Author's Note

(AN: Wow, it's been a hot minute hasn't it? So, basically I wanted to put a few of the ideas that never really made it into any of the Equestria Girls stories that I wrote up on the site. This beginning story comes with the following warnings: This story contains cheating. That means it contains everything that happens right down to the fallout. Now, I made this story pretty much a Reddit post, and originally I wasn't sure if it would even be a decent fit. Finally, I decided that I didn't want to make it canon to verse that I created, and so I pretty much put it in a pile of untouched stories.

But, finally I came along and figured, why not. It's still not canon, so don't worry about Sour Sweet and Second Person's relation. That's all good.)

The Post

The Post

Shaky hands hovered above the keyboard. The words were there, right there, but how to get them to come out was the problem. She never believed that she would do this. She was a third wave feminist, someone that believed in true equality, and of course sexual freedom came with that.

The problem was that she also believed in trust and honesty. both of which had been brutally shattered. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks, and dropping to her lap. Slowly she began what she believed was going to be somewhat therapeutic.

D/ Relationship Advice

Dear Readers of Debbit. I (39 F) recently cheated on my (40 M) husband. I know that the cliché of saying that it wasn't intentional is in every cheater's handbook. I also know that saying it won't be believed, but I am saying it. I'm saying it because I wasn't looking to cheat.

She felt the tears welling up, and she didn't attempt to stop them. She needed this. She needed to confess everything.

My husband and I have been married for the last fourteen years. Our marriage wasn't just a good one, but I'd dare say that it was a great one. I'm pushy, arrogant, and all too often I can be domineering and controlling. Somehow my beloved husband saw past that, and he saw a girl that he absolutely adored and loved.

We have a beautiful daughter together, and this is what breaks my heart. I've ruined her relationship with him. To understand what happened we need to go back at least six months ago. Our life together hadn't gotten stale, it wasn't merely going through the motions, but instead it was beautiful. Our love language is more than sex. It's spending time together, being together, having sex, making love, watching crappy b movies and laughing at them.

He's always, always been there for me. Even when I was at my worst he was there for me. So, I was surprised at myself when six months ago I was going to the gym for my normal yoga classes. I happened to meet my affair partner there. I'm going to call her Soft touch. Soft Touch was someone that knew what she was.

She never claimed to be anything other than a woman interested in other women. She explained that to me when we met. She also explained that while she was a woman, in her view, that nature had decided that she should have different equipment. I've never even considered being with anyone other than my husband.

Yet, what started as just talking grew into competitive one upping. She was the kind of competitive spirit that usually either brought out the best or the worst in me. We tried to get into more intense positions, we flaunted families, and finally our last straw was our bodies.

She sniffed and wiped her eyes. She wasn't worried about anyone hearing her, and how she wished that she could be worried about someone hearing her. Instead she went back to the words on the screen.

The first time was at the gym. It was the shower, and I walked in to see Soft Touch washing herself. Immediately I turned around, said that I would wait until she done, but then she chastised me saying that if I was prude I should have just said so. Taking the bait I walked in, and proceeded to undress and shower.

My husband had never failed to compliment my looks. He's never had anything negative to say about me. Yet, it was Soft Touch's eyes that told me more than I could have ever believed. She looked at me like a starving man looked at the first burger he's come across in ages. She commented on my hips, breasts, and how it looked like I should have had any kids.

I explained that it was just working out, and then I commented on the fact that her body was equally nice. That's when I finally saw it. If you're looking for me to say that it was the single biggest that I've ever seen then I'm afraid that you've waited in vain. It was a little below average.

My husband's is decently sized, perfect for me, and something I was absolutely happy with. This one was just shy of four inches. It was completely erect, and I tried to look away. I tried, but Soft Touch explained that she never expected to be turned on by me.

From there, things began to escalate. It was so thrilling, so exciting, and I found myself giving into suggestions and ideas.
I also began following the cheater's handbook. I got distant from my husband. I stayed on my phone constantly, I sent dirty pictures, saved pictures of us together, and unfortunately my precious daughter walked in on her mother with another person.

I had to explain what happened, explain to her what was going on, and I tried to put it into words. I managed to get her to agree not to tell her father, that I would address it, and that I would stop the affair. I'm sorry to say that I did neither, or at least I didn't then.

The affair went on for another four months before my husband happened to look at my cellphone when I was in the shower. I had forgotten to take it with me, and he saw the messages. He saw the pictures, the messages from my daughter telling me that I need to stop. That I need to tell him, and then her promise that she wouldn't say anything.

For an entire month he stopped being affectionate, and I felt that something was wrong. Oh, I wish that I could say that I wasn't with Soft Touch anymore, but we were still going at it.
Instead, I found myself realizing how far I had fallen. I began to separate myself from Soft Touch, I tried to be more affection with my husband, but he distanced himself from me even more.

I knew that he knew. I knew it, and I wanted to fix things. The confirmation came with me being served divorced papers at the family practice I work at. I was in shock, and I tried to call him, but I got nothing. My daughter called in hysterics because her daddy wasn't answering her calls. He knew that I had made her promise. I tried texting him, and I let Soft Touch know that we were done.

It was too little too late, and I knew it. I traded this wonderful marriage, my soul mate, and everything that made me happy for some dick. I traded it all, and now readers, I ask you what should I do? how do I go forward from here? Can I even begin to salvage things between my soon to be exhusband and myself? Can I heal his relationship with our daughter? She was always a daddy's girl, and now she's so lost without him. I... I don't know what to do anymore.