A year has passed now since this happened but I still find the story interesting to tell because it's still so unbelievable to me. I'm 20 now and was in a relationship with a guy for about a year and a half, we met online when I was a lot younger; fast foward to maybe 3 years ago when we finally met in person and finally admitted that we liked each other and decided to make it official. He was, at first, a great guy and we got along and spent a lot of time together but that didn't last long at all; it quickly escalated in him being very controlling, he was also very materialistic and demanding. I don't want this to end up being hours long but long story stort it got bad, we argued all the time, we were very different people and maybe that was a major factor in it but eventually things got from bad to worse, we started seeing each other less, then out of nowhere he had ideas in his head that I was being sneaky behind his back which pissed me off severly- not trying to come across as some sort of angel but I would and could never be able to cheat on anyone I think it one of the most dispicable things you can to do someone you claim you "love". Fastforward some more and he was still worried that I was cheating, I didn't know how to explain it clearer than how I already had. I was very close to a girl I met from school let's called her Amanda, and they both got along which was very important for me that they were friends, I think you can see where it is going from here but yeah, we were all friends and one day we were chilling in my house and I had to leave for work at around 6, they said they were gonna go home after me and being my naive self, believed them and didn't think anything of it. After I finished work I came home and they were both chilling in my bed...I don't know how I didn't clock anything but I didn't... next day Amanda and I are in my house and she leaves her phone as she goes to the bathroom, and I see my boyfriend's name pop up on her phone, an instant reaction I grabbed the phone and read the texts, I see him calling her "baby" and things of that nature and I broke down in tears, she comes back into my room and grabs her phone, her face turns bright red, then admits that they kissed and I blew up but somehow wasn't mad at her I dunno what I was thinking. Couple weeks later I get a text from another friend, lets called her Chloe messages me that she ran into my now ex in a club and called him up about the kiss, he then admitted everything that he had really done with Amanda that night in my house while I was at work. To close this, my ex and "best friend" fucked in my bed I don't know how many times while I was at work, while my family were downstairs during it, they had been going to each other's houses and fucking behind my back while she still acted like my friend, laughing, hugging and hanging out with me without me knowing that she had my boyfriend's dick and ass on her mouth! Nasty ass little fucking hoe who to this day I have not spoken to since I confronted her, she still hasn't admitted it almost a year and a half later and he, well he too can go to hell and I'm glad she gave him chlamydia. Moral of the story is why the fuck do people cheat - how can anyone be so fucking heartless in this world and a massive fuck you to anyone who has done it and it currently doing it you deserve nobody.