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Now today's first story comes from the true off my chest, subreddit saying,

from I throw him away, and says, I Female 23, found out seven months ago that my boyfriend,

male 26, has been cheating on me, but I haven't told him I know. I found out while he was away

for work. A girl he slept with sent me a DM on Instagram.

She told me everything and even sent pictures. I remember staring at my screen, my heart pounding,

my hands shaking. I felt like my entire world had just shattered. I didn't even respond.

I just sat there, drowning in pain. I finally understood

what he meant to have a dagger to the heart. Anyways, I made a decision I wouldn't confront him.

Instead, I grieved and mourned our relationship like it had already died. I'd been with him for

three years. I thought everything was going perfect. I didn't

see this coming at all. That entire week, I was alone, cycling through every emotion imaginable.

This might sound crazy, but there was a part of me that almost needed to feel the pain,

like I was clinging to it, letting it consume me.

This may sound emo, but it felt good.

I can't explain it, but I felt alive.

Maybe this is borderline masochistic, but whatever.

This is how I wanted to cope.

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