First, I don’t intend this to be a pity party for me. I’m just a bit depressed right now and want some objective opinions. So there’s no confusion, I’m gay. And apologies if this is not the appropriate board.
Five months ago, I was in the grocery store and I saw a cute guy in the dairy aisle who flashed me the biggest smile. My heart melted. I’m pretty shy, so I let the opportunity to introduce myself pass by. About 45 minutes later, I stopped for gas at a nearby 7-11 and who did I see in the next lane pumping gas? The same guy. He smiled at me again and I told him that it must be our destiny to meet. We did talk for a long time and I really liked him. We exchanged phone numbers and our relationship began.
I won’t bore everyone with the details, but over the next month or so, we both fell in love. He (Jason) was funny, smart, cute, charming and so romantic. Basically, the past five months have been among the happiest in my 37 years on this earth. We did everything together. After about 2 months, he told me he loved me and I told him I loved him too. We were discussing the idea of moving in together. We were always together. He was always telling me how much he loved me and how he didn’t know how he survived prior to our meeting. I was head over heels in love.
Well, Jason went on a business trip last week and he arrived back home last Friday… On Sunday, I lost my cell phone and he was kind enough to loan me his, since I needed to have a way to call the office until I could get a new phone. I left it in the car while I ran into work and noticed that someone had called and left a message while I was gone. Since I had given the number out to several people, I assumed it was for me and listened to the message. It was a guy named David who left a sexually explicit message telling Jason how much he missed him and how much he enjoyed their night together in the city he had his business trip in. I was literally devastated…
I walked around like a zombie the rest of the day and cried off and on. When I got home I called him and told him I needed to talk to him. I drove to his house and immediately started crying when he opened the door. I confronted him. He started crying and was very apologetic. He admitted having a one night stand and begged me to forgive him. He swore it didn’t mean anything and professed his undying love for me. Granted, I still love him, and will probably love him for many years to come. But, I’m not sure I can ever forgive him. I really, really thought he was the one I’d spend the rest of my life with. How could I have been so stupid? I haven’t seen him since the confrontation and I’m starting to miss him. I guess I’m in mourning. I’m just so devastated. I don’t feel I can ever trust him again.
Jason called me today and wants to meet me tomorrow. I’m not sure what to do. At this point, I don’t think it’s a good idea to see him.
I’d like to hear from other people who have forgiven a boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse for infidelity and how it turned out. I’m pretty sure our relationship is over, but I miss him so much. How long does it hurt? Are all gay men cheaters? It seems like a lot of my gay friends have been in similar situations. And also a lot of my straight friends, come to think of it.
Eric