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his hand shook as he keyed in the number on his phone. it was mere seconds before he would be connected to a perfect stranger, a woman who he had no desire for, other than that she was not his wife.
disgust and regret flowed through him even as he waited for the voice on the other end.
By joanwatsons on 10.29.2013
“unfaithful!” my boyfriend screamed
“you were unfaithful to me, and our relationship!
you broke my trust forever
and you ask me for a second chance?!”
and i walked out of the door, making sure to slam it loudly
as loud as he was screaming at me
By Brittany (you can call me britt if you want or don't i do not care whatsoever) on 10.29.2013
Immediately made me think of rob. And then Pam. Then felt anxious. People are jerks. You can’t take someone at their word. And even when they pledge themselves to you, they can stray. And stray and lie. I think the only thing that’s not unfaithful are my dogs — and that’s true til it’s dinner time.
By mmbailey on 10.29.2013
Being unfaithful to your partner is one of the worst thinks I can imagine. Of course its no holocaust but we all know the feeling of a broken heart .I have never experienced any feeling worse than this.
By MrLastname on 10.29.2013
“Do not forget, wife, that it was not I who was unfaithful,” he spat.
I narrowed my eyes. “How could I forget, dear husband, when you are so eager to remind me?”
His hand rose as though to strike me but I didn’t flinch at the sudden movement; if anything, my expression grew more defiant, more challenging, and I couldn’t help the surge of near primal satisfaction when his hand fell.
By S.C. Lovelace on 10.29.2013
A feeling of shame permeated the room as Gwen opened her eyes. The bright morning light immediately sent a pang of pain through her skull, which paled in comparison to the all-encompassing dread that roiled in her guts as she realized what she’d done. Bill was still sleeping beside her, blissfully unaware of the hangover he would undoubtedly wake up to. ‘I’ve been unfaithful,’ she thought, feeling hollow.
By lauren on 10.29.2013
She is Liza Malina and her sister is the moon. Her mother is the Earth to the core, and Liza walked the crust of her in the unfaithful days, collecting men with a wink, to replenish the army her brother, the Sun, all but wiped out…until she met Slade, Ometecuhtli to her Omecihuatl, and What joy! you might think, What could threaten duality? you might ask… until they met Ego, and you would see the stake that split them apart.
By Miss Alister URL on 10.29.2013
I woke up to find him using my phone. Hunched over. Whispers. Urgency.I don’t know what made me more upset; that she was on the other end or that he’d used my phone to contact her. They’d arranged the meet while I lay with my silent tears and crumbling heart. And he leaned over to kiss my cheek.. no.. to lay my phone back down next to me. Feet stepping into shoes. Deep breath. Click of a lock. And he went. He went into the night to meet her. And the bastard didn’t even delete the call log. Remember to breathe woman.
By Chasity Ann on 10.29.2013
I sat there, my leg was shaking with nerves. What was I going to say? How was I going to say it? There really was no way to tell your partner you’ve been unfaithful, but honestly, that hasn’t stopped me saying things before.
By Hank on 10.29.2013
He had been unfaithful and she knew it, and he knew she knew it, and yet they never talked about it, never discussed it. There was no blaming and no hinting. He lived his life waiting for the other shoe to drop.
By mrsmig on 10.29.2013
I believed once. I know I did. God was at my side, in my heart , and he spoke through my lips … and then it was gone. At first I was puzzled, then alarmed and panicked. Forsaken. I, the blessed child had been left behind, merely a mortal shell of a man who once was one with the divine.
By terradi on 10.29.2013
He was unfaithful, not to others, but only himself. He allowed others to change his mind, to alter his path, to nudge him in the wrong directions. He allowed people to see him as an imbecile, a moron, a man with no worth. He also liked turtles, and necrophilia, and oh god what are you ~@doigng stop please penis fukc
By Garo Atamian URL on 10.29.2013
She was my best friend. My only friend. We did everything together, and promised we would do so to the end of time. We’d have a double wedding, and name our kids after each other and everything. We were loyal til the end. Well, the end came quicker than I thought it would. She left me there, standing teary eyed in the middle of the hallway, as her and her new besties mocked me, then shoved me aside for their new boyfriends.
I hate unfaithfulness.
By Sammygirl14 on 10.29.2013
He asked me, “You would never be unfaithful, right?”
I smiled, even though I was annoyed with the insecurity behind the question. He looked worried. I put my hand over his and whispered softly, “Darling, if I seriously wanted to be with another, you would be the first to know.” I gathered he was somewhat relieved, but not quite satisfied either.
Still, I promised perfect honesty. And these are the three things I know: 1) I don’t control the future, but I can live by a code. 2) Loyalty is to honor as fidelity is to friendship and love first. 3) I’ve got this Irish ring that’s pretty emblematic of that, but if something happened to make me take it off permanently, then it really is over.
By Intuition on 10.29.2013
Looking back the steps that led up to an act of mistrust most unexpected, only left me with the bitter taste of an unfaithful spirit.
By Penny on 10.29.2013
I woke up to find him using my phone. Hunched over. Whispers. Urgency. I don’t know what made me more upset; that she was on the other end or that he’d used my phone to contact her. They’d arranged the meet while I lay with my silent tears and crumbling heart. And he leaned over to kiss my cheek.. no.. to lay my phone back down next to me. Feet stepping into shoes. Deep breath. Click of a lock. And he went. He went into the night to meet her. And the bastard didn’t even delete the call log. Remember to breathe woman.
By Chasity Ann Freitas on 10.29.2013
“How could you be so – so – so unfaithful?” He shouted at her as she stormed out of the classroom.
“We’ve never been lab partners, Marty!” She responded, hurrying further down the hall. “It’s not unfaithful to work with Alex if you and I were never partners in the first place!”
By Tootles. on 10.29.2013
Faith had always been a big deal for me. To have faith in someone. To believe. It’s hard to believe nowadays and it’s hard to trust. I’ve always believed in people and I trust them not to disappoint me. How can they disappoint me when I have faith in them anyway?
By Miriam on 10.29.2013
The drive is long, and the weather is bad. Rain pelts the windshield, like a million slaps in the face, beating down on the roof of my truck like a million fists. The thunder drums in the distance and lightening cracks across the sky, illuminating the darkness that surrounds me. There is only one hour left and then I will be there with her. She will take me into her arms and make me safe again. She will peel the clothes from my body and warm my freezing bones with the warmth of her skin. Folding me into her, she will love me as I have never been loved and it will all have been worth it.
I watch the rain run down the windowpane and pull his hoodie tighter around my body. The lightening slices across the sky, a split second spotlight across the yard. Wind howls through the trees and my shoulders shudder from the cold. The hours have been long and hard, and as much as I try not to be, I am worried. The man I love is driving through this angry weather, making his way to me. He will be upset for a moment, worried that I’ll catch a cold when I run down my walkway with no jacket and no shoes, desperate to be in his arms. .He will lift me up and spin me around, before he carries me inside and covers me with kisses. I will pull his shirt over his head, and lead him into my warm bed. Pressed against him, skin on skin, we will warm each other from the inside. I will take care of him, keep him safe and sound. I will let him love me as I have never been loved before, and it will all have been worth it.
By LifeisaVerb87 on 10.29.2013
I am unfaithful to myself. I portray myself to others in a way that was created seperately from who I actually am. I hide my real self, push it deep inside me. I am not happy not acting like who I really am.
By Amanda on 10.29.2013
I was in seventh grade when I started to think I was an atheist. Things just didn’t make sense to me. I couldn’t believe and I still can’t.
By Morris on 10.29.2013
He was never going to be able to be the Batman that his father was.
That his teacher was.
It wasn’t even a question -it simply wouldn’t happen. He’d kill people and shrug it off.
Just another day to be a failure.
By katy on 10.29.2013
Hardly unfaithful, I guess. He was drunk, and I assume the other guy was too. Commitment to the big old “b” word was nothing more than tacit understanding… so why does it still nag at me?
By asavas on 10.29.2013
Oh what an unfaithful, unloyal, bitch. I cannot believe that she would go to him for treats instead of me! It just shows where a dog’s loyalty is! she loves us both, but he has BACON!! So much for the milk bones. I tried.
By Guiltless Miss on 10.29.2013
She hadn’t exactly been unfaithful, although some might accuse her of it. He was the unfaithful one, and she wasn’t the only one who knew it. Unfortunately, his wife was the other one.
By Mexichick on 10.29.2013
you blame it on your luck, as if your choices are due to chance
you would’ve chosen differently if you had known in advance
but the life you built inside your head, of decisions you could have made
would not feel much better if you had the chance to trade.
By Carly URL on 10.29.2013
His shirt reeked of cheap perfume, his lips swollen red. It wasn’t a mystery, where he was last night. He plopped down next to her on the sofa and turned on the TV without so much as a greeting. It was always like this.
By affront on 10.29.2013
“Why could this — how could this — WHAT IIS THE MEANING OF THIS!!?” she wailed. “I couldn’t — you wouldn’t –”
The room pulled the air out of her throat and left her there, gasping, in the vacuum.
By HiddenHero on 10.29.2013
He had been unfaithful to his true idea. The core and foundation of all he knew had disappeared. What was there left?
By Lauren on 10.29.2013
it was a dark cold lonely night. the boy with short drown hair shivered and hugged his shoulders walking through the grass under the prefect crescent moon, his breath fogged when he breathed
By Ben on 10.29.2013
I have made mistakes, quite a few of them, and one of which being the pursuit of my own happiness. I carry with me idea that I can be satisfied by my own self. The irony is this: I have been unfaithful to my own search for meaning. I am the most fickle settler and the most fearful adventurer.
By Jon URL on 10.29.2013
ah to the unfaithful , what a web you weave, how to keep your story straight, how not to get caught.
Is it not better to be true and not to have to remember lies, then to spin a story that no one believes. Please think about it!
By dee on 10.29.2013
I have a perfect girlfriend.
I have a perfect girlfriend.
She has perfect lips.
He flashes back to last night, feeling her warm body against his, her lips against his.
She’s that perfect balance of sexy, yet cute.
She looks up at him her eyes looking into his, her red hair flushing brightly in the moonlight, biting her lip.
And a body like a goddess.
She slides out of her dress and climbs on top of him. His hand slides up her thighs up to her neck and pulls her face to his.
So what was last night about…
By Brandon Adams URL on 10.29.2013
Aspiring to be something. Extending your hands to the sun.
It shines brightly, but you still feel cold.
That warmth will never return.
Warm skin is for those below you.
Her dress was everything but white; through her eyes, it was sooty and dusted with charcoal. If she stared long enough, the hem of it seemed to crumble off into embers that rolled behind her as she walked the aisle.
I can’t believe he did that to me. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. Everyone told me so. I should have listened. I’m never going to hear the end of it, no matter how much I’m going to want them to shut up. God, I need a drink.
I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming.
He’d always been unfaithful.
By Natalie on 10.29.2013
Thats me. I have a problem. I cant help it, I try to tell myself its going to be different this time. But whenever I end up with someone who cares about me, all I can think about is whether that guy next to him would be a better match. If that guy next to him, would love me more. And so before I know it, before I can stop myself I turn my back on the boys who actually care.
By Bo on 10.29.2013
His eyes shift left, right, left again before settling on his feet. There’s a terse silence in the air, and he knows the secret is out. It’s quiet in the hotel room before his companion opens his mouth.
The word stings more than any bruise and scrape he’s gotten in his entire lifetime.
By cam on 10.29.2013
He did not consider himself unfaithful, but he knew that he was betraying her. For fourteen years she had served him well, helping him and supporting him, but he knew that all things must come to an end, and now was that time.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 10.29.2013
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