01-07-2014, 10:42 AM
I was raised in a family that both of them cheated on each other continually. I watched what happened, not understanding why you say you love someone and do those type of things. I remember when I was young, traveling somewhere, my brother on the back seat, and me on the floor waking up and something was going on that I didn't understand until later.
Then we moved to New Mexico, an my stepfather was doing it with my best friends mother. So many times and so many bad things that I said I would never do this to another person. I consider myself a half, my real father I don't think ever held me in his arms. The half comes from having 2 half brothers and one half sister. This I didn't find out till about 5 years ago, my birth certificate only listed my name and date of birth and place. It was destroyed in Katrina and when I finally got around to ordering a new from New York, it was dated two days after my birth with my new name.
I have never cheated but have been cheat on twice. The first one I tried to forget. The second one I could never forgive, and should have. I loved the second one very much and tired to save things, but I just wanted her to tell me just once she was sorry but that never came to pass. Until the end when it just didn't matter anymore. I would take her every where I went to meet my friends, should have know something was amiss when in seven years I never meet one of hers, just her parents and a brother. I feel we were both to blame.
To me, if people feel the need to cheat, why be in the relationship to begin with.
Then we moved to New Mexico, an my stepfather was doing it with my best friends mother. So many times and so many bad things that I said I would never do this to another person. I consider myself a half, my real father I don't think ever held me in his arms. The half comes from having 2 half brothers and one half sister. This I didn't find out till about 5 years ago, my birth certificate only listed my name and date of birth and place. It was destroyed in Katrina and when I finally got around to ordering a new from New York, it was dated two days after my birth with my new name.
I have never cheated but have been cheat on twice. The first one I tried to forget. The second one I could never forgive, and should have. I loved the second one very much and tired to save things, but I just wanted her to tell me just once she was sorry but that never came to pass. Until the end when it just didn't matter anymore. I would take her every where I went to meet my friends, should have know something was amiss when in seven years I never meet one of hers, just her parents and a brother. I feel we were both to blame.
To me, if people feel the need to cheat, why be in the relationship to begin with.