There are few greater triggers in life than infidelity. Cheating in relationships brings out the deepest fears and insecurities, while also creating its own kind of trauma.
Because of this, and the general monogamistic approach to relationships that humanity has had for most of recorded history, we view infidelity as a very black and white subject. It is wrong. The cheater is scum. The person cheated on is a poor victim.
However, as with most things in life, the older we get the more we realize there is a lot more grey area than stark black and white. Infidelity is one of the subjects that lives in that in-between.
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How to move on when you realize you were the cause of someone else’s pain and suffering.
Going through a breakup or heartbreak is an incredibly difficult and painful experience. You are left feeling betrayed, rejected, afraid, lonely, and lost. A future you had imagined is now dead. You are left without the person that, for better or worse, your life centered around for months, years, or even longer.
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Relationships can be the most rewarding parts of our lives. They can also be the most trying. A healthy and successful relationship with another human being has a myriad of benefits, including scientifically proven mental and even physical health improvements. An unhealthy relationship results in stress, anxiety, heartbreak, and even potential abuse.
In this article I attempt to distill what I believe to be the four main pillars of any relationship.
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It is 1am.
I think I am losing my mind.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have walked by the front window to see if your car was in my driveway.
My constant checking of your social media pages has become obsessive.
My work is suffering. My mind wanders too much.
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I didn’t think it was her at first.
The bar was busy, but it was at that time when people started to leave to either head home or find some late night food.
She was standing with two other female friends, finishing off their mixed drinks.
My buddy elbowed me asking me if I was ok. Apparently I had been looking off into the distance for some time. I was, in a way. It felt like I was looking at my distant past. It had been three years since I had last seen this girl, now a woman.
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