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We had already had plans to spend the night together, so that had to go as planned as well. I told her when we got home how shitty I felt and how I didn't know if we would make it through this one. I woke up to her on top of me and in the moment, I fucked the life force out of her. I woke up to the sex so I obviously had no condom on and wasn't in the right frame of mind to even remember one. I graduated highschool shortly after and she slept with someone else while I went on a vacation. This was the last straw for me. For the first time since we began, I got big balls and met up with her on a gravel road near her house. I told her if she loved me she wouldn't have fucked all these men while we were together. I said if she wanted to fix it, she was going to have to do more than fuck my feelings away. She was going to have to fix it 100% on her own. She said she had no idea how to, but I responded with "that's your problem" and I left her crying on the side of the road. A week later she said she was scared and had me take a pregnancy test to her job. She took the test to the bathroom, came out crying and tossed the test at me. It was positive. I spent 9 months not knowing if the kid was mine and I was still mad that she did not attempt to fix the relationship so I remained distant. In that time she slept with a dude (a previous lay), but we were broken up so I was fucking around too. We tried working it out before he was born, but we were both still too mad even though I actually had a reason to be angry. Still fucked her the night she went into labor under doctors orders as apparently it helps the delivery. I arrived at the hospital just in time to see my son be born and the kid looks just like me. I still demand a test mostly to show her family that I was the one fucked over. He's mine of course.

She begins seeing the dude she slept with while we weren't in contact. She continues trying to get me to love her again, but it's just with sex and her constantly saying she loved me. At this point, I can't figure out my feelings. She officially gives up on me one night after we had rather lazy sex on my part and I refused to say that I loved her. This is when she begins publically dating that dude. She stays faithful for a while. Eventually we started fucking again. He's an Air Force dude and proposes early on. That ends the sleeping around for a while. A few weeks after the wedding, we start up again and she tells me she wishes I stopped the wedding 'The Graduate' style. I tell her I was outside the church considering it (I genuinely was too. Just sat across the street on a bench about to vomit all day). She gets pregnant with twins not long after, we are worried they're mine. Several months into the pregnancy, we have amazing sex on the stairs of the back porch at my mother's house, could easily be seen in any direction. We just couldn't resist the urge (another possible pregnancy fetish greentext) Guilt stops the affair over time. He gets stationed in another state. They take our kid and have their first kids in Oklahoma. Not long after, she considers divorce after he is distant and hit her once. I tell her I want her and would be there no matter what, that I regretted not knowing how I felt. They do therapy and I am out of the picture yet again. Around this time, I behan to consider joining the Army. His Active Duty ends so they move back. I get to bond with my kiddo in person again instead of over skype. I eventually talk to my family and her about joining the military. Everyone is sad but okay with it. At this point, she had told him about the several affairs because of the therapy and both of them revealing their secrets. After that I am not allowed physically in the house if he is home even to this day

(though I will hang out for around an hour or so when I pick up my son for the week/weekend and we get along fine if he isn't home). I guess him hitting her and being distant amongst several other fishy things on his end were mitigated (reasonably) by our affair through their entire marriage. I was about a month out from leaving for training, even though I didn't know that yet when we had begun talking through Snapchat (yes this was after they revealed all of their own lies and 'healed'). It had been a long time, so we were asking each other about our sex lives, "do you think about me when you're fucking" type questions. I go to drop off my son one day and she sends a message saying she wished I had kissed her. I turned around and drove back to the house, opened the door, told our son and her 2 kids I forgot to get something and said it was downstairs. She told them she'd be right back and met me downstairs where I slammed her against the wall and kissed her deeply until the kids started coming down the stairs. I left the house feeling like I hadn't felt in a long time. Later that night she would note how hot it was feeling my erection on her thigh and being tossed around as I wasn't aggressive to her like that before. The next time I went to pick up my son, she showed me a positive pregnancy test and for the first time there was no chance this was mine. She told me it was over for good this time, that she couldn't go through another pregnancy like the other two. I knew she meant it. We agreed that if we ever crossed the line again, we'd have to tell her husband everything all over again and that she knew he'd never leave, but it'd make it harder on our relationship with us and our kid. About a week later, due to the job I chose for the Army, I was shipped out immediatly to training.

Same shit happened with me, when she freaked the hell out thinking she was pregnant I knew she didn't love me like she should, she just liked my company and the fuck when she wanted. I was happy thinking she was knocked up, she would leave her husband finally. turns out via blood test she wasn't and she told me only after I had taken out a massive loan to get a place. Ironically I'm in an RN program too and I know I could give her more than her redneck highschool drop out husband ever could.

Why wasn't I good enough Anons? I'm young, in shape, and in school on top of being a workaholic. I just don't know what else I could have done. Nothing is the truth but I love and trust too deep.

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She had her 4th and last child not long after I finished training. We got in one fight during my actual job training (AIT, phones were allowed after a few weeks) about how she couldn't believe that I had actually left, but other than that, conversation was minimal.

Fast forward to now, I have been out of the military for over a year and a half now. I close on a house in a week in my old hometown, bought specifically because of the proximity to my now 8 year old sons new school that he will go to until he graduates (K-12 all one building). I'm single, but still date here and there (almost got married myself while in the Army). She is moving to the country side that's in the school district with her family. We haven't crossed that line in roughly 4 years. I don't think we ever will again. We no longer give hugs and she doesn't make eye contact for too long. We both know why. That bond and attraction is still there, but she chose a family that she made. I can't blame her. I'm a disabled vet with both physical and mental issues finishing up my second degree with plans on being a teacher. Either way, other than about a week and a half of the month when I have my kiddo, I am alone knowing the woman I was supposed to end up with is (now) happily married.

I remember when I told my mom that my dream girl was pregnant with her 4th child, she told me how sorry she was and when I asked why, she began crying. She told me the woman I never gave up on put the final nail in the coffin on our story with this pregnancy. Mom KNEW I still loved her even with no knowledge of our many on and off affairs. That was one of the few times in my life that I cried.

I just dread to see her get pregnant, I know her husband will try and try just to keep her. I just hope I never find out. I won't be able to take it Anons.

The worst part is she isn't happy, and we both know it. its her and always was her that just couldn't take the plunge and believe in me. I would've been happy for the rest of my life but she flat out fucked us both up for life.

Well, guys, although I could get way more specific with certain parts and flesh out stories within this story, that's the basics on how I lost my virginity to, fell in love with, had a beautiful boy with and had such an intense passion filled long term affair with the woman I had a crush on since middle school. Unfortunatly, it ends on a sad note. All I can do is be glad that they are all happy and try to find whatever happiness there is to find for myself. Thanks for reading.

I'm sorry and hope for all Anons in this thread. I know for a fact that I'll never find love like this again. Something this pure and so easy, no effort was required by either party to make it work, It was just natural.It was perfect and we were both happy. I just don't understand what happened, why oh why couldn't it have just worked out and not have a happy end for once in my life?

>feeling bad
>meet girl
>stop feeling bad
>go out
>two years into the relationship
>start feeling bad again
>start drinking alot
>alot
>she doesnt like it
>lie to her multiple times that ill stop
>one year later
>leaves me
still drinking btw, dreamt about her a while back. messed me up real good.

Keep the thread going. Vent;help each other. It's okay to hurt.