I moved to California years ago with my then boyfriend. he was a stud in college - Latin and super ripped with a huge cock. we moved to chase the dream together and made our way to Los Angeles. I had a more employable background than him, so I got a day job while he bounced from one job to the next.

fast forward 5 years and we get married. my career is going really well while he struggled, so I ended up covering for the majority of our bills.

about 1.5 years into our marriage, he came clean about cheating, saying while I was at work, it was a “revolving door on the apartment” and “couldn’t count the amount of times [he] cheated.” dozens of men that fucked him raw in our bed. sometimes I passed them in the building while they were finishing up.

naturally I was upset enough at the time to divorce him, but now that I reflect on it, I’m so thankful. anyone would and should cheat on me. it’s what I deserve, and I never would have realized without his help.