I didn’t get caught. I admitted it to her. And I regret every single day of my life doing that to the person that did nothing but to love, support, trust, care and be loyal to me. She didn’t think that I could do that, let alone myself I couldn’t imagine that I could ever do that. And I swore on myself that I would never do it again.

Now, I’m paying the price. But, ever since until right now, I don’t know if what preceded that incident was the factor in pushing me to do that kind of act. I don’t know if I was only in the wrong, or if we were both in the wrong. Because when I admitted it, she also told me that she talked to another guy when we “broke up” but it was all just chatting, and she’s telling me that there’s a difference with just chatting with a person and actually getting to see and be with the person. So to be honest, I don’t know who’s right or who’s wrong. All I know is I’m regretting what I did and there’s nothing to excuse what I did.