A woman's story of her cheating (translated)

[Toxic BirdParticipant 23]

Greetings,

here a story translated for you. It is about a married woman with a son cheating on her husband. Some parts made me want to vomit. Also, due to the translation some expressions may not make much sense in English. And it can be a bit confusing, since there is a mix of direct and indirect speech, by the interviewed person and the interviewer.

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Some people look for freedom all their life long, and Sophie found it when she was 25 years old on a house boat in Copenhagen.
She and Max, with whom she was sitting, had already a few drinks in the bar and there was his sentence: „Hi, I am Max, I am a pirate.“
Sophie laughed about it and sat on his lap. „He was a crazy one“, she says, „he wouldn’t care what people think about him.“
They danced. After midnight, Sophie told her friend that today she wouldn’t be sleeping in the hostel.
He showed her his boat. Inside they laid down on the bed. They undressed, felt skin on skin, he penetrated her.

When Sophie woke up the next morning, she felt it. The feeling, that she does not regret this night. The feeling that she does not want to return to Bremen in Germany, where she had a child since a few years and would wear a wedding ring.

Today, about 4 years later, Sophie is telling her story on the phone. Her voice is soft, she is alone in her flat.
She tells stories about her life. She is married, has a son, and is sleeping with other men since years, without telling her husband. Because she wants both: Adventure and family.

Sophie is self-confident, she sings, plays several instruments. After high school she travelled with friends through Europe, they played music in the streets. From France to Italy. “Pure adventure”, says Sophie.
In the Toscana they helped a farmer harvesting, and the farmer let them live on the farm. In the morning Sophie went to buy bread in the village.
While waiting in line at the cashier, she met her husband for the first time. They talked about music, and it so happened that he is playing the piano.
Since then, Sophie was already looking forward in the evening to be waiting at the cashier the next morning. “He seemed so mature, and calm”, says she. “I was not in love like „oh-my-God“, but I felt cared for/safe.”
It took a few more days, and then they were playing guitar on the field. He, a german man being 11 years older than her with a stable job at the opera. And she, travelling. She wanted to „escalate“ once more before going to university.
They went to the restaurant and ate spaghetti. “It was a date, though it was not a date”, she says. “I was really excited, but he gave me security.”
When he was sewing a costume for a party, he wore it with confidence even though he looked awful. She kissed him that night.
The friends kept on travelling, but Sophie stayed behind.
Through nights they were telling stories. Sophie about her thirst for Wanderlust and about how it was to grow up without a father, how it was to be the child in a divorced family. He talked about „arriving“ and past relationships. He said, if she wants, he will be his constant.
They cooked, laughed, pulled the strings of the guitar, and had sex. He experimented little, but she showed him what she liked. “It was not awesome”, she said. “It was beautiful. Unexcited, but solid/stable.”

After 4 months, on a village fair, she met a man, of whom she does not know anything anymore, except that he reminded her that she never was the type for relationships. He was as old as she was and who did not want to know anything about any plans.
They slept together. “This had nothing to do with the other man”, says Sophie, “I just realised suddenly that I again need something crazy.”
In the evening Sophie sat on the couch and was talking to her husband. “It was terrible”, she says, “to see how it lacerated him.”
How he attributed something completely different to that situation, how he did not understand, and how she repeated over and over: “I want you! But I think I can only live comfortably in this relationship, if I can also do it outside of it.”

While they did not talk for 7 days, Sophie asked herself for the first time: “Do I stay, and do I leave?”
Then he told her that he forgives her, that he wants to marry her, and go to Germany together. Sophie’s question was no longer a question. She did not have an answer anyways…

There were no vows for the marriage, they understood already that now they might be able to do it and get over it. He got married to the traveller, who sang, danced, smiled. “I got married to security, that was for my benefit.”
Shortly before Christmas they flew back to Germany. They met with family and friends, told about their wedding. “This is crazy”, they all said. “Unbelievable [in a positive way].”

Sophie and her husband moved into a flat in Bremen, he went working and she went to university.
They had sex, and Sophie rarely thought about other men. Instead, she told her friends that she calmed down finally and was choosing furniture… The power of a new beginning.
Sometimes, when they were searching for condoms, they often talked about how great it would be to not use one. We wanted children, says Sophie, and a child was a romantic idea. Because they agreed with each other, they slept more and more often without protection.

With 23 years old, Sophie was pregnant.

“Unbelievable”, they all said. “You lucky ones!”
“I was happy”, says Sophie, “I enjoyed it, to impress my friends, to show them, that something like this can work, to get married away [??? Something like marrying yourself into a new life].”

But she also felt doubts. “Am I not too young? Will Bremen become boring with a child? Should I not rather move on quickly?” The boy in her belly was growing.
“As parents we had lots of stress”, says Sophie,” we were rarely romantic. We would be about to „find each other“, and then the boy would start to cry.”
“I felt bad”, she says, “that he often rejected me”. She told him that, but the ones without lust may not be forced to sex. As mother and father they worked, in the kitchen, changing diapers, but not as lovers.
The more often she asked for sex, the more often he refused annoyed.
“I had a tough day and need to work tomorrow”, he would say.
“I want to feel something”, she thought.
The thought reminded her about the village fair in Italy and it made her nervous.

Two years have past since then. Since months she and her husband didn’t sleep together anymore. Instead, she had sex with others.
She was pulled towards those who had no idea about diapers and inflamed nipples. Humans, who saw Sophie, not mama. That her husband was a caring father, but slept with her less and less, was like an insult. “I couldn’t do anything else”, she said.

At first she slept with Max, who she got to know on a trip to Copenhagen with her friend.
„If you would be mine, I would sleep with you every day“ he said on the house boat. She thought about how she begged her husband with tears to have sex. Then she was naked.

Last summer she slept with an economy student, who offered her trips and treated her like a princess. Four months she went out with him and had sex. And such great sex!
“The magic of something new”, says Sophie. “As soon as that was gone, it was over.”

In the morning she brought her son to day-care, in the evening she slept with some guy, who showed her, that women can ejaculate as well. “The whole bed was wet”, she said.

Right now she has something going on with a guy from university. “He is charming and extroverted”, she says, “he attracts people”.

She does not talk about it with anyone and rarely has to think about excuses. In her marriage they both have a free day every week anyways, they both wanted that. He does not call, does not ask where she was, and she does not either.

Several times already she laid down on the bed next to her husband in the evening, right after she came home from having sex with someone else. Then she was looking forward to the next day with her family. She felt balanced. “There is no other person with whom I could laugh in a better way than with my husband, and there is no better father for my son.”

She does not allow it to be called a cheater or a bad mother. “After all, he does not allow it to be called a bad husband, because he does not satisfy some of my needs.”

Sophie never had troubles to break his trust. It was tougher for her not to start new things with other men.
Sometimes when her husband wants to have sex, she plays along, she says. “Because I love him; we then have „marriage sex“.”

Often she asked herself whether she should leave him and how long this shall continue. Or, whether she should tell him again, that she wishes for more sex, that they go out more often, and would feel a bit like after high school.

But can you demand from someone, that he changes his character, for the sake of being more happy yourself? Can a relationship fulfil you to the fullest?
“I stay with him”, says Sophie, “because my son shall not be the child of a divorced family. “
But how is it to not be known by someone you actually live with?
Sophie refuses to think about that.
“I stay with him”, she says. “Other men are exciting, but none can give me so much security as he does and also grants me the freedom, to have evening for myself.”

It is the justification by a self-determined woman, you may look at it like that. Or the justification by a coward, who does not offer her husband the choice to know the truth, to then decide for himself to either stay or leave.
Sometimes, when Sophie lies awake in the night, she thinks about how it is to get to know someone.
While her husband is asleep, she says good bye. She rolls over, closes the eyes, and leaves. The thoughts are full of sweaty kisses, messed up hair and warm sensations under the skin.

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To be fair, the husband was stupid enough to forgive her when she cheated for the first time. With that he gave her permission to do it again. Or at least, that is how women would understand it.
He didn’t want to sleep with her anymore? I don’t know. Maybe he is cheating himself or he has other very good reasons. I feel like the woman’s hamster is spinning something weird about a lack of sex in order to justify her cheating and make herself not look that bad…

Kindest regards.

[CarnageParticipant 22113]

Not her foult, is his for being a mangina.
F~~~ing husbank.

Who the f~~~ marries a slut?

Bahhh they both trash.

To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.

[Anonymous 3]

Maybe he just doesn’t care what she does.
It’s a story about 2 pathetic people. One morally bankrupt, the other a doormat or dead on the inside.
I will maintain my MGTOW lifestyle.
Thank you for post

[xanthineParticipant 4903]

Stories like this are written for the sole purpose of encouraging infidelity. Notice how the tone of the article normalizes it. Women are meant to read this and think “this woman cheats on her husband, why can’t I?” It’s like it’s giving them permission.

Notice how you see articles all the time about women cheating on their husbands, but saying they are not bad wives and mothers. You’ll never see one condemning this disgusting behavior. Think about why.

[Toxic BirdParticipant 23]

@xanthine,

yes indeed! You are right. It normalizes, as you say, and justifies any cheating by a woman. I have never seen an article showing a man’s infidelity that at the same time also justifies it.

[OgreParticipant 5863]

Hopefully husband finds out with solid proof. I don’t know the rules where she is, but hopefully she’s free to hope back on the carousel (without a kid in tow).

She’s a ho to the core, and she never should have gotten married. She doesn’t even know the meaning of relationship, let alone responsibility or accountability.

I failed to realize in my youth that I was the prize. I was going to work. I was going to earn. Little did I realize that due to feminism, that no longer meant I had to share. Road soon, Desert after.

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