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That may be, but it sucks even more if you catch your significant other in the act. However, that is exactly what happened to the following people. The following Reddit users share stories of walking in on their ex-boyfriend/girlfriend cheating on them.
Walked in on fiancé in bed with a friend of her’s she met while I was away. The engagement ring was on the nightstand next to them. I just calmly walked over, picked up the ring, said “looks like we won’t be needing this anymore” walked out, returned the ring, went home, punched a hole in the garage wall.
Left the bar we were at (together, I might add) to get some fresh air outside with a friend we were with. Came back in and saw her sucking face with some dude at the bar. Friend looks at me, very confused. Not wanting to cause a scene, I had us go back outside. Came back in when they were done, got everyone home safe where they needed to be, called her out on it at home, and broke up with her.
Granted, we weren’t working out and I was looking for an excuse to break up with her, but it still sucked.
I ghosted her. In a big way.
I left on a Wednesday afternoon to go out of town for work until Friday night. She wasn’t working that day so I kissed her goodbye and left figuring that she’d probably crash at my place while I was gone. Once I got on the road I realized I left my paint meter (I was going to an auto auction) at the house so I turned around and went back to grab it. I guess I was gone an hour? Anyhow, I get home and there’s a strange car in the driveway… I enter the house quietly, grab the paint meter that I had left by the door, hear her clearly doing some guy… Ok, it’s on. I walk outside, snap a pic of his car in my driveway and leave.
I sneak back out, call a friend of mine who works construction, he gets me in touch with his friend the locksmith. The next morning after she leaves for work the locks are changed.
That night I get a panicked phone call, many of them. I ignore them. The next morning I text her a picture of his car, told her the locks were changed and to not bother calling me or texting me as she was now blocked.
I screamed that there was a fire. Locked them out of the house. They were naked in January in Hungary. -30 celsius. Happened 20 years ago.
I was having a lot of complications when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter and had extreme pain one day, so I came home early from work. When I got home I saw two purses sitting on the stand that I knew weren’t mine.
I head to my room to see if my then boyfriend could explain the purses. I hear noises coming from our room and I know exactly what those sounds were. I opened the door to peek in and he’s having a threesome. I close the door and just go back into the living room. I was shocked.
I was supposed to be on bed-rest, but I was the only one who had a job, so I was going to school and working while he got to stay home all day. I was livid, but what was scary is that I was so furious that I remained calm. I went into the living room, sat on the couch and waited for them to come out. When they finally did I asked them if they had fun? Told them they needed to get out of my apartment. He tried to talk to me, but I told him he needed to get out.
I calmly packed his stuff up, had a friend come over because I couldn’t do heavy lifting being 7 months pregnant and dropped his stuff off at his parents’ house that night. It’s still shocking to me that I remained so calm being that angry.
This didn’t happen to me but a co-worker. He came home early and she was banging the best man from his wedding. They didn’t see him, so he left, and never went back. He worked as a mechanic days and a bartender nights to buy her a nice house and nice car, he drove an 80s Chevy truck with 350,000 miles. She didn’t know why he didn’t come home.
He quit the shop with no notice. Each day he was missing her calls to the shop and she became more frantic. He showed at work two weeks later to get his check. Told us why he ghosted on us. Left her with a fine house and a car she can’t pay for. They didn’t have kids, so I guess it’s good.
I was out for a friend’s birthday and my boyfriend was out with his friends but was supposed to meet up with us. We were texting but his replies seemed like he was drunk until he just stopped replying. So last call happens and I go back with my friend to her place which was just down the street from my boyfriend’s apartment. I’m drunk and I know he’s drunk so I decided to head to his place so I can surprise him and get laid.
Funny story. I got surprised because he was getting laid. I straight walked in on him with some woman naked on top of him. There was lots of yelling and he tried to blame it on me. I will never forget the sight of him naked in the kitchen trying to hide his junk while telling me I made him cheat.
He also tried to tell me he couldn’t get it up so he never really had sex with her.
All in all, it was a really awful experience and it made me incredibly insecure for the next few years. Also jealous. It really messed me up in my next few relationships.
It was actually at a bar. I spotted him with another girl about a dozen yards away sharing wine and an appetizer. I went up to them and was just like “Hi, uh, I thought you were at Joe’s tonight?” He just kinda looked at me dumbfounded and went “oh, hi, this is Alipoo, this is Laura”. It was VERY bizarre and we all just stared at each other for a minute before he had the balls to say “we are just finishing up here but I’ll come by your apartment later”.
He wouldn’t take my phone calls or respond to text messages while I was at work. I looked and found his online dating profile. Came home, went through his phone. He had been cheating on me with multiple women. Sent and received nudes. Went to their houses.
He also took pictures of MY house and sent them to women claiming it was his and he “just bought it.” He didn’t respond that day because he had a date with a girl at Walmart. Woke him up after I went through his phone and told him I knew. His response, “this couldn’t wait till the morning?”
I went in planning to beat up the guy having sex with my wife. I then saw he was comfortable 6ft 4 and all muscle. I decided to close the door and calmly take my stuff and go.
I called my ex while I was out with my boys to overhear her sleeping with someone else. I stayed on the call for 7 minutes and 13 seconds until I was 100% sure it was her.
Never figured out why she answered the phone. She then called me about 10 minutes later and denied that the event ever took place and began to say she was raped while begging for me to come comfort her. I’m so glad to be rid of that one.
I never quite walked in on them having sex but a few years back, I was coming home from a week long, out of province course. I came back a day early and walking into my house, every trace of me was hidden. Calendars with my writing, pictures that are normally on the wall and beside the bed, my perfumes, makeup and shower stuff – everything.
I opened our bedroom closet and everything that appeared to have vanished was chaotically shoved in there. I had an inclination my ex-boyfriend was cheating for a while but suppressed the fear way, way down – that day, doing that was no longer possible, and I left.
Went to the bar with my ex-boyfriend. The bar was conveniently right below our apartment. After about 3 rounds of 2-for-1s I had to pee something fierce and when I realized how cramped the ladies room was I decided to just run upstairs to my apartment to use the washroom instead. Walked in on him, naked as the day he was born, penis in his hand as he’d just pulled out.
This happens after I’d helped him overcome his drug addiction for the past 6 months and showed him nothing but compassion and understanding. I moved out, the bartender moved in, and she’s now the “love of his life”. Good riddance, jerk.
