I cheated on my boyfriend, and he never knew about it. There was a silent moment where things became intimate, and I let myself stupidly get overtaken by lust. I am not the victim even whilst he was unaware, but it constantly stayed with me as he showed me love and comfort that I don’t even come close to deserving, and i can’t believe I accepted it knowing about what I did.
I broke it off. I broke the relationship off after a month of knowing about what I did. A month knowing that I violated the only person who saw me for who I am without all the usual scrutiny that came with me being me. A month knowing and talking to the person who felt comfortable in confiding in me what he hadn’t with even those closest to him. And yet I dropped all of that for one night due to my perilous stupidity.
I love him. I love him so much. But I don’t come close to deserving even his presence for such a violation. I’m a bad person, and I want to become better.
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