In the intricate web of human relationships, infidelity lurks as one of the most devastating betrayals. From heart-wrenching stories of shattered trust to shocking confessions of guilt, we dive into the captivating realm of real-life cheating escapades. In this article, we bring you a collection of jaw-dropping narratives straight from the individuals who have experienced the tumultuous aftermath of infidelity firsthand.
30. The Worst Possible Scenario
On the first of Dec I got the news I was dreading. All of the tests have confirmed the diagnosis. I have stage 4 pancreatic cancer. So basically this will be my last holiday season. I am ok with what is going to come. I am at peace with that. I have had a life well lived. All of my loved ones will be taken care of. I am naturally a private person so my WW (Jane) is unaware of my tests. I did not want to worry her until I had answers. So I head home early to have “the talk”. This is not something I want to do over the phone or text.
Well as you can guess since I am here, my life changed more than once that afternoon. When I arrive at the house I noticed the car of one of my business partners in the drive. There was no mistaking it, flashy expensive with a personalized license tag. To say this is out of the ordinary is an understatement. I pull up our home camera system on my phone and notice it is in privacy mode (not recording). So I let it be and drove off to my farm property.
Now our camera system is for safety and I never look at it unless there is a concern. With that said, I also love to watch for wildlife on the outside cameras. I also find it oddly satisfying to watch storms come through. So for my own enjoyment, years ago I configured a second video recorder to archive the cameras to local storage. That storage is not accessible via my phone. So when I was at the farm I opened up my computer and looked at the other server to confirm what my gut was telling me. And sure enough there they were, snuggling in the living room, drinking wine, dancing, then going up to the bedroom suite. Apparently they left the doors open, because the microphone recorded their activities after they left the camera view.
With my limited time left, I wanted answers, but I don’t want the drama of a confrontation and divorce. Call me what you will. But all of my devotion and love for her left me that afternoon. I have all of the emotions that are to be expected. I know that I am not to blame. I have been a loyal, romantic, and attuned partner.
I am now thinking about myself. I know what is important to me. So I called my lawyer, and we reviewed my will and our prenup. I told him what was going on. We worked on understanding of how long and to what extent this affair has been going on. What has been found is disturbing and I either clearly did not know the woman I shared two-plus decades of life with or something in her changed.
At this time I am not going to say anything to my kids (WW and I never had children), or WW. I am going to put on a stiff upper lip and get through the holidays. Give the kids and grandkids one last holiday memory with me involved. I will be the doting father and grandfather, and then try to play the doting husband role.
29. She Gets The Last Laugh
After some time my ex would sleep with his phone in his pocket – weird red flag but I never said anything. When I noticed he wouldn’t even pull up his phone in front of me I knew something was up.
One night it slipped out of his sweats and I woke up with it near my legs. I was just going to put it on the charger honestly but I saw he had a bunch of notifications and messages from a dating app.
Man, I wanted to slap him awake. But I didn’t.
So I created a profile using a friend of mines pictures (that he never met and I had her approval). She was his type 100% and I knew he loved blue eyes. So when we matched like I knew we would, we got to chatting. We talked for about a week before I suggested meeting up. Flirting, sexual stuff. He told her (me) that he was single and lived with a friend. So I suggested him paying for a hotel room so we could f-ck. He said he would. We picked a spot.
Mind you I paid for everything because he was unemployed after losing his job. He drained my savings account over the year with manipulation. “We’re family, we take care of each other when we’re in tough spots” he would say whenever I told him I didn’t have extra money. I paid my student loans, all bills of a one bedroom, and the food.
This boy had the ball sack to ask me for money in person. That his mom’s bday was coming up and he wanted to buy her something nice. So I gave him $50. Just because it was hilarious at this point. I still think about the smile on his face in that moment. That weekend he left. Said he was going to his mom’s and that he’d probably stay the night.
I kissed him goodbye and told him to have a great time. Then I packed all of his stuff and left it outside. I live in a US city so it went fast. Got the locks changed. He messaged me a few times on the app- I told him I was running late because I wanted to “look perfect” but I was coming and so sorry! My friend also sent me some sexy pictures to send him that didn’t fully include her face (she’s a real one). I even talked him into jerking off and sending me a video.
Then after making him sit until about 1am. I messaged him on the dating app a picture of his belongings being rummaged through by a homeless man. And to enjoy his stay in a hotel. As soon as my phone rang, I blocked his number and went to bed.
He was outside of my door the Monday I came home from work. Ugly crying. Begging. Telling me he was homeless and had no where to go. When I wasnt having it – he got angry per usual. Once he started grabbing and trying to get into my apartment, I called the police. Filed a restraining order because he did threaten my life (and my pets!) for putting him out. Found out he ended up moving a few hours away where his only family is – and has a job!
Hopefully he learned something.
28. Eating Good In The Neighborhood
I lived in a small, boring town and when we got our first Applebee’s, it created a sensation. My side chick insisted I take her there for lunch then when we got the check, I tried to leave the waitress a twenty.
Bad idea. My date thought I was trying to hit on the waitress with the large tip and got upset with me.
“Oh, Mr. Sinatra, why don’t you spend a little of that cash on me instead?”
Her ridicule shamed me into pulling back the twenty and leaving a five instead.
Bad idea. My actual girlfriend developed a hankering for Applebee’s that night. I tried to weasel my way out of going again but she wore me down and we got the same waitress. She was none too pleased to see me after that weak tip.
“Back again? You two really like to eat good in the neighbourhood!”
My girlfriend gave the waitress a strange look and she said: “Oh, and I love the new pixie cut. Much easier to manage!”
My girlfriend looked nothing like my mistress. The waitress was simply playing dumb and acting like a haircut was involved to rat me out.
And it worked! The gf figured out I had been banging that co-worker with hair down to her a**.
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27. Car Accident Somehow Becomes Blessing In Disguise
So my ex fiancé (M26)cheated on me when I was about 6 months pregnant (F27). I worked as a restaurant manager and took a week off from work to fly out to Europe (that’s where I grew up) to see my family for the first time since the pregnancy, before it was to late to fly.
When I got back home there was a facial scrub in my shower that didn’t belong to me. I freaked out. I asked for answers: he lies. Complete denial, thinks I’m an idiot. He goes “I don’t know how that ended up here, maybe it’s yours”. I was livid. Cried all day at work that day. Asked again at night and he starts yelling at me about how I don’t trust him (don’t forget I’m pregnant as fuck here and he’s putting this on me. Baffling)
I then try to let it go. I decided to stop thinking about it and focus on my pregnancy. I know he cheated but he won’t admit it so I’m just wasting my time trying to argue.
Fast forward to 1 month post-partum. I get in a car accident, wasn’t at fault, no injuries. but my car gets totaled. Great! So now I’m faced with a big decision: Do I want to drop thousands on a new car OR do I want to leave him and move back to Europe with our son.
Somehow owning a car made me feel “attached” to the US. I don’t know why it did, but It was sort of a big commitment: “If I buy a new car that means I’m staying here and moving forward”.
A week later he comes home from work. I sat him down and said “I’m not going to spend thousands on a vehicle if you can’t admit that you had unprotected sex with some girl in our home. I’d much rather sell all my stuff and leave”. His jaw dropped, he thought I’d let it go and he was off the hook. But he admitted to cheating.
3 months later I fly back home and I’ve been a happy single mother ever since.
Best decision I ever made. I’m really proud of myself for leaving. I don’t think I deserve to be with someone who would betray me when I need them the most – in such a horrible way (I think cheating in your home is ten times worse). Yes he is the father of my child and I won’t come between them – but I’m glad I left him. He gave me the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me but he lost all of my respect after that.
26. Growing Apart
Not me but my wife. We started getting distant from each other and we had planned a trip to see my grandparents who live a few states away.
A month before the planned trip she told me that she wanted to cancel it and go to a family reunion on her side of the family in a completely different state and that she wanted to go alone and not bring our kids. I thought it was weird because wouldn’t you want to introduce your kids to family hey never see?? Like I said we were growing distant so I just said ok fine go. Maybe he time apart will be good for us.
She came back and suddenly wanted to move across the county to “go work at a hospital job that her distant aunt had offered her.” Didn’t even ask me if I was willing to go. I told her “you do whatever it is you need to do to be you, but you’re not taking the kids.”
After a few days she realized that she couldn’t leave and not see the kids so she begged me to forgive her. I did.
Over the next month we became more distant than we were before all this had happened. I took lunch at work and decided to go home for it (which I never do). Also when I got home there was nobody home so I decided to go through her computer (which I also never do). Found pictures of her with some guy she had met on zynga poker who lived guess where….the state that her supposed family reunion was!! I’ve never had a panic attack until this day. I had to call my neighbor and have him sit with me because I legit thought I was having a heart attack.
Took pictures of everything I found, other pictures, emails, and facebook messages. I waited until the kids were in bed ( I refuse to fight and scream in front of them) and laid all my pictures out there for her to see.
Not a fun day.
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25. The Grass Isn’t Always Greener
My wife’s adultery partner (AP) was her boss, a high-income executive. So I told his wife and she divorced AP, taking him for pretty much everything. AP’s ex-wife and I bonded over a mutual hatred of our ex’s, so we thought it would torture them if we became a “couple”. It did and we spent many nights laughing over their angry voicemails, emails, etc.
But after a few “fake” dates, it turned out we actually enjoyed spending time with each other. Fast forward a year and we moved in together. AP’s ex is the “stay at home” stepmom/mom to our kids (my 2, her 3). My ex has to pay child support to me and her ex has to pay both alimony and child support — so we’re never getting married (and a cohabitation agreement is more than sufficient). We’re happy, the kids are happy, and it completely, utterly, absolutely infuriates our ex’s.
After I and AP’s ex moved in together, my wife turned up her rage a notch and made the mistake of making a threatening voicemail that we used to get a protective order that put her job in jeopardy (her boss’s boss and HR had a talk with her). The best part? My ex-wife and AP are no longer together.
Can you say “Karma”?
24. Facebook Anniversaries Uncover The Truth
Five years ago, right after my divorce, I met this woman at a concert. She was a bit younger than me, but we hit it off and she wound up going to a bar with me and my friends after that show ended. It was a fun night and we exchanged numbers. At that time, I wasn’t really using any social media except FB and that was just to keep up with my kids school and activities. So, we never friended, just text each other.
At first the texts were casual. A little flirty every once in a while, but nothing to suggest there was any interest in anything sexual. Turns out she only lived 20 minutes from me, but we never met up or saw each other. After a couple weeks of texting we figured out we were both going to be at the same concert again, but this time in another city. It was a guy weekend for me and a girl weekend for her.
So, her and her friends met me and my friends before the concert. We did a little bar hopping together. Her and her friends where younger than me and my friends and I was the only single one amongst my friends. We, my friends and I, noticed none of these girls were wearing wedding rings. So, we assumed they were all not married. They were all younger than us and there didn’t seem to be much interest outside of being friends. That was fine, at the time I wasn’t interested in a relationship anyway. After going to a couple bars, we went to the concert. Her and her friends had floor tickets and me and my friends had seats. I thought that was the end of it for that night.
After the concert me and my friends went to a bar and then to our hotels. Right after I got to my room this woman text me and asked if I wanted to come have some more drinks with her. She was at a place close to my hotel, so sure, I agreed. I went back out expecting to see her and her friends, but it was just her. I don’t even think I finished my drink by the time we were heading back to my hotel. It was awesome.
When we got back home, she started coming over to my house during the day. I have a flexible job and most days work from my house. She travels around the area for her job, so she had time to come over during the day. She’d come over after my kids went to school and left before they got home. Some days she was at my house almost the whole time my kids were at school. Even if it wasn’t my time with the kids she was there during the same time. Never at night and never during the weekends. It was just a FWB type relationship. That was perfect for me. I was involved with my kids, even coaching two of their teams, so it never interfered with my time with them or my friends. Also, I wasn’t looking for a relationship and definitely didn’t want a relationship with someone that young that may want kids. I’m done having kids. I was upfront with her about how I felt, and she was fine with it. She said she wasn’t looking for a relationship either.
This went on for almost a year. Eventually I met someone, my now wife, and broke it off with her. She was fine with that too. We never text each other again. A year after I met my wife we got married.
Two years ago, I met this woman again at a neighborhood gathering. Me and my wife were introduced to her and her husband by a friend of mine. They had recently bought the house right next to his. When we first saw each other, it wasn’t awkward or anything. We just smiled and said hi. I told my wife about our past when we got home that night. My wife is very understanding, we both accept that we both have had past relationships. No big deal.
Her husband turns out to be a pretty cool guy, he starts hanging out with my group of guys friends and we become friends too. This year he joined one of my fantasy football leagues. So, he friends me on FB. After I friend him, he friends my wife. My wife takes a look at his profile and asks how long ago I was FWB with his wife. It was five years ago. She shows me a recent post that says he and his wife have been married 8 years.
23. Ice Skating Leaves Family in Shambles
Never thought I’d be here but yet here I am.
This weekend my wife (38F) and our daughter (13f) went to visit her mom. I couldn’t go because I couldn’t get the time off work and we decided it would just be a girls weekend for them.
I’m a firefighter in a large southern city and I’m on a call and gearing up when our dispatcher calls in to tell me that there is some emergency. I’m not really needed on the work call so I get my cell phone and find a bunch of texts from my kid and a couple from a number I don’t have in my phone.
In the course of about 11 text messages, I learn that my daughter has gone ice-skating and fallen and broken her wrist. She’s in the emergency room, but cannot get treatment because no one can find my wife.
The number that I don’t know belongs to a friend of my wife’s who has gone to the emergency room to sit with my kid. She was the chaperone for the girls who had gone skating.
So I call this friend and after a lot of hemming and hawing she admits that wifey has gone to dinner with some random guy.
Well we always leave our location shared with the family because of my job. And sure enough I pull up an address and google it and it’s a fucking hotel.
This was 10PM. It’s now almost four hours later and she hasn’t answered my texts but she did finally call our kid. I have permission and insurance information and she got a cast and a referral to see an orthopedist when she gets home. The friend took our daughter back to her grandmother’s and texted me.
She said I’m sorry you had to find out this way about ______. (A guy’s name).
Apparently it’s been going on every time she’s gone home that I haven’t gone.
Meanwhile, I’ve worked countless hours of overtime to pay off our house, take us on nice vacations, send our daughter to the most expensive private school in our city.
I’m a fool.
22. Summer Camps Don’t Pay For Themselves
My ex and I met in college. She was the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She always had a crowd of guys following her around. I had some classes with her over the 4 years but I never pursued her because well, all the other guys. One day after class, she asked if I would study with her and the rest is history.
So we married. Starting our careers in the same industry, different companies. A male dominated industry. I found immediate success while she struggled. She changed jobs in the first year. She continued to struggle. In the 3rd year she became pregnant with our first son. She worked thru the pregnancy.
A few weeks after giving birth, in a routine physical, her Dr asked to do a biopsy of her cervic. The results came back as precancerous cells were found. The Dr advised if we wanted more children to do it as quick as possible as this will progress and a hysterectomy will be needed eventually. So when she was up to it she became pregnant again. She gave birth again to a boy, within a year of each other. Afterward more tests were done and different Drs advised to do the procedure now as we should not wait. With 2 babies, still infants she had her procedure done. She was heartbroken that she was done having children as we had wanted a large family.
She poured herself into being a great mother and she was(is). She became a SAHM. She took care of everything at home. Meanwhile, my career was moving along. I was offered a position with another company with a large salary bump. Life is good. When the boys went off to school she volunteered at school and was a fixture there.
I should mention that we had close friends we went to school with. A and B. We saw each other often. They started their family about the time we did. They have 1 son. The families went on vacations together, dinner, outings we were best of friends. After the son was born A the mother, went back to work and is very successful. B had a good job also until about 2001 where his job was eliminated. He struggled to find work in his field as the economy back then really affected his field. So the decision was he would be a SAHD while looking for work where we lived, as they did not want to move.
The ex and B did things together with kids. When the kids were all in school they still hung out. You can now guess they had an affair.
This story I know is long but not over. After about a year of this, hot sex in the am, B asked ex if she and I had ever talked about a threesome? It was all fantasy talk with us as we were still having a great if not slowing down sexual relationship. B had a friend he wanted to bring into the bedroom with them. The ex agreed. The day came and this guy(C) came over to B’s house. He took his suit off as ex and B got warmed up. So they had their threesome. Afterward the guy told them that he usually had to pay for sex so he left a couple hundred dollar bills and asked ex if he could have a one one with ex. She told him she needed to think about that and B would get back to him. Eventually C recommended someone else and a business was born.
Eventually, B was re employed and had to leave ex on her own. She used a different cell phone. She rented out a storage unit and made it her closet/office. She used the money to buy outfits her clientele requested. She even bought a car, she did not want her minivan spotted at a hotel. The guys had to pay for a room at a nice hotel. She kept the car at the storage unit. Everything was in cash.
She never brought the money into our lives that I know of. Though we would send the kids to different day camps during summer. She claimed she tightened up our budget to pay for it. She only worked during school hours. She always picked the boys up at school. On a few rare occasions B would pick them up and keep them until she got home. Our home life never suffered. I admit I was working a ton and moving up the ladder. The weekends were our family time. Sex was generally on the weekends, I thought because of my work life this worked best. Most nights we would cuddle on the couch watching tv.
All most done, 2016 comes along We have one son in college the other a senior in hs. I get a call from B. Ex is in the hospital. He was vague but said she is hurt bad. I rush to the hospital my wife is hooked to a bunch of machines. They have already cleaned her up and taken her for xrays. She has a broken jaw, broken nose, fractured orbital bone, possible concussion. She will make it but will be a long road ahead. A police officer was finishing up and left. I of course want to know what happened. She was crying talking gibberish thru her sobs and pain meds. A nurse said I should let her rest. They were moving her to a room soon. She handed me a bag with her clothes. I looked in and asked if these were hers because she never wears heels and the dress was unfamiliar. The nurse said this is what they brought from the hotel room. So they pushed me out of the room. I called my sons to let them know.
Later that night, when the fog of the drugs were wearing off I got some of the story. She drifted off again. I had my youngest son sit in with her and I called B. Why did he call me? How did he know before me? What’s going on? So B came clean about what my wife was up to, leaving out the affair and his involvement. I was devastated. We eventually get her home after surgery on her jaw. The nose would wait. She convalesced at home. As she got stronger I got the whole story. I called A and told of the affair and B as a pimp. She threw B out.As she got on her feet, I told her we were done. I asked her to move out. She moved in with B. I got the divorce rolling.
I am sitting here 5 years divorced. I still love her. It is as if she had died. The grief is unbearable. My boys know what she did. I have not spoken to her since she left.
21. I Thought You Wanted To Be Single?
She went off to some summer program while I worked. Get a call from her around midnight midway through the week and she tells me that we need to break up. I ask why and she tells me she just wants to be single for a while. She feels our relationship is getting “too serious.” I ask her what she means since she’s been equally as serious about the relationship as me. All of the sudden one of her friends chimes in (I realized at that point I was on speakerphone) giving me some bullshit about how my girlfriend just needed space and I should just move on (after I had given her nothing but love for the past ten months).
She comes back the next week and we have a sit down. We conclude that she just needs some space to be single for a while (I had gotten her out of a really bad relationship [I realize now it was the “white knight]) and we had gone straight into our relationship). A week later I find out she had been talking to some guy she met at the program. They started dating. She lost her virginity to him (after she broke up with him later she told me he lasted all of seven seconds). So much for wanting to be single, huh?
The worst part? Even after all this shit, I probably would have taken her back in a heartbeat (up until a few months ago). It’s been about two years now.
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20. Heartbreaking Confession From The Adulterer
I don’t know why I’m posting this but I have to get this off my chest
I (60m) got married young at 18, I married my high school sweetheart, she was smart, funny, kind and the kind of person who could capture a room – very extroverted. I’m incredibly introverted but we were a good match, by the time we were 25 we had 2 small children and I was happy with how my life was then my wife got a new job and she was excelling – getting promotions, working later – I think you see where this is going….
You are wrong by the way.
I cheated on her.
Whilst she was out working late to make money to support our children, I was building up a resentment towards her. She wasn’t home to make dinner and I never bothered to learn to cook. Washing would pile up for a few days because I didn’t do it and I was doing the school run because she was at work. But I never voiced how I felt and every day my beautiful wife would come home I would put a front on and pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t. I know if I had told her how I felt she would of listened but I didn’t.
I met a women at a work thing and we spoke over the phone constantly for a few weeks – things turned inappropriate quickly and I didn’t stop it.
I wrote my wife a birthday card telling her how much I loved her and she was an amazing person then 2 weeks later walked out on her.
And the worst part was she never screamed at me or yelled. She just stood there and watched me take my things whilst my children where in the other room completely oblivious to what was going on. She just stood there silently crying.
I broke the best person in my life. She ended up losing her job because she couldn’t manage the school run or extra child arrangements. So my alimony payments had to go up and I resented her for that. Looking back on it now how selfish could I be? The women who I betrayed and was now single handedly raising my children needed more money to care for them. – I saw them every other Saturday but that was it.
My AP and I fizzled almost immediately, she didn’t want something with me and she really didn’t want something with me when I was almost broke from paying alimony
My wife was and still is the strongest person I know, she never let me know how much I hurt her but I heard her crying herself to sleep every night I had to stay over for something with the kids.
I spent years resenting my wife for ‘stealing my money’ when in reality I knew it was my fault and I still loved her but was too proud to say, and even though I left, it was her who eventually filled for divorce because every-time she asked me if I had gotten a lawyer I would say ‘I’m not ready’ eventually she filed because she said it was too painful.
I said some really awful things to her when I was angry like ‘I didn’t love you for a long time, I stayed for the children’ and every time she just nothing back. I’ll never forgive myself for that.
She wanted to try make it work, she fought for me every day for months and I wasn’t interested. She loved me even when I hated her.
Then she met Mark, he was older, wiser and he loved her the way I should of loved her. He was and is a good man to her and my children.
Watching someone else love the person you were supposed to love forever is quite possibly the worst thing I’ve ever had to do.
I blurted out ‘I love you’ to her 2 weeks before her wedding and she looked at me and said ‘then you should of fought for me, because I would of loved you forever if you’d let me’ – on the day of her wedding I sat outside the church in my car, telling myself I would object the wedding but I didn’t.
That was 30 years ago and seeing that written in-front of me now is just as painful as it was hearing it all those years ago.
Having to watch her with him all these years has been my punishment and I’ve had the odd relationship but nothing serious, I will never forgive myself for what I did – it should of been our 42nd wedding anniversary today.
I don’t think anyone survives infidelity entirely, I think you learn to live with it.
19. This Was NOT An Open Relationship
Not heard, but lived first hand. I had been dating him for almost a year. Things were getting pretty serious and we had talked about moving in together. On a rare evening where I returned to my own apartment after an ironically awesome date night I opened up the ol’ laptop to find a myspace (hey, this was years ago) message from a girl I’d never met. Long message short, she’s been sleeping with my boyfriend under the impression that we had an open relationship.
She says that after looking at my myspace page she had a feeling that was BS. She attached some of their email exchanges and it was clearly him. I called him to confront him and after some brief denial he starts to cry and apologize. I tell him to kindly f*ck off, throw the phone, and proceed to the kitchen to demolish a bottle of vodka.
Fast forward half an hour or so and he shows up. Doesn’t knock, just comes in and finds me in the kitchen. He begs and pleads for forgiveness and I’m not hearing it. You could see the crazy eyes switch on at this point. He reaches behind me and grabs a chef’s knife out of the block. Starts saying that he can’t live without me, and that whatever happens to him at this point is on my if I refuse to take him back. I manage to stand my ground and he leaves (with my roomate’s knife. She’s still pissed).
I call the police and while they’re taking the report I get a suicide note via text message. I show it to the cop and they go on their way. About an hour later (we’re talking 2am at this point) the cop comes back and says “we found him. I don’t know anything about his condition other than he’s alive”. Son of a bitch had slit his wrists and throat and drove into the bay. He ended up fine. Admitted for a few days to the psych ward. Cue craziness and stalking for awhile. He finally disappeared from my life for good in an unrelated incident when he was arrested for attempting to pay for sex with a minor.
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18. Maximum Effort Is Rewarded With Betrayal
Walked up on my boyfriend (at the time) full on making out with another girl…made eye contact with me as I walked by but didn’t stop kissing her. He later on somehow convinced me it was a mistake…I forgave him and thought we could work it out. Fast forward month or two- I find out they are sleeping together. Awesome. We break up- he tells me she has moved and is no longer in the picture…For some reason I decide it would be different this time and we get back together. Fast forward another few months…he had been avoiding me for a few weeks.
I knew something was up – but, I thought that if I was just a little sexier, if I made better breakfast and bought him more things and just in general tried to be the absolute best girlfriend that he would fall in love with me again. Out of the blue one day he calls and asks if I would come over to see him before I go to work. Of course, I was beyond ecstatic. I bought expensive lingerie in his favorite color. I made his favorite breakfast, picked up his favorite Gatorade and had a small gift all wrapped up and ready to hide somewhere in his room so he could find it at a later date.
God this is hard to even write…how stupid was I? Anyways, I get there and I’m all nervous and hopeful and excited. He answers the door and says he’s going to take a shower and opens the door to his room so I could wait for him. I change into the outfit I bought and start looking for a good place to hide his gift and re-heating the breakfast I made him. He left his phone on his dresser…We all know where this is going right? I opened it ( Yes, open. He had a flip phone) and see nude pictures from 3 other girls. The raunchiest texts I have ever read. 2 of them he apparently had just seen the night before.
Best part of all…I find out he has also secretly married one of these 3 girls and she is with child. His child. Oh,and another one of the three had an STD. I also found out he planned on giving her one of my dresses I had left there a few months prior on a day that I came over after work and changed to go with him to a soccer game. He asked me to leave it there…that sick bastard. My mom bought me that dress.
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17. Two Relationships Over In An Instant
Go to gym, no headphones! That’s cool, house is 5 minutes away. Pull up and see work buddies car out front. Walk in house through open garage. son coloring at kitchen table. Ask him “Hey bud where’s your mom?”. He points at the stairs. Walk to stairs hear moans and movement. Up to this point I had suspected but never had proof. Knew I had to go look and catch her or she would say I was overreacting and tell me it wasn’t what I thought. Walk upstairs and hear them in spare bedroom. Walk in room and say “well this is awkward”. They freak out and try to grab cloths and tell me nothing is happening. I walk out to car and have ex buddy chase me out and tell me to hit him. I go to my command ( I’m in the military) the next day. Report him and have the command force him to call his wife that day and let her know. I am now divorced and much happier!
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16. A Threat 15 Years In The Making
20ish years ago I caught my ex, not f***ing, but in bed with another guy. On Valentine’s Day. With a dozen roses in my hand. What a f***ing c***. Fighting would get you kicked out of college, so I told the much smaller guy once I saw him off campus, I’d kill him. Fifteen years and world’s later, I’m at an engagement party at a bar, and some friends come up and tell me the guy over there is scared s***less of me and thinks I’m going to kill him. I look over and couldn’t stop laughing. It was so far in the past, but for some reason that guy remembered it like I had sworn an oath to avenge my family. It felt good. His fear was redemption enough.
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15. Fiancé Cheats With The (Almost) Father-in-Law
Me: 27 year-old male
Fiancé: 26 year-old female named L
Father: 52 year-old male named B
Mother: 50 year-old female named R.
L and I met in her freshman year of college, we were both in dorms in the same building where we eventually met. We later found out we lived two towns away from each other so whenever we went home, I let her drive with me. It only added like twenty minutes, so it was no big deal. After multiple trips and hanging out at school, we started to date.
I have a close-knit family as did she, so we told our families right away – I had met hers plenty of times when dropping her off, but it was nothing more than an introduction and exchanging pleasantries. Both of our families accepted each other with open arms and our relationship grew. I was a year ahead of her so when I graduated, I went home where I was offered a good job with great pay.
I visited her at school whenever I got the chance and whenever she came home, we would make time for each other. After she graduated, she moved in with me as both of our jobs were in the city near where we grew up. Like me she was offered a position at the company she works at now with great pay. After living together for about three years I proposed, and we have been planning our wedding since. Now, onto the part you all are reading for.
Looking back, there were plenty of things I overlooked, thinking my father was just trying to welcome L into our family. Things like my father calling her all the time and if I was around, they would just tell me they were talking about the upcoming family party or something along those lines. One time, L was in the shower and her phone rang.
I saw it was my dad, so I answered and when he realized it was me, he sounded both upset and surprised that I picked up. I then asked what’s up, and he responded that he wanted to talk to L about my mother’s birthday that was in a week and after a minute we ended the call. Even typing this out now I feel like an idiot for not seeing it sooner.
On the day I found out, it was like any other day. L had Thursdays off, so she made breakfast for both of us. When I set out for work, she gave me a kiss and told me to have a great day. During my drive to work, I realized I had forgotten some paperwork I would need for a meeting I had at 3pm. I shrugged it off and told myself I would just go home at lunch to get it.
L texted me throughout the day talking about all the casual stuff a couple talks about like what do you want for dinner, I did the laundry, do you want me to hang it up for you blah blah blah. I didn’t think it was necessary to text her I was coming home for lunch so when it came around, I just left work and went home.
When I got home, I noticed a car that looked like my father’s in our parking lot, but I didn’t think anything of it and just parked and went into our building. When I opened the door, I was met with a scene out of a movie where a man comes home early and catches his spouse cheating. There was a trail of clothes (both his and hers) leading to my bedroom and the sound of faint moans echoed though my apartment. I stood at the door in utter shock – my brain was a mix of rage, sadness and disgust, but if you were a fly on my wall, you would see what looked like a statue – I just couldn’t move.
When I finally snapped too, not knowing how much time had passed, I took out my phone to record, I picked up all the clothes that were on the floor and threw them into the hall of the building. After, I filmed the walk to my bedroom, the door was open, I stood in the doorway filming for about a minute then flipped on the lights. They both jumped at the sudden light and looked at me and to my utter shock, it was my father in the bed with her.
After the initial shock, my father noticed I was recording and started to panic, trying to find anything to cover himself and telling me to stop recording. He found a towel and wrapped it around himself and started to walk toward me. I told him if you don’t want to get hurt, stop coming to me. He either didn’t care or didn’t hear me and reached for my phone. I hit him square on the jaw and his head bounced off the door and slumped to the ground.
L shrieked, I aimed the camera at L and said “concerned about your f*** buddy but nothing to say to your fiancé?” My father woke up after about a one-minute nap and I told them I just needed to come pick something up for work so I’m heading back now and if either of you pieces of s*** are here when I get back, I’ll send this video to everyone you know. I ended the video, looked at my dad who was still coming to and said you’re dead to me, you’re no longer my father, but you might want to go home and talk to mom because I’ll be talking to her very soon.
I sat in my car for a while until one of the bosses at work called to ask where I was, I told her I was on my way back right now. When I got to her office to hand her the paperwork, I must have looked awful because she started asking what was wrong with me. I told her it was nothing and I’d be okay. I could see her scanning me up and down and she noticed some blood on my collar and stood up rushed to me and said your bleeding.
I looked down and said it was my fathers, she looked confused, so I pulled out my phone and showed her the video. She watched it in it’s entirety she was introduced to L a few times but never my father. She sat there silent for a moment until it finally clicked that my fiancé was cheating on me but not only was she cheating, it was with my father.
She asked if there was anything she could do suggesting I take some time off, but I told her I can’t go back there right now. That I just need a minute and I’d be fine for the meeting, and I have another shirt in my office. The meeting went over fine I put on a smile for everyone like nothing had happened. My boss came up to me after the meeting and asked how I could do that, but I just said I don’t know and went to my office. I then came home, and I was alone for the first time in a very long time.
I just don’t know what to do. I definitely need to get the hell out of this apartment. I just can’t live here anymore and there’s no possible way I’m sleeping in that bed.
14. You’re Lucky You Have That Baby
Went over to my friends house, he was giving his kids a bath and said he would be right out. I was taking my 5yo over so the kids could play. I sat at his computer and saw a gchat message from my wife, so I instantly think, “wtf?” As I’m reading it, I see some pretty intense sexual comments between the two, such as “I want you to make me slippery and wet” and “I want to f*** hard”. About this time he comes into the room and I confront him, he tries to shush me because his wife was in the other room and told me we’d talk about it later. At this point I stood up to charge his fat a** and noticed he was holding his 2yo son, this saved his life, no doubt in my mind. I never did beat his a**, good thing, I have two kids and they need their dad.
Adrenaline was pumping so hard I pulled a muscle in my right forearm from squeezing my fist so hard.
Kicker, He has one arm. (not my doing)
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13. Caught From A First-Hand Account
Was on a “break” with my girlfriend at the time. Got a text from a girl that had mutual friends with and knew each other kind of well – started having dirty conversation, talking about sleeping together, etc. Turns out my girlfriend at the time had gotten a burner phone with a different number and was the one sending me the texts the whole time. She was not pleased.
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12. Why Were We Fighting Again?
We were about 6 months in to living together and already mutually feeling like it may not last. Came home from work one day and saw her sitting on the couch with a guy who was wearing her nighty. A pink nighty. Drinking coffee. I said “Oh. Hey. “ I walked by them, got a beer, and joined them in the living room. “So, what’s going on here?” I asked. “This is Paul. We just met at the bike shop” she said. “And it looks like you slept together. “ I said. “Yes.” She said. And Paul then introduced himself, and somehow we got to talking. In a matter of a few minutes Paul and I ended up going to the store, got more beer and hung out at the bike shop. Became good friends. Neither of us were interested in the gal anymore. Good times!
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11. Nothing Good Happens After Hours
We went out and when the bar closed I decided it was time for me to go home. She and a few friends decided to go clubbing. Next morning I woke up in an empty bed. Directly to voice mail when I tried to call her. Started to worry and decided to track her phone. It was located in a hotel, I called and asked for her room. I was transferred to the room and a guy picked up.
I’m still recovering from it and the fact that we share the same friends (we all met in college) and that I get to see her every now and then doesn’t help at all.
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10. Maybe Being Alone Isn’t So Bad?
I snuck behind my girlfriend of 3 years to kiss her neck while she was fixing her hair, and when I lifted her hair, I saw a hickey. She said it was just a kiss, she was drunk, it just happened, blah blah. I forgive her, painfully, and try and take her back, but am skeptical and hurt. Two weeks later, she calls me to pick her up drunk from a bar. She seems scared, she got separated from her friends and is alone. I rush to get her, at 2 am, run a red light accidentally, get a ticket, and finally pick her up. She gets in the car, starts bawling her eyes out, saying that she loves me and I’m a good boyfriend, and she’s a shitty GF. I try and calm her down, I assume the “s***ty gf” is referring to her calling me at 2 am to get her. Then she tells me everything. She had been sleeping with another guy, for the past month or so. We were trying to wait to have sex with each other until marriage, I gave up porn, and even tried not to look twice at other girls for her. A week or so after I break up with her, her FB status says “in a relationship” with the dude. They dated for about a month, she breaks up with him, wants me back. I refuse. I’m convinced now that the only way to figure out if a girl is with me only to have sex with me, is to not have sex with them unless they are willing to commit like I did. I’m beginning to relate to those “forever alone” posts, and it’s getting harder and harder to stick to doing what my head thinks and not what my penis wants.
tl;dr Found a hickey on my girl’s neck, she lies about it. 2 weeks later, get a ticket while rushing to help her, only to find out she had been cheating all along. Now alone, and abstinent. Ticket remains unpaid.
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9. Ratted Out By Snapchat
Back in the day Snapchat used to tell you the top three friends if any of your friends. I saw that I was number one, her best friend was number three, and some dude co-worker was number two. I later logged into her voxer account and was able to hear conversations between her and said dude where she’d say things like she can’t wait to run her handa through his hair and then the pinnacle when he asked her if his j*** tasted different after drinking pineapple monster energy drink. She said she doesn’t usually taste it and just swallows it and that she’ll have to pay more attention next time. Confronted her and she’s telling me I’m taking it out of context. Yea, cuz that’s normal conversation between male and female coworkers.
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8. Um, Somebody Else Is In My Bed
My ex-fiance and I lived together and worked weird hours, she worked at a drug store, I was a barista. She had been hanging out with her boss a lot lately, mostly just stuff at work and going out in groups. One day I got sent home early and wanted to surprise her. Bought dinner and flowers. Walked into our room and saw him on top of my ex. Just stared at him and said, “That’s not me in our bed.”
She left me for him, in where she cheated on him with her now husband. Worked out great for me. I lost over 100 lbs, I’m starting Grad School, and I married the most amazing woman.
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7. No, This Is Exactly What It Looks Like
Found out that she was going on a “date” with a guy from her office. She thought I was working that night, instead, I followed her to the bar and waited in the parking lot. I see her pull up and walk into the bar. I could see through the window, and saw him pay, and they both get up, and go to his car. I follow them to a notellmotel. They go into a street level room. The motel rooms are individual units looking out onto the street. I give them ten minutes to get naked, then I rap at the door. “Open up, Police”. He comes to the door, in a towel, I cold cock him, yank the towel and leave him lying naked and unconscious in the middle of the parking lot. I then grab her, she has the idiotic idea to say, “This isn’t what it looks like.” I grab the room key, and lock them out. She is going crazy trying to cover up, and screaming at me to help her. I say, ok, and call her mother to come pick her up. She overhears me telling mom that I just caught her f***ing some lowlife from work, and I will be filing for divorce on Monday. I get in my car, go to the motel office, and tell them I will be mailing them the key. I warn them not to let her back in the room, as the credit card she used is now listed as stolen. The motel people say they will be calling police. I hope her mom got there before the cops.
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6. It’s Not Me, It’s You
She was cheating on me with her ex, who was the brother of a friend of mine. We had moved from Missouri to Texas and we were back in Missouri for a visit when my friend asks, “So, how cool are you with Jacob living in Houston now?”
Her eyes got really big, “Oh, I didn’t tell you? Yeah, he’s down there, but we never really talk.”
I was dumb enough to let it go. Then, she didn’t come home one night and her ex posted a picture of them “back together again” to brag. He also sent me a message detailing how long it been going on.
About a week later, he can’t find her. He calls me thinking that I’d seriously take her back. Turns out that she had met some bouncer at a bar and had started banging that guy. The ex messages me because he “doesn’t know what to do”. I told him that I wasn’t his f***ing therapist and blocked him.
She later married the bouncer. Good f***ing riddance. Who knows what happened to her ex. His brother (my friend) disowned him after he got drunk at the brother’s house, tore off his front door in a rage, and threatened his family.
My career took off and I now live a drama-free life.
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5. Don’t Try Cheating On The Tech-Savvy GF
I got caught when I was 18.
I was particularly unhappy in my relationship and started to play WoW a lot. Started confiding with some online friend(girl) a lot.
One day, before I leave for Mexico, i’m with my girlfriend at my dads and he asks me what this sheet of paper was on the computer desk. It was my password to everything I had, and I had used it for his password to get into his PC. I tell him that it was his password, She sees the paper, Logs it into her beautiful memory, and I leave the next day to Mexico. Smart little GF of mine uses what she saw on the off chance it’s also my FB password…It is. Get a Facebook message that i’m a cheating a**hole while I’m in Mexico after she used the password to get into my Facebook and see messages between myself and online girl. 10/10 private investigator 10/10 miss her to this day 10/10 probably catfished.
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4. Scarred For Life While Receiving Zero Support From Mom
I found out my POS boyfriend had cheated when my “friends” told me about it. They were (some of) the ones he cheated on me with. To be fair, they only told me after other friends (that had not slept with him… I think?) mentioned they thought something had happened. Turned out he fooled around with several of my close female friends, including sleeping with one at a house party literally across the street from my own house. My mom found out and begged me to stay with him because she didn’t think I could do better, then would play solitaire games with the ‘win-bounty’ being that I would stay with him and he would take me back. I knew because she would constantly tell me. Hell of a first boyfriend, and definitely set up 15-16 year old me for the cruel, hilarious soap opera that is life. Real dick move there, Chris.
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3. I Was The Other Guy
I met this great girl at a non-profit thing i occasionally do and we clicked. We started spending some time together and things moved pretty quickly. After dating for almost 5 months, we took a 4 day vacation to Colorado. She got a couple phone calls from “work”, but they were in the evening and she stepped out to take them. I didn’t hear it in context, but I swear I heard her say to the other person that she loved them. I was convinced she was cheating on me.
On the last day of the trip I snagged her phone while she was in the shower. She was married. She had a kid. I was the other guy. I took her phone, drove a few blocks, sat for like 30 minutes feeling ill, then called her husband and explained everything. He was understandably furious and hurt. He thought she was on a business trip. By the end of the conversation we agreed that I just needed to buy her a bus ticket home and leave. That’s exactly what I did.
I walked into our hotel room, handed her the ticket and her phone, told her that her husband will pick her up at the bus station, packed my shit, checked out, and left. She cried and tried to play the victim but she knew she had been found out.
It really sucked. I suspected literally nothing before that trip. She seemed like such a great girl. Months later, I offered to testify at their divorce hearing. Her husband and I met at the court house and he did thank me for calling him. She settled at the last minute and I did not have to testify.
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2. A Disgusting Lie
When my ex-girlfriend cheated on me while I was at basic training, she lied to me and told me she had been r****. I gave her one chance to come clean, and she explained it was halfway there, but she never really said no, just didn’t invite the advances. Technically, it would still be r***, but she wouldn’t report it. She came clean so I tried to stay with her. I had a feeling, however, she lied about the whole thing to try to keep me. A month later, she exploited my sexual insecurities when I got to AIT, including lying to me about being pregnant and then rubbing in my face that she f***ed another guy. It would’ve hurt if I had trusted myself, but I wouldn’t have been heartbroken for 4 months and still be having trust issues today.
Recently, she talked to me (I wasn’t exactly very nice to her) and had told me that because she hadn’t received a letter from me yet (we couldn’t write in red phase), she had been worried about attention and felt like I wasn’t giving her any, hence why she allowed the advances from the guy. There’s a lot more to this story in terms of things she hid from me, and I’ll never be able to live it down.
I will say, lying about being r**** to cover up the fact you cheated on your significant other has slowly started to disgust me more and more over time, especially since my current best friend and possibly future S/O was actually r****. How could you lie about something that serious and terrible in good faith?
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1. Dumbest Cheater Of All-Time
Got mobile phone bills over $700 for 2 months with a lot of < 1 minute calls on it to Scotland.
She thought < 1min wouldn’t show up on a bill.
She’d call him and talk for 45 seconds, hang up and call back.
The kind of ironic thing is that the calls DIDN’T show up. An “unconnected call charge” was on the bill. Phone company thought she was getting a message machine and was only charging the connect fee or something.
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These People’s Airline Stories Prove “Flightmares” Are Real
Forget Snoring — How About Screaming!
I’m from the United Kingdom and was working at a summer camp in Pennsylvania. After travelling around the United States for a few weeks, I had to take three planes just to get home. I was so tired. I fell asleep on the last flight back to London.
I woke up with the flight attendant’s hand on my shoulder asking if I was okay. I then noticed that the woman next to me was very heavily breathing. Turns out I’d just started flat out screaming in my sleep. Naturally, this woman was freaked out. I didn’t go back to sleep on that flight after that!
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The Worst Travel Day Ever
When I was going back home from Tomsk, Russia, I experienced a horrible day of travel.
I was supposed to get on three different planes: Tomsk to Moscow, Moscow to Chisinau, and then Chisinau to Rome. The first flight was late, and I ended up missing the other two
I somehow got a refund for my ticket by screaming and crying a lot in (poor) Russian. From there, I ended up booking a direct flight from Moscow to Rome.
The catch is that this other plane departed from the OTHER Moscow airport, so I had to pay over $200 for a taxi to get there on time. Even then, I almost missed my flight again.
I was supposed to be home at 2 p.m. However, I didn’t get home until 11 p.m. I was almost dead after a day of dragging two heavy suitcases around. Not to mention, I went the whole day without eating!
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“Sir, You Need a Ticket to Board This Flight”
I was flying to Toronto from the UK. We boarded the plane, and I heard some dispute going on. Eventually several armed police boarded and told everyone to get off. Turned out a guy had got on-board without a ticket. He was then sitting in someone else’s seat. We were delayed for almost 10 hours.
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A Lesson I’ll Never Forget!
A flight instructor was showing me for my first time how to do a takeoff from a grass strip. At this point, he has the controls. I notice as we are picking up speed he’s distracted by the gauges. He’s then looking inside the plane.
We lift off at an extremely slow speed, and he starts banking to the right — making us drift off the runway. We then start falling back down and bounce hard off the grass before finally climbing out. I don’t think he ever noticed the entire time what was going on. However, I was scared! I then proceeded to do three perfect landings and take-offs on the grass.
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GET ME OFF THIS PLANE!
I was flying from Toronto to Dallas in August, and then got diverted to Oklahoma due to storms. Sat in the plane for two hours on the tarmac with no air conditioning. It was over 100 degrees that day.
While waiting, the plane engine caught on fire. It caused a mass exodus of all passengers to leave the plane. We waited in an abandoned office building on the airport grounds. Air Canada was trying to figure out what to do.
3 hours later, we were bussed down to Dallas. The bus had no air conditioning — which wasn’t pleasant considering the fact it was still 90 degrees out at night.
I sat next to a very loud woman who spent the entire trip talking about what food she was going to eat when we finally got to Dallas. Everyone was starving, and having to listen to hours of someone loudly gush over burgers, fries, and ice cream was torture. Another hour, and I think me and the other passengers would have killed her.
Longest day of my life.
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“So, uh…where’s the rest of the tire?!”
I took a plane once from Mexico City to go to Acapulco with the Mexican state airline. We’re taking off, when one of the tires explodes. Due to this, the pilots turn around to get it fixed. We have to wait in the airplane without air conditioning for about 3 hours. Then, we are ready and take off, but have to turn around once again –because they forgot to remove the dowel pin from the landing gear as it doesn’t retract. The passengers were really annoyed.
Then, there was the time flying from Miami to Bogota that a fire started in the passenger cabin. Smoke was coming out of the panels on the side of the plane. There weren’t many passengers on the plane, so there wasn’t much of a panic, but we had to turn around and go back to Miami. We were about half way to our destination, but the pilot felt it was safer landing in Miami than in Bogota in the mountains. They took us off the plane and put us on another, and had to do the trip all over again (we had just done the equivalent of the trip since we were halfway there and came back). It was kind of tense sitting there with the air getting more and more full of smoke.
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Put The Cap on The Water
4 hour flight.
Some fellow passenger put a water bottle in the overhead compartment.
It was not capped.
Water bottle spilled and leaked all over me through the bin’s latch as soon as the plane was in the air.
Airplane was FREEZING. Since it wasn’t an overnight trip, there were apparently no blankets. I was wearing a thin blouse and was shivering so hard I wanted to die.
I now take a waterproof, insulated jacket on every flight I board.
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Get Your Hands Off Me!
I was on a late night flight from Las Vegas to Charlotte. Clearly, the best thing for me to do during the flight was to sleep through it. Maybe about an hour before we were scheduled to land, I was woken up by a grab on my breast. Then, a hand down my side. I remember jolting myself upright (I had my head down at the time).
I came face-to-face with this man, grinning and absolutely REEKING of alcohol as if he had bathed in it. He started to reach towards me again, so I pushed him away. He turned and walked away after that, but after a few steps this dude collapses. The flight attendants scrambled over to see what had happened, and of course there was a nurse on board who hopped up to see what was going on as well. Feeling guilty, I put my head back down to “sleep” so I could eavesdrop on what was happening an aisle behind me.
Apparently this dude was so drunk when he got on the plane the attendants had refused to serve him alcohol multiple times during the flight. Also, he was on all kinds of crazy heart meds, and shouldn’t have been drinking in the first place.
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A Truly Poopy Surprise
I was flying back to the upper Midwest from Jamaica (fairly long flight) and hit a big storm over the ocean before hitting the mainland. My buddy was sitting next to me, and had just gotten back from the bathroom. We hit some major turbulence, and he didn’t have his seat belt on when the plane dropped a good 20 or 30 feet.
It was like a full freefall moment out of the movies — everybody’s drinks and all — and he flew up and hit the ceiling before coming back down. Meanwhile, a lady that was part of the one of those Jesus trips — like the groups all wearing the same t-shirts, in the row next to us — starts hyperventilating.
She then starts screaming that she doesn’t want to die over and over. She also straight up pooped her pants. Turbulence eventually went away, but the smell of her poop lasted the remaining 3 hours of the flight…
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Excuse Me, Can I Move Seats?!
I flew direct from Moscow to Houston on a Singapore Airlines flight. Behind us sat an an elderly Singaporean couple who took off their shoes, and used our armrests to put their feet up. The smell was unbearable. I was in the middle seat, my boyfriend on the window side and an older guy on the aisle. The older guy starts by complaining nonstop about the smell. He’s berating the flight attendants over it.
They keep asking the elderly couple to move their feet but they keep putting them back. The man eventually decides to calm down. He introduces himself to me by telling me that I better not have to use the restroom during the 13 hour flight because he won’t feel like moving. He spends several hours telling me, through my headphones and obvious disinterest, about all the languages he speaks, the places he’s worked and all the money he makes.
At one point, he was telling me about his childhood in Louisiana and I (having no idea what to say because I don’t want to talk) mention I have family in Shreveport. He takes the opportunity to make it clear how stupid I am because it’s not relevant because it’s several hours from his hometown.
About half way through, I told him to let me out to use the restroom and watched him storm around the cabin like a toddler in anger. He berated me about my timing (?) when I returned to my seat.
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What Does The Fox Say?
My dad was a first officer (co-pilot) at the time. I won’t disclose the airline or the airport.
They had lined up the plane on the runway, ready to take off when a fox ran across the runway. It stopped in between the runways to hunt, and my dad and the pilot called into the tower telling them they were gong to have to wait for a fox to exit the premises before they could take off (don’t want to suck it up in the engines and crash the plane as you pass).
Tower asked them to confirm it was a fox, and asked which area they were in so they could send someone out to take care of it. They said they’d had prior experience with said creature and would get out there right away. The captain responded and the plane waited. So after watching the fox jump around a bit, the captain got on the intercom and informed the passengers why they were being delayed. The captain then indicated where the passengers could look to see the fox.
Suddenly, an airport maintenance truck drove into view and headed towards them. This is no big deal (most airports have dogs or something to chase off wildlife that they can then call back). My dad and the captain noticed that the truck wasn’t slowing down. The truck hit the fox going at full speed. My dad said it was terrible and sent the fox tumbling. Obvious that it was dead, the truck drove off.
Awestruck with horror, my dad and the captain turned to look at each other. The captain then got on the intercom and apologized to the passengers for what they had just seen. They indicated that was not the standard practice they’d been expecting, and gave out numbers to the passengers that witnessed the event so that they could call the airport staff and report what they had seen.
My dad told me that both he and the captain felt terrible because they had, unknowingly, called in a hit on the poor little guy (the airport clearly had some strange past with it). Unintentionally, they then let all of the passengers watch.
Clearly, not a great flight for anyone.
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A Very Cruel Joke
I think I was about 7. It was right after I’d started flying by myself when visiting both of my parents separately. I was sitting next to this older kid when the plane started rumbling. I didn’t exactly know what turbulence was, so I asked the kid. “Oh yeah, we’re going down,” he said. I was like… “What?” And he goes “Yeah I’ve done it a couple times, only a few die every time so you have nothing to worry about.” Amazingly I didn’t start crying, but the idiot was actively trying to scare a 7 year old girl travelling alone.
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The Worst Seat Neighbor
Have you ever thrown out your clothes in an airport bathroom?
You know how certain passengers are forced to buy a second seat? You know how sometimes do to issues of improper hygiene or excessive drinking, some passengers are prohibited from boarding?
I was seated next to a woman who managed to evade all of these restrictions. She was drunk, unwashed, and overflowing her seat (occupying most of mine).
Through the duration of of the flight, she sweat, spilled, drooled, sneezed and coughed all over me. By the end of it, I was covered with a stranger’s bodily fluids and about three rum and cokes.
It was horrible. It was also a fully booked flight, and moving was not an option (I checked).
I should also add, my television was inoperable for the duration of the 5 hour flight. The ample girth of my neighbor had enveloped the controls, and my feeble attempts to access them were met with drunken aggression.
Needless to say, at the end of it. I tossed my favourite hoodie and jeans in the trash of an airport bathroom. I changed into some dirty shorts from my luggage, and ventured out into the Canadian winter to brave my journey back home.
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Flight School is No Joke
I was doing one of my required five jumps in airborne school during Army training. It was a combat jump, so we had our weapon and gear strapped to our harnesses (which made it difficult to cinch up the harness properly). Later when we were on the plane, we had to circle the drop zone because of some ranger candidates ahead of us. During that time I got the worst motion sickness I’ve ever experienced. I was sweating profusely and fighting the urge to vomit with everything I had.
We finally got to jump when my parachute caught me in a very bad way. It fully bunched up on my groin area. All hell broke loose and I vomited all the way to the ground. Still had to gather my parachute and run to the rendezvous point.
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Don’t Fly During a Monsoon
Usually pilots inform the passengers if the aircraft is going to experience turbulence in the near future. The pilot on my flight to Hong Kong during the peak of the monsoon season didn’t do that. We encountered some turbulence midway through the flight, but the flight attendants began serving the vegetarian meals to passengers that requested it.
All of a sudden, we hit a massive air pocket and dropped a few hundred feet. The meals went everywhere and nearly all passengers near me began praying to every God they knew. I more or less accepted my fate and continued watching Braveheart.
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Is There A Nurse On-Board?!
When I was an infant, I was sitting on my fathers lap. The flight attendant leaned over him to give coffee to the person sitting next to him. Her hand slipped, and the boiling coffee spilled on my bare chest. I was bare-chested because my father happened to be changing my shirt right as the coffee fiasco occurred. I had a massive scar for a year or two after. Apparently, the flight attendant broke down crying during the flight.
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Get Some Air Freshener in Here, ASAP!!
The woman sleeping next to me started to convulse. From there, she then began vomiting all over my right arm and lap. All I could do was reach up and hit the call attendant button. After 30 seconds, she woke up with no recollection of what happened. She acted as if it had never happened.
They relocated the woman, and I excused myself to clean up.
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Where’s the Pepto-Bismol?!
I just boarded a flight from Sri Lanka to Singapore. I noticed that something smelled funky. I looked around and saw an Australian tourist looking very uncomfortable. This dude ran to the restroom and came back to his seat a few minutes later. Unfortunately for him, he needed to go use the restroom a minute before takeoff. Flight attendants didn’t left him and he ended up vomiting. The cycle of pooping and vomiting continued for 2 hours until he passed out. In the meantime, the flight attendants were tending to him and spraying the cabin with air freshener because the smell was unbearable for everyone.
Well, everyone except for me because I had similar symptoms a little more than a week before the flight. I had gotten used to endless cycle of pooping and vomiting. My guess is this poor man caught whatever virus me and thousands of other people had at the time. Unfortunately for him, sickness came during the flight.
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Sitting Next to a Giant
I was coming back to the United States from Korea. It was the second leg from Japan to Texas. I had a bad stomach flu, and I puked into a large garbage bag. I am 6’8″ and 340. When I throw up, I wretch LOUDLY. Multiple times. The poor Japanese people around me were trying to move as far away from me as they could. My wife was sitting behind me, and wouldn’t take the bag so could fill a new one.
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DON’T TELL MY BOYFRIEND!
Oh boy. My boyfriend will KILL me if he ever knew I posted this. It’s bad but HILARIOUS.
The whole day was chaos. I was on my period and emotional, and wanted pizza more than anything on Earth. I literally cried when we got to the pizza place. They said it would take 30 minutes even though I wanted a slice right away. So after my meltdown we got on the plane without pizza, and I naturally needed a nap after crying. Well, reason we didn’t get pizza is because my boyfriend needed to drink a bunch of beer with his brother who was going to another city. It’s understandable…drink with your brother but make sure you get your crazy girlfriend some pizza!
I slept hard. Woke up to the pilot saying we’re on our final descend. My boyfriend was gone. I assumed he was in the bathroom, so I looked to the front and back at the overhead signs and they both said the bathroom was free. I was thinking “Where is he then?!” Panicking I was looking front to back as the ground was getting closer. I asked the stranger next to me, “Where is he?!” And he says, “[Your boyfriend] went to the bathroom like 30 minutes ago.” Even the male flight attendant knew he wasn’t in his seat, so they checked the bathrooms. Grounds getting closer, and here comes my boyfriend. He sits down just in time for landing and he smells God awful! Like the worst smelling person ever.
I was like “God you stink!” He says “Stop. We’ll talk later.” I literally cannot breathe next to him because he smells so bad. I feel bad for aisle guy. We get off the plane and he tells me. He accidentally pooped his pants trying to get to the bathroom. Knew he needed to go pronto and nearly passed out trying to make it up to the bathroom. However, someone went in ahead. He turns around heads to the back and doesn’t make it.
Now if you remember, I said the signs said they were vacant. He didn’t lock the doors during this panic. Naturally, he needed to get rid of the evidence so he was trying to flush his boxers down the toilet and IN WALKS the male flight attendant asking him to return to his seat. Catching him flushing his poop covered boxers! I died when he told me this. It’s now an on-going joke to not poop his pants on the plane.
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Sandstorms Are No Fun
Flight I was on attempted landing in Abu Dhabi in the middle of a huge sandstorm. Winds rocked the plane, visibility was pretty bad. The pilot had somehow come in too fast, as he was rocketing down the runway we were supposed to land on. The tires touched ground a couple times, but suddenly he guns the engines and we take off back into the air. It’s a few minutes before he gets over the intercom and tells us we’re gonna try that again. Second time around, it’s rocky as hell but we eventually land safely. Also apparently the stress of the botched landing sent a lady a few rows up into a seizure or stroke, so it exacerbated the panicky feeling around us and then we had to stay on the plane while the EMT’s came aboard.
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An Embarrassing Situation
So I fly a lot, and can probably fill a book with my stories. However, there’s one specific situation which totally stands out among them all.
I don’t get to travel internationally a ton, but last week I was traveling through Heathrow Airport (London, England) on a layover. I had to naturally go through security. They made me take all my electronics out — including my big UE Boom Bluetooth speaker. When taking it out, I accidentally turned the speaker on by accident. I had been watching the show The Expanse on my phone, and they synched as the speaker was in the machine.
The dialogue that came out at max volume: “NO NO, OH MY GOD…HELP ME HES DYING!”
Very embarrassing as heads whipped around.
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Parents Who Weren’t On The Same Page
It was my first time flying on Southwest (this is like 8 yrs ago) and didn’t know about the open seating thing. As such, I didn’t check in ahead and got stuck with boarding as C59 or something. Basically, I was the last person on the plane.
I took a seat in the middle because that’s all that was left. Turns out I was sitting between a couple that was fighting. They had an infant with them. It was a redeye from San Francisco to Baltimore, so I was really trying to get some sleep.
Instead, the couple was super passive aggressive to each other the whole flight. They kept passing the baby back and forth in front of me. They never once said anything to me either. It was like I was invisible.
I also unexpectedly got my period half way through the flight.
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“Sir, Can You Move Your Fake Leg?”
I was in a puddle jumper for a shortish flight (less than 2 hours, I think). The man seated next to me had a prosthetic leg, did not speak English, and slept for most of the flight.
We were on a tiny plane, and this guy took up most of my leg room with his prosthetic. He was sleeping and didn’t speak my language, so I had no way of asking him to move his leg.
The only open place to put my right foot was covered in freshly discarded bubble gum. It was an uncomfortable flight.
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Horrible Experience Before It Started
“Go to Thailand!” It would be fun they all said.
Traveled from my small hometown to Albuquerque to fly out of, and stayed in an airport Ramada Inn the night before. I thought I would eat something light and healthy the night before, and had a salad. Unfortunately, for me, the tomatoes were bad.
I woke up feeling a little nauseous and pale. Made it to my 5 a.m. flight, and the flight attendant barely let me on the plane. I convinced her I was just hungover. I spent that entire flight to LA puking on an airplane toilet…for literally four hours.
I then flew from Los Angeles to Beijing. I spent the entire flight dry heaving, freezing, then overheating, then freezing, and wrapped around the worst Air China flight ever. This took 14 hours.
Flight from Beijing to Bangkok was spent curled up in a ball on the floor of the plane trying to sleep, and still dry heaving. Another six hours.
24 hours of absolute misery. I got to Thailand, and wanted to puke at the smell of everything. Anywhere I went, everything smelled disgusting. I didn’t eat anything for an entire week. The next week I barely drank any water and ate a few teaspoons of rice and broth. After two weeks I could finally eat Thai street food.
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A Flight Feast!
This is more of a funny story than anything. My family and I were on our way home from a cruise trip, getting a plane from LA back to Toronto. It was a fairly long flight, and I was sitting beside my mom on the plane, while my brother, dad, and grandparents were seated further back in the plane. None of us hadn’t eaten dinner before getting on the plane. Given that it was a lengthy flight, my mom had made the assumption that the plane was preparing full meals to hand to the passengers.
Every time a stewardess came around asking if we’d like anything to eat, my mom assumed they were talking about snack food, said no thanks, and waved them off. After getting off the plane with no food in our system, we found out that the rest of our family ate like kings. They had gotten stuff like full-sized cookies, pretzels, chips, apparently full slices of pizza, sandwiches, plenty of soda, etc. My mom and I still joke about it whenever we get on a plane.
They also shipped our luggage to the wrong place, which sucked because it was right after Christmas, and it had some of my brother’s presents.
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An Unintended Marathon
Flying from Hong Kong to Vancouver with my 6 month old son who cried inconsolably the entire way. I never sat down except for takeoff and landing, possibly becoming the first person to walk across the Pacific Ocean. Nearly everyone was very understanding. I was mortified, grateful and exhausted.
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The woman sleeping next to me started to convulse, and she began vomiting all over my right arm and lap. All I could do was reach up and hit the call attendant button. After 30 seconds, she woke up with no recollection of what happened, and it had never happened before.
They relocated the woman and I excused myself to clean up.
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The Worst Flight Ever
I was on a school trip to Ecuador. On the way back, we flew from Quito to Manta, to Bonaire, to Amsterdam, and then to Cardiff. All in all that’s about 17 hours of flying.
Anyway, since I always have like fifty books with me, one of the girls I was with asked to switch seats with me at Manta since she was sitting on her own. I ended up in the window seat next to a screaming toddler and his exhausted mother. Over the course of the flight, the kid knocked coffee on me, knocked his soda on me, and headbutted me so hard in the face I got a nosebleed while his mom was sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her up, so I was kind of screwed. Someone passing noticed and handed me a tissue. However, my nosebleeds are terrible, so I soaked through it. In the end, I had to use a spare T-shirt to stem the flow out of desperation.
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Paris Isn’t a Vacation For Me
Tough call. Either my emergency landing in Paris where I swore I was going to die (and accepted death quite quickly). Or — the time I had a fever and passed out for 8 hours straight. That also felt like death, and happened to be a flight out of Paris.
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Getting Squeamish Mid-Air
On an eight hour flight, I began watching a movie they offered. The movie showed someone getting a needle. I ended up passed out (I have an issue with blood). But for whatever reason, I first got deathly white and threw up all over my family. The last thing I remember was my dad rolling his eyes, and my mom was yelling for flight attendants. She then demanded that they land the plane. The rest of the flight went smoothly, I think.
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Come See The Cockpit…And Watch Us Crash
My dad is a pilot. We were coming into Sydney Airport when he called me up to the cockpit to tell me that the landing gear light wasn’t coming on. That meant maybe the gear was down. However, the light was broken — or maybe it was not fully down. He said he’d make two more attempts. If that didn’t work, he’d then wing it by hand. If neither of those things worked, we would have to ditch into the ocean.
It was very, very nerve-wracking. Eventually, we had the light come on and ATC confirmed our gear was down. Fortunately, we landed without a hitch.
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