Is It Weak To Forgive Someone For Cheating Novels & Stories

I still wish them well till now. "With William, my husband. It was different. I fell for him harder than I've ever fell for anyone, and when he started cheating, it hurt. It hurt so much. I thought that there was something wrong with me. Over and over and over again, he cheated and over and over and over again, I forgave him... Until it became a regular occurrence. Until I started asking myself, what is wrong with me? Why can't I get it right? Why can't I just be like other girls? Why can't I be enough for anyone?" Her voice cracked and a tear slid down her cheek, bouncing on the table and splattering to bits.

She looked away and sighed before turning back to face me. "Honestly, I do not know. I might have, I might have not. It is a past that I want buried forever. Besides, men do not forgive the past of women, a known statistic, so do not argue. Same way women do not forgive weakness and cheating. I am sorry you had to find out this way though." She said to me and I sighed. I wish I could be mad at her but I did not have the heart to be mad at her. Today was all about healing.

I let out and cleared my throat in anticipation of what I was about to say. “Well, I don’t know this person enough to just conclude about him, but take this from someone who has done that before, men know what they’re doing. We do. It’s no mistake when we cheat. We didn’t get carried away, we chose to do it. It’s true that we regret it after it’s done and try to make things right, but the trust has been broken already. You can choose to forgive him and take him back. That depends solely on you. You were the one in the relationship and you know him better. But if he gives excuses instead of taking responsibility and accountability, then he’s lying. He isn’t ready to change and will do it agai

Chelsea kept on repeating feeling guilty but I didn't want her to feel this way. “It's not your fault Chelsea. It's my fault for believing Liam would come to love me despite how we meant," I said, trying to make Chelsea feel better. Chelsea moved back a little and held my two hands in hers. “I got your back, Emily. Tell me, do you want me to kill that jerk?" Chelsea asked me and I almost laughed because of the way she said it. “You don't have to," I said with a reassuring smile. “I'm glad you divorced him because why are men allowed to cheat, and yet, we will forgive them. However, if it's the woman, she will be called a slut and all sorts of names." Chelsea explained the painful truth but t

I move closer to hug him from behind, wrapping my arms right under his and pressing my cheek to his back. I feel stupid, to still have strong feelings for him after he cheated on me. I never thought that I could ever forgive someone for doing something like that. The mate-bond must be really be strong, to have me ready to forgive him without even hearing his explanation yet. He turns over again, loosely throwing an arm around my waist. His face is merely inches away from mine. I shift a little closer to place a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. Moving down, I gingerly brush my lips against his, and press soft kisses along his jawline.

Lydia roared. Trevor held his swollen cheek, looking bewildered. "What did I do wrong? Why did you slap me?" "You married Evelyn and signed a letter of understanding, didn't you? No wonder the police never called me. Turns out you're the one who went behind my back!" Trevor's eyes flickered. Now that the truth was out, there was no point in pretending anymore. "Yes, Evelyn is my wife now. Whether you accept it or not, I'm with her. What happened was an accident. None of us wanted it. Can't you just forgive her?"

My brain, however, has already directed an entire tragic short film involving steam, tiled walls, and betrayal. I try to rationalize. He was drunk. What if she took advantage of that? But no matter how I twist it, there’s one hard line I know I won’t cross. I can forgive brokenness. I can forgive fear. I can forgive damage. I CAN NOT forgive cheating. Drunk or sober. If he stuck his dick in another hole … I’m done. Standing here now, my heart hammering, my entire pelvic floor clenched so tight it could crack diamonds, I wonder when the roles were reversed. He’s the reckless one, the fearless one — and I’m the one shaking in borrowed clothes, bracing for impact.

[Happiness is stargazing with the right person. In less than a minute, my phone was exploding with notifications. Sam sent me a text message. [How crazy are you? You’re already getting cheated on, and you’re still stargazing with that cheater? No wonder she’s cheating on you! I hope you get cheated on forever!]

I asked expectantly to get an answer on what to do. “Of course. I would want their heart to break like mine… and I know you are not like this. You wouldn’t do this but you should.” And her response pushed me into turmoil too. Should I accept his offer? Should I hate Jared? Can I do that? “You think?” “Hmm. Not everyone deserves forgiveness. Cheating shouldn’t be forgiven.” She nodded. “I don’t know. Maybe we were never meant to be. And besides,” Shaking my head in denial, I rose from my seat to get myself some coffee. Taking a deep breath so I could be my usual self and smiled.