Time will tell

My name is Elizabeth. I am a 27 years old lawyer, and I can say my life has been pretty lucky all the way to now. I don’t have kids yet, but that is because the person I wanted to tie the knot with cheated on me… then dumped me. We had met in college, and were often looked up to as the cutest, most loving couple. He was very sweet and considerate with me, and I can say that was the first time I truly felt in love.

He was great at sex, and I always looked forward to doing it with him. It was as if I was overtaken by some sort of sexual energy, and he shared it, and we just fucked our brains out, maybe even multiple times a day. He is a strong man, and could easily manage my body, splitting my legs open while pinning me against the wall so my pussy would be open and ready for him. He always made me so wet, it was easy to fuck my slippery pussy, which he also ate like a full meal, going deep in me with his tongue.

But like they say, good things never last. After a few years of dating, he started to act weird around me, a little distant, not as interested in going on dates or having sex anymore, and whenever we did have sex, he did not do it as good as he usually did. It was as if he was bored; and when I asked him about it he just said he was stressed with work.

I was pretty saddened by these events, cause I could already see myself spending my life alongside him. After a few weeks, I just found out on his phone that he was cheating on me. I know; it’s bad to check other people’s texts, but I had no alternative. That’s how I found out he had been talking sexually to not just one woman, but multiple. It was heartbreaking. However, I did not say anything to him and instead just distanced myself slowly. To the point we didn’t do anything romantic or have sex anymore.

Then he just broke up with me and put the blame on me. It was shattering, because he thought I did not know he had been cheating for who knows how long. It was horrible, as if someone had taken the spot of my loving boyfriend, someone with a completely opposite personality. Years have passed, but I never fully recovered.

However so, a few months ago, my boyfriend reached out to me again. He seemed to care little about apologizing, but seemed anxious to see me again. I agreed, however reluctantly, and we went to a cafe. He asked me how have I been, and I tried to seem distant while talking. He noticed this, and then proceed to apologize. He went on and on about how he was a changed man, and I wonder if he realized I knew he cheated.

“I am not as uncaring as before…”

he said, before I cut him dry.

“So you still cheat?” I said, and he stopped with his mouth still open, and a confused expression, trying to keep a smile on his face.

“I did not” he said, and I started to pick my things up and put them in my purse.

“You did, I checked your phone. Maybe you’re not as uncaring but you’re still a liar” I said, then left. He got up and walked behind me.

“Please don’t do this” he said, trying to get ahold of me.

“Say that to your other girls” I said, then left as he stood behind.

I got home and cried for hours, then masturbated thinking of us, then continued crying. Time could really tell he had not changed…