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When I was 18, my then boyfriend and I had a huge bust up and we technically *split up*.
I went out, got drunk and went home with a mutual friend.
The next day, bf came looking for me to apologise and make up. He pulled up beside me in his car and we were chatting. He asked what I had gotten up to the nite before and me being me....blurted out the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
I had just finished telling him which mutual friend I had gone home with, when who should walk around the corner and head over to say hello??....yes...the mutual friend.
Anyways, bf took me back, but the trust was gone....we made it work for a good while afterwards, but it just wasnt quite the same.
I guess for me, the cheating begins with the mind, then the other body parts and heart follow.
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