I thought I was the boyfriend. Turns out I was the other guy.
It’s painful to find out your boyfriend is cheating on you.
But it’s even more painful to realize you were the other person all along. I’ve been with my “boyfriend” for almost a year. Everything felt real, until I found out he’s still living with his “ex.”
When I confronted him, he admitted it. He said he should’ve told me earlier. I asked him if he could leave and choose me. He said he couldn’t. According to him, his ex has nowhere else to go, and they’ve been together for 10 years. He said staying is his way of returning the favor for everything they’ve been through.
That alone hurt. But what broke me even more was learning they still sleep together. In the end, I wasn’t the boyfriend. I was the rebound. The third party in a relationship that never really ended.
And somehow, I feel like my presence only helped them find their way back to each other. Am I too soft for crying over this and feeling this betrayed? I’m 41, and this is my first serious relationship. It feels like I was never really in it at all. Sana pinasa ko nalang yung chain message nung HS ako para di nalang ako nasumpa nang ganito. Ang saket beh 😭😭😭