People That Have Walked In On Their Partner Cheating Share Their Reaction.
From throwing them out of the house in extreme cold weather, to changing house locks on the spot, 18 people share their reaction when they walked in on their partner cheating.
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1/18. I was pregnant with my oldest daughter and had extreme pain one day, so I came home early from work. When I get home I see two purses that I knew weren't mine sitting on the stand. I head to my room to see if my then boyfriend could explain the purses; I'm hearing noises coming from our room. I opened the door to peek in and he is having a threesome. I close the door and just go back into the living room. I was shocked. I was suppose to be on bedrest, 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 off of 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.
2/18. 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.
3/18. I was out for a friend's birthday and boyfriend was out with his friends but supposed to meet up with us. We were texting but his replies got drunker 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 boyfriends apartment. I'm drunk and I know he's drunk so I decide to head to his place so I can surprise him.
I straight walked in on him with some chick 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 with my next few relationships.
4/18. I walked into to find a naked dude in our bed, she was in the bathroom. It was a really surreal experience. The guy was a mutual friend and the entire scenario was completely 100% unexpected. I had come home unexpectedly and parked behind him, so I had to move my car so he could leave. I was just sort of in a daze the entire time. Obviously things didn't last long after that. You typically envision yourself kicking some dude's butt in such a situation but when it happens - especially with no prior expectation - it's just so weird you're locked up by confusion.
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5/18. 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 kissing 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 where they needed to be safely, called her 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.
6/18. 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 in PA) 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 having sex with 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 pic of his car, told her the locks were changed and to not bother calling me or texting me as she was now blocked.
7/18. Walked in on fianc in bed with a friend of hers 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 hole in garage wall.
8/18. I walked in on my wife of a few weeks with her coworker. Numb shock. I felt the same as when my friend died. Stunned and realizing my life was going to vastly change in that instant. I thought about my future, who will get the dog, where am I going to live. It took a day before the overwhelming sadness kicked in and I had a good cry.
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9/18. 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 [my name], this is Laura". It was VEY 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."
10/18. I went into the other room and cried. Later, I talked with her a lot to try to figure out what happened and learned over a period of months that the problem with cheating isn't the sex at all. It's the lying that happens before and after.
Then I did a tremendous amount of research trying to make sense of the world again.
11/18. A part of me knew he had been cheating on me with her. Intuition is actually what made me show up at the house. I walked in on them watching a movie together in his room and saw them, I said "hey girl. how are you?" and smiled at her.
She responded back with "Hey. I'm good." in her shy mousey voice. Then I told them what happened in the movie followed by "its a really funny scene. Hope I didn't spoil it for you." Then I asked boyfriend at the time if I could talk to him outside. He said sure and followed me out to the side o the house and I calmly said "What you are doing isn't fair to me." He said, "I know.." Then I proceed to lose my temper.
12/18. Wouldn't take my phone calls or respond to text messages while I was at work. Looked and found his online dating profile. Came home, went through his phone. Had been cheating on me with multiple women. Sent and received nudes. Went to their houses. 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 him up after I went through his phone and told him I knew. His response, "this couldn't wait till the morning?
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13/18. Walked in, saw them, said "oh my God" in a disgusted manner, and have NEVER GOTTEN OUT OF ANY PLACE FASTER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. It's funny I always thought of myself as the kind of girl who would freak out and scream and yell but when it happened I was so embarrassed and didn't want them to see my face or me at all.
14/18. I waited for her to come home from work all night. I get a call that she is going to her bestie's apartment to hang (she forgot her phone at my house) but it's been the same thing over and over so I don't buy it. I sat there waiting and wondering if I was ready for the truth. just because you know it's happening doesn't mean you're ready for it let alone ready to believe it when you see it. I gathered what little self I had left at this point and I got in my car and drove to her work. I didn't know what to expect nor how I'd react. I brought her phone for some reason. I was near her work and was far enough to see 1 car in the lot but it was later than they had closed and nothing else was open so I knew what was next. I circled through the drive through which wrapped around behind her work building (Starbucks). I came out to see his black charger and they were standing against it making out. I stopped near them with my window down and said "you forgot your phone again" and threw it out the window, it smashed on the pavement. I drove off back home.
She arrived with him 10 minutes later and her stuff was bagged and on the street (I was more ready than I thought). She tried to talk bit I iced her. She called the cops but nothing of hers was inside so they didn't let her in. She left in tears and I kept on keeping on.
15/18. I had a guy who lost his job almost immediately after we started dating, who I financially supported in every way for 4 years, cheat on me with one of my employees in my bed, in the apartment I paid for.
When I came home early for work, I kicked her out (employee, and no I did not fire her) and tried to remain calm as I told my ex to pack his stuff and go. He kept saying he had no where else, and begging to stay just for the night so we could talk. I lost my temper and punched him the mouth. He left after that, but not before destroying all of my legal documents (SS card, birth certificate) and calling my family (who loved him for some reason) in front of me, apologizing to them and essentially trying to make them guilt trip me into keeping him around (which they did).
Turns out, it had been going on for a long time, almost as long as we'd lived together. I was single for YEARS after that.
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16/18. I started packing my stuff after surprising them in our bedroom. My girl was hysterical and running around crying and tugging on me looking like a dying, tearful muppet.
I gave the guy a "its all good" look, and packed up all my shit and was gone that night and fully out within 2 days.
According to bestie this set off in her some wild whorish cycle that she has yet to recover from. Saw her recently. She asked if we could talk, said she missed me, started crying, and she tried to sleep with me.
17/18. I got a phone call from my boyfriend's friend, who's girlfriend had apparently been sleeping over at my boyfriend's place a lot lately, informing me of the situation. I drove over and the roommates let me in; they apparently also knew what was going on.
I walked in, confirmed the two were naked together, walked out. Took a minute to start breathing again. He managed to put clothes on and came out to talk to me. I threw my keys at him. There was shouting. I went back home. He came over later and wanted to talk. We talked. Apparently cheating was the easiest way to break up with me without having to break up with me; even he admitted it was a coward's act.
And then I didn't eat for 5 days. A few weeks later I caught a bad case of the flu. I lost my voice and was stuck in bed for two weeks, which in retrospect was the perfect excuse to lay around in self-pity and get the immediate sadness out.
After that, I dated a disaster of a human for two years. Took me a few years after that to digest the hurt I felt. Even now, occasionally my husband will make an offhand comment or act a certain way that makes me think back to that time I was cheated on. It makes me question my faith in him for absolutely no good reason.
I get that people make mistakes and nobody is perfect, but cheating is a really cruel thing to do to someone you supposedly care about.
18/18. I had come home from working out of town and when I pulled up to the driveway there was an unfamiliar car parked in what would normally be where I parked. I didn't think much of it and thought it might be my ex-wife's sister. So I parked right behind it.
I walked in through the door, checked the mail and yelled that I was home. The bedroom door slammed shut and I still didn't think too much about it as it was a few weeks before Christmas and thought they were wrapping presents. (Continued...)
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After a few minutes I finally walked back to the bedroom and knocked on the door. My ex-wife yelled back and said, "just a minute". After a few moments I knocked, and again was greeted with "just a minute" but this time there was a tone in her voice that made me believe something was up. I quickly reached up and grabbed the emergency key and unlocked the door. There was my ex-wife half naked and the French doors, leading to outside, were wide open.
I immediately started to interrogate her, asking her who is he, what's his name. She wouldn't give it up. I continued on asking and probing, over and over. She finally gave me his first name and refused to give me his last name. So I immediately got on the phone with a close work friend of hers and asked her friend if she knew his last name and what street did he live on. After obtaining this information I looked up his information and got his home phone number.
I called the number and and told his wife, now ex-wife, what just happened. She said it couldn't be true. I told her that if she wanted the license plate number from his car, I would give it to her. At that time she finally realized that what I was saying was true and she asked for my phone number and said she would call me in the next day or two. After I hung up the call, I gathered up his belongings, shoes and shirt, put them on top of his car, moved my car (I had him blocked in) and yelled out into the darkness of night and told him by name to "get the hell out of here". About ten minutes later I heard his car start up and he left.
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