This is the story of how I came to cheat on my boyfriend of 2 years. It never crossed my mind for our entire relationship, we weren’t healthy by any means but I was genuinely loyal and patient.
I’m a 21 year old, I work a crappy retail job full time and I date a (lovable) idiot who we’ll call Mike. My free time goes mainly to my boyfriend, we have a great sex life and physically just being near him and cuddling kills my stress most nights. Mike’s parents are super rich so he doesn’t work as much but has his own place, he’s never wanted me to move in but I don’t mind.
Our relationship is not balanced, I’m not really allowed close male friends but he has a lot of female friends. He’s charming and handsome but I never worry about him with girls. He gets particularly pissed if I get a lift home from my coworker, Joe – he is tall, muscular. Despite it cutting 20 minutes off journeys home he doesn’t like me getting a lift with him and doesn’t get why I can’t go with someone else. Joe is bi, but I tell Mike he is gay just to calm his nerves “I don’t like him that way and even if I did he’s gay” it usually calms him down but he still feels threatened.