The ability to love and be loved is arguably one of the best parts of being human. However, with great perks, come great responsibilities. For some people, monogamy just isn't their thing which is totally cool, as long as their partner is aware of it and has agreed to being in an open relationship. For those unfortunate people who fall victim to cheating lovers, the heartbreak and sadness can render them helpless. The only way their situation could get any worse is if they caught their partner in the act. That's exactly what happened to these poor souls.Betrayed lovers took to Reddit to talk about what it was like when they caught their significant other with another lover. Their stories may give you some trust issues of your own!
"I had actually come home a week earlier than I was supposed to from the Air Force (this was a good 15 years ago), and figured I'd surprise her since she'd always talk about how much she misses me, would always send me pictures of her in the mail and write these long letters talking about our future together. Naturally, I assumed she would be more than excited to see me walk in the door a week early. I pulled up to the house and figured she was home because her car was there, so I was as quiet as possible. Even parked my car down the street a little so she didn't see me pull up and ruin the surprise. I quietly put the key in the lock and slowly twisted... opened the door and the living room was dark. I thought maybe she got picked up by some friends and went out somewhere. Oh well, even better! I'll set up our room by going to get some flowers and making everything look all romantic and irresistible (hey it's been a few months, I was a bit pent up at that point). I start walking towards the bedroom, and I hear this rhythmic squeaking noise followed by a deep grunt. My instinct reaction was someone broke in and is trying to rip something off the wall, so I went into *ss kicking mode until a few seconds later I heard a high pitched moan of a female. Yeah... I recognized that sound pretty well, and knew what was happening. Being military, I knew the worst possible thing I could do was anything violent, so I wanted to f*ck up whatever 'moment' they were having. I walked towards the room very quietly while they went at it... of course they didn't hear me because they were far too 'deep' in their actions. Luckily the door was halfway open so I got down and started crawling towards the bed out of their line of sight, slithered over to the edge of the bed they were closest to and started slowly inching my head up the side until just my eyes were above the edge. It took her a good minute (she was on the bottom) before she looked over and saw angry eyes staring at her. She freaked out so bad that she kicked the dude in the face and he fell off the bed and hit his head on the wall, she screamed louder than I've heard anyone scream in my life and bounced off the bed in a flailing, sweaty mess and I heard her *ss hit the ground with a satisfying thud. I stood up and the guy was in a heap on the floor scared sh*tless at this dude in full military garb standing over him with crazy eyes. She finally realized who it was and started bawling her eyes out saying 'i'm so sorry! I was lonely!' blah blah blah... who cares. I started laughing hysterically and all I said was 'Well dude, she's your problem now. Hope you don't mind herpes'. Walked out and blocked her from my life. Only to go on and date someone else who made my life miserable for the next 12 years. I really know how to pick 'em."
"She was at a party for a guy we knew that was killed in Afghanistan (I couldn't make it because of work). I got out of work around midnight, and gave her a call to see how things were going. I can immediately tell that she's hammered, which wasn't a problem. She said she had just gotten home (she lived two doors down from where the party was) but then I heard a guy's voice in the background. 'Who is that?' I asked her before she promptly hung up. So, I called again, and a guy picks the up the phone, 'She doesn't want to talk to you, motherf*cker- so suck my d*ck!' Oh... so he wants to talk to me like that? I don't think so. So I rushed over to her house and walked in. I found them in her bed in the dark and flipped on the lights. She started crying and the guy stood up... it was the brother of the kid that just got killed. I need to add that, at the time, I was 19 years old and pretty scrappy. At this point in my life I had been boxing on and off for about three years, and all I wanted to do was utterly demolish this guy... but I didn't. I knew that this guy had just lost his brother and was going through a lot. The last thing he needs is me beating his a**. So here I am with a look of disbelief, and he turns to me and says, 'F*ck you, b*tch. Don't say a single word to me or I'll kill you.' Are. You. Kidding. Me. Needless to say, I snapped. I cracked him in the jaw with a quick jab, then grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. As he stood there... fighting for air, I pulled him close and whispered in his ear, 'Your brother was a great man, it should have been you that got killed over there and not him.' I then let him go and walked out. I never said a word to her again."