My last relationship ended a few years ago, but the way it ended still lingers in my mind. We had what seemed like a wonderful relationship for 2 years. He traveled 2 1/2 hours to see me every weekend. His time outside of those weekends was on the road for work. Even then, we talked on the phone for hours most every night. Everyone thought we were the perfect couple.
I found out he cheated on me, going to a strip club and pursuing a stripper. I confronted him on the phone because, what I found out sickened me, and I couldn't wait until I saw him in person again. He made some excuse and wasn't owning up to cheating. I told him when he was ready to tell the truth to give me a call. I didn't get a call. Instead, I got an email a few days later more or less saying he was dumping me and how unhappy he had been. Never in the time we were together did he verbally or otherwise express unhappiness. It would be stupid to drive 2 1/2 hours every weekend to see someone because you are 'unhappy'.
He later admitted that he wasn't unhappy with me, but with himself. He admitted that he destroyed our relationship. I didn't argue the case with him because I agreed.
I'll never understand, how a man who said our relationship was the best he ever had, could destroy it for something so petty and not try to salvage it. It isn't that I wanted him back, but I wanted to know I was worth having back.
Have you found out someone was cheating on you only for them to dump you instead of you dumping them?