First off: I’m a girl. My girlfriend’s a girl. Correct pronouns and all.
I know this board gets inundated with these threads… I apologize in advance. In my experience this is the best place to find objective advice.
A little background: I’ve been dating this girl for about a year & a half. She and I are basically perfect for each other-- we never fight, we’re completely in love, we have the relationship everyone else envies. We’ve talked about marriage & kids several times, something I’ve never felt comfortable doing with anyone else. It’s been a long-distance relationship from the beginning, except that she lived with me this past summer, which was beyond great.
Well, fast forward to three nights ago, which found me just shitbombed out of my mind drunk downtown with some friends. I remember very close to nothing from this night, but I apparently made out with a girl I work with. I took a day to think about it, felt like shit, and finally I called my girlfriend crying about it last night, telling her I was so sorry, I would never do that consciously, etc etc, honestly thinking she’d break up with me.
She didn’t. She was extremely understanding, said she’d never throw all this away for one drunken mistake, and not even a bad one at that. I told her how wonderful she was and that I didn’t deserve her… to which she eventually responded that actually, she was the one who didn’t deserve me. I heard something fucked up in that tone, and I asked her what she meant.
After she moved back to her home state at the end of summer, I had sensed some distance. We hardly talked at all for her always being over at her friends’ house. She started mentioning this guy who’d started hanging around over there a lot and hitting on her, saying he made her feel really uncomfortable. Of course I bristled at this, but I probably would’ve let it go if she hadn’t brought it up several times over the course of a few months. Finally she stopped mentioning his name and I pretty much stopped thinking about it.
In this conversation we had last night, she confessed that she slept with him once back in September. She says she was confused, she didn’t know whether she wanted to stay with me, she thought there might be something else out there for her. She says he was the first person she’d been attracted to since we started dating, she was a little tipsy, and it just happened. But apparently within 30 minutes of fucking him she knew she wanted to be with me forever. To add insult to injury, she informed me that she never knew I was her soulmate until after she fucked him.
She swears it was only once. She swears she would never ever do it again, she wants to marry me, I’m the only one she wants to be with. I ask her why, when I made it crystal fucking CLEAR to her that all she ever had to do if she felt like she wanted someone else was to tell me so I could give her the freedom to explore it, why the fuck she couldn’t tell me until I fucked up myself. She says because she’s selfish and didn’t want to face the consequences.
I feel disgusted. I cannot even conceive of how she could do this to me. I have literally no trust for her. And yet I can’t let her go. I love her with all my fucking heart and I can’t see my life without her in it. I feel so fucking betrayed… I can’t believe that this fucking douchebag got to touch her in the same way that I do, the way that I thought was reserved only for me for the rest of our lives. It makes me want to fucking vomit.
I don’t know what the hell to do. I feel like I can’t leave her, but I don’t see how I can ever stop visualizing this. I don’t know if I can ever get past it and I don’t want to spend my life torturing her. I love her too much to put her through hell for any reason.
I’m not sure what I want out of this thread. Advice, commiseration, blunt objects to the head… anything is better than this mental car crash.