His stepsister sent me a video message of them having sex, with my favorite picture of me and him hanging visibly in the background.
—Christiana
Aftermath: I broke up with him the next day. He cried and told me I was only dumping him because he was black.
I came home during my last summer of law school and my boyfriend of five years told me he was sleeping with a Hooters girl.
—LL
Aftermath: The next day he asked me for legal advice. I guess that’s not on the menu at Hooters. We haven’t spoke since.
It was over the minute his roommate kissed me. It just took me two years of bulls*** and misery to realize it.
—BlueCanary
Aftermath: Roommate and I have been together for three years now. (He thinks it’s only been two.)
We had a steamy long distance affair for several years. He was brilliant, successful and had a fantastic sense of humor. He would phone me daily and schedule romantic trips. We both had primary partners. Mine had agreed to a polyamorous relationship; his didn’t know. I kept waiting for him to come clean with his wife but he wouldn’t. We were in the habit of writing very personal erotic stories for each other and I would spend days perfecting mine. One day, I realized that his were plagiarized.
—Kira
Aftermath: It lasted three more months. Ten years, and many affairs later, he divorced his wife just about the same time that I married a talented writer who wrote an entire book for me.
How did I know it was over? When he FaceBook’d someone else, talking about the kisses they had shared.
—Maria
Aftermath: I’m contemplating on how I’m gonna break it to him as I type.
