Begged me, my friends, and my parents to give him a THIRD chance, still caught him cheating 5 months later.
We’d dated for five years, with two breakups, but they were never very clean. The first breakup was because we’d dated for two years and he still wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to be with me. The second was because he had become “sure,” and we’d gotten back together, but then after a couple more years he decided to move to a different state and start cheating on me. After that breakup I moved somewhere new, got a new job, and started dating again. I was the happiest I’d ever been. Then I started getting some cryptic texts from old friends in my hometown (where The Ex lived) asking how much I liked the guys I’d gone on dates with, if I still thought about my ex, etc. Turns out The Ex had decided he was “sure” again and he was pouring his very sad and convincing heart out to all of my friends, hoping they’d vouch for him. He even took my parents out to dinner. Then one day I got an email from him saying he’d moved to the city where I lived, and couldn’t live without me. We met up, we started hanging out, I fell for it all and we got back together. Not even 5 months later he was cheating on me again. With TWO different girls.
Ladies, he may be a beautiful soul, somewhere, deeeeeep deep down, but Rachel’s mom was right: “Once a cheater, always a cheater.”
(Don’t worry, I’ve moved again, gotten an even better job, and started dating a real man. The Ex still tells my friends he misses me. Karma’s a B****.)
