42. No Victims
There are no victims in this story:
She went out to a party one night. I wasn’t able to make it, but I completely trusted her. Around midnight, I got a call letting me know that she was cheating on me at that exact moment.
Completely calmly, I called her cell and left a voice mail letting her know that I was going over to an old buddy to make out. I did exactly that. In my mind, we were over the moment I got that call. However, I couldn’t help but feel like I was the one cheating on her.
We talked a few days later. She wanted to stay together. I felt terrible, but I couldn’t stay with her.
Felt bad man.