was perhaps the only consolation in this relationship, because I was busy at work, so she often made soup and brought it to us. From time to time, she would make some dumplings and wontons for me to put in the refrigerator, so that we could eat less takeout. In the winter, she would also tie scarves and knit gloves for me. Then she liked to grow flowers and always gave them to me. Move a few pots, even though they are always fed to death by me. We had been married for three years without having any children. She talked to me about it, but there was no possibility of giving birth to a new life in such an unstable marriage, so I had to tell her that I would give birth as soon as I got promoted. She didn't force me, she just said that having grandchildren was her biggest wish in her life. Later, she always liked to knit small sweaters and socks, saying they were all for the baby. In the end, I didn’t have a showdown with them when we got divorced. I originally wanted to tell the woman’s husband, but his words about having a wife made me know that there are still men in the world who don’t cheat. Even though he may not be treated well, I hope he doesn't want to know those things. Sometimes it's better to be kept in the dark than anything else. What's wrong with being silly and happy?

It’s been almost half a year since my divorce, and I still feel like I’m still not over it. When we divorced, he told me that he knew what I had done to him, and he told me that I was a good person and asked me not to do anything wrong. It’s my own fault to be honest. I got divorced two years ago. Maybe now that I have found someone who loves me, I won’t lose hope in relationships. I don’t know if he is doing well or not. I blocked him half a year ago, and my mother-in-law blocked him in the end. The house belongs to me, he cleans up and leaves the house. He has always been generous with money. I think both parents vaguely knew what happened to us at that time, but this is how people grow up. If you don’t want to tell, others won’t either. When forced to ask, it seems like there is missing a key point in talking about everything. After the divorce, I rented a loft to live outside. The house has not been sold yet, so I almost want to advertise it in this answer hahahahaha. I plan to buy a loft after selling the apartment, buy myself a car, and become a good young man living alone. About a week after my divorce, a colleague came to see me and asked me if he still had a chance. I still haven’t figured out his feelings for me. Maybe as adults after divorce, they just want to find someone to live with, so as not to live too much. He is cold, but I know very well that he is just the product of my hot head. I have no feelings for him. I rejected him and have not contacted him yet, but he likes every post in my circle of friends.

I am still very confused about my love life. It seems that I don’t dare to trust someone, I don’t dare to love, and I don’t dare to start. Maybe when I can enjoy a relationship in which both parties may be betrayed, then I will really learn to love.