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I Caught My Girlfriend Cheating at the Club… And Her Mom Took My Side | Early Fast News
Aug 4, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Caught My Girlfriend Cheating at the Club… And Her Mom Took My Side | Early Fast News What happens when the girl you planned to marry turns out to be lying, cheating, and manipulating you for years? This is my story — how I discovered my girlfriend was secretly meeting another man during her so-called “girls' nights,” how I confronted her at a club, and how her own mother disowned her after the truth came out. From heartbreak to healing, this is not just a story of betrayal... it’s a story of growth, strength, and finally letting go. 🎧 If you’ve ever loved someone who didn’t deserve it — this story is for you. 💬 Comment below if you've gone through something similar. 🔔 Subscribe for more brutally honest, real-life stories every week. #Healing #Heartbreak #MovingOn ——— 📌 Timestamps:
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The first sign was a flicker, a small
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unsettling ripple in the otherwise
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placid sea of our relationship.
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It came through my phone, a series of
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snapshots from my girlfriend's night
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out. She and her friends were at a club,
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a regular ritual of theirs for the past
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year, a part of her life that I, an
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introverted heart, had always been
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content to let her have.
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But as I scrolled through the photos, my
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heart started to beat a little faster.
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In the background of one snap, a man was
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standing too close to her, his hand on
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the small of her back. The next snap
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showed them leaning into each other, a
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closeness that felt too intimate, too
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wrong. A knot of anxiety tightened in my
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chest. I, a man who had sworn off
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jealousy, found myself doing something I
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never thought I would. I checked her
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Snapchat score. It had jumped by 42
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points in the span of an hour. She was
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actively messaging someone. And yet,
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when I messaged her, her response was a
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dismissive text about how boring the
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night was. "Doesn't look dull," I typed
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back, the words laced with a bitterness
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I couldn't hide. "Based on what your
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friend's sending,"
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she shot back a lie, a flimsy excuse
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about saving face, and making it look
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like she was having a good time. Then
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she sent another snap, claiming a sudden
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headache.
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I can come and get you, I offered a
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desperate olive branch of hope that she
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was telling the truth. She read the
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message and then a silence fell. The
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snaps from her friend stopped. My
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messages went unanswered. My mind, a
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frantic engine of worry and frustration,
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raced. Why the silence? Who was this
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guy? The image of him, his hand on her
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back, his lips inches from hers,
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replayed in my mind like a broken film
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reel. I had to know. The man who
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preferred the quiet solitude of his
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apartment to the pulsating chaos of a
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nightclub found himself pulling on a
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jacket, his keys clutched in his hand. I
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felt like an idiot, a paranoid boyfriend
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on a fool's errand. The drive to the
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club was a blur of self-doubt and
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gnawing suspicion. What would I find?
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Would she be sick? Would I be making a
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fool of myself? I had a legitimate
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thought just a few weeks ago that I
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wanted to marry her.
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Now I was a stranger driving to a club
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to see if my girlfriend was cheating.
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Everything felt so confusing. I walked
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into the club, the base thuing in my
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chest like a second terrified heartbeat.
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I felt like a ghost, an invisible man in
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a sea of bodies, until I saw her.
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At the back of the club, in a secluded
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booth, she was locked in an embrace with
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a man I'd never seen before. Her body
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was a puzzle piece, perfectly slotted
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into his. Their lips, a blur of motion,
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were swapping spit in a moment of stolen
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intimacy. Her friend, a silent
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conspirator in this act of betrayal, saw
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me first. She ran up to her, whispering
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something in her ear, and my girlfriend,
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startled, pushed the guy away. He, a
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coward, took off into the crowd, a
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shadow disappearing into the darkness.
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"It wasn't what it looked like," she
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said, her voice a desperate, frantic
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lie. "It was exactly what it looked
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like," I replied, my voice a low,
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dangerous growl. Our words became a
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heated exchange, a public spectacle of a
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private betrayal.
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Her friend, seeing the scene unfold,
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went to security.
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They, without a second thought, hauled
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me out of the club, a man whose only
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crime was discovering the truth. I drove
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home, a hollow shell of the man who had
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left an hour earlier, and sat on my
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couch, my world in pieces. She called.
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She texted a flurry of denials and
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accusations.
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"You're blowing this up," she wrote.
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"You don't trust me. You had no right to
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show up like that." I didn't answer. I
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just started packing. The reckoning,
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just like that, after 5 years, it was
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over. My first love, a high school
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sweetheart who died tragically, had left
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me with a wound that never truly healed.
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My girlfriend, with her purple hair, her
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glitter, and her free-spirited nature,
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had been the balm to that wound.
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I, an introvert who preferred the
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sidelines, had been pulled into her
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world of music festivals and late
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nights. I thought we were the perfect
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opposites, a magnetic pull of two
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different worlds colliding. But now I
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know it was all a lie. She wasn't trying
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to make me a better person. She was
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trying to turn me into someone I'm not.
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The man who had been perfectly happy
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reading a book on the sidelines had
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become someone I no longer recognized. I
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learned who the guy was. The manager of
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the club, a man she had been meeting all
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along under the guise of girls nights.
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She had tried to claim he was gay, but a
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friend of mine, a voice of reason in
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this chaotic storm, told me he was a
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notorious womanizer. Every girl's night
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had been a lie, a carefully constructed
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cover for her to meet him. A week later,
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I went to her place with two of my
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buddies to collect my things. Her mother
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was there, and she looked at me with the
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warmth of a woman who loved me like a
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son. But when I told her I was leaving,
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that her daughter had cheated on me, her
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face turned red with rage. "It wasn't
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what it looked like," my ex screamed.
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Her voice a desperate echo of her lies.
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She tried to tell her mom I was
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delusional, that there was no man, that
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I was just looking for an excuse to
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leave her, but her mom wasn't having it.
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Who do you think you are?" she screamed
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back. "He was going to marry you. He
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asked your father and I for your hand."
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The bomb, a quiet, painful secret I had
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kept, exploded in the middle of the
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living room. "You've ruined your life,"
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she said, her voice dripping with
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disappointment. "We're not paying for
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your master's degree anymore. You're on
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your own." All hell broke loose. As the
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two of them screamed at each other, a
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symphony of anger and betrayal, my
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buddies and I packed up the last of my
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belongings and got the hell out of
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there.
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In the days that followed, I purged my
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life of her. I drained our shared
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checking account, canceled her car
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insurance, and sold the concert tickets
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she had talked me into buying. I
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canceled her off our phone plan, a final
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act of separation. When she found out
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about the money, she flipped out,
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claiming she couldn't pay her bills.
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"Whose fault is that?" I asked, and then
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I blocked her. She tried to reach me on
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every social media platform, her
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messages a mix of accusations and
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denials. She posted pictures of her and
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the guy, his tongue down her throat, all
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while claiming he was gay. Her friends,
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her conspirators, tried to lecture me
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about how heartless I was, and I blocked
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them all. I was hurting. A wound still
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fresh and raw. But I was also healing. I
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found a new apartment, a new life, a new
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beginning.
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The aftermath.
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The pain was a constant compion, a heavy
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weight that followed me from room to
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room. I'd lost my future, my partner, a
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woman I had thought was the love of my
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life. I tried to distract myself, but
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nothing could fill the void she had
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left.
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Then a friend invited me to the gym. I,
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a man who had never been a gymgo, found
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a strange kind of peace in the rhythmic
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thud of the treadmill and the metallic
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clang of weights. Slowly, I started to
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feel like myself again. I didn't need
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someone else to be happy. I could be
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enough on my own. Her parents, my pseudo
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parents, stayed in touch. They had gone
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no contact with her, cutting her off
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completely, just as her mom had
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promised. They told me she had tried to
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stay with them, but they had refused,
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saying enough freeloading.
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They still loved me like a son, a quiet,
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painful reminder of the family I had
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almost had. And then she found a way to
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reach me again. A blocked number, a
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desperate attempt to claw her way back
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into my life. She apologized, a hollow,
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meaningless apology. And then she blamed
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me. It wasn't cheating, she said. It was
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only a few times he had forced her to do
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it. It was my fault, she claimed,
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because I wasn't giving her enough
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attention. I played too many video
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games. I never wanted to go out and I
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made her feel unprett. I hung up. I told
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her parents about the call and they with
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a laugh of disbelief told me she had
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tried to come to their house, but they
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had refused to even let her in. It
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looked like she had all her belongings
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in her car, her mom said. A casual
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observation that hit me like a ton of
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bricks. She was quite possibly living
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out of her car. That's what she gets.
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Our relationship, a story I had once
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thought was a love story, was now
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nothing more than a cautionary tale. I
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had been a fool, blinded by a lie, a
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victim of my own naivity.
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But I was not a victim anymore. I was a
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survivor, a man who had been burned by
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the fire of betrayal and had come out on
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the other side, not unscathed, but
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stronger.
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I had a new apartment, a gym membership,
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and a new perspective. I was finally
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starting to heal and I for the first
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time in a very long time was ready to
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live
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