What *I* did wasn't cheating, because she cheated first, and I could sense it, and I heard the dudes in the background when she was getting trafficked and I was trying to find her and get her out (she wanted out, they wouldn't let her, cops eventually found her), she never would have had any of that happen if she had simply been a good girlfriend and not gone out to "be a free spirit" because I wouldn't help her self harm (escape from a court ordered stay at a facility), not that she deserved it, but if she would have simply been honorable it never would have happened, we'd be married right now, I'd be off drugs, we'd either have or adopt kids (I think she's infertile), and things would have been good. But I knew she cheated, I didn't know she was raped quite then yet, and I was just mad, I had filthy gay sex with her friend and took his giant cock up my ass even though I'm not a bottom just to try and get a new partner but he was abusive and made revenge porn of me secretly and I cried and broke it off because I couldn't take the abuse after several years./vent