Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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Let's crack on for today's first story.

Which is titled, I Found out my fiancé cheated, two weeks before

our wedding. I learned this while at our friend's destination wedding where I can't leave and have to play it cool.

Throw away because this is insane. This post is not a creative writing exercise and I wish it was.

I am mostly writing to try and get some relief since I have no one to tell and I feel like my body is turning inside out.

After months of browsing the sub, reading the horror stories and thinking that could never

happen to me, I have some content to contribute.

Boy do I.

My 25 female, fiancé 28 female and I were getting married in two weeks.

We've been together for over six years and lived together most of that time, known each other for eight years.

Relevant, I am a lesbian and she is bisexual. We built a wonderful life together and I was excited to take the next step.

I truly thought I knew this person. I'm typing this from the hotel of our good friend's

destination wedding. They got married yesterday. Today and tomorrow we were supposed to be for fun

and celebration in the local area. They have not been so for me. After the ceremony yesterday, my fiancé got

rather intoxicated. She fell asleep like a rock after I helped her wash up and get dressed.

She was out. So I took the opportunity to do something I now regret. But at the same time was probably

the best decision I ever made. I snooped through her phone.

I wish I had a better reason for why I did it, some big Sherlock level hunch, but I don't.

I did it because we're getting married soon and I wanted to see what she was saying to her

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