How people have been caught cheating
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Congratulations! You sought, you found! What's the problem?
Yup. The first convo was innocent, but she just had to go deeper.
Ppl always going to cheat. Where I work I get hit up by married woman quite often. Unfortunately its the older ones.
A few woman at my job are married to their man and are on the low lesbians. Now don't get me started on the dudes who remain king of being super grimy. They will talk about how special their wives are but the next moment they are try to hit up everything that moves.
Seems to me If you get married today, at some point you'll have to be ok with the idea of someone smashing your significant other. Believe me it goes on all the time and from what I see. It happens alot at work.
I learned of a dude in one department who just bought a house with his lady only to find out she was smashing someone at her job. She told him if you divorce me, she will be taking half.
Now don't think that crying to a judge will mean a hell of a damn in today's courts. Things are different now in the court system then they were 10 years ago. You want to know what else is different, today's married.
All this may have been happening forever but I believe it is occurring more so now. I'm no saint, but I stay away from married woman.
A few woman at my job are married to their man and are on the low lesbians. Now don't get me started on the dudes who remain king of being super grimy. They will talk about how special their wives are but the next moment they are try to hit up everything that moves.
Seems to me If you get married today, at some point you'll have to be ok with the idea of someone smashing your significant other. Believe me it goes on all the time and from what I see. It happens alot at work.
I learned of a dude in one department who just bought a house with his lady only to find out she was smashing someone at her job. She told him if you divorce me, she will be taking half.
Now don't think that crying to a judge will mean a hell of a damn in today's courts. Things are different now in the court system then they were 10 years ago. You want to know what else is different, today's married.
All this may have been happening forever but I believe it is occurring more so now. I'm no saint, but I stay away from married woman.
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She wasn’t going to let it go. Once they get a whiff, the digging gets deeper.
It’s human nature to be inquisitive — it is that ability that has allowed us to leapfrog any other species on the planet.
She still has the ring on though.
Folks want to start wars but not really think of the consequences of said wars.
You discovered infidelity: what are you going to do about it?
Just like a woman when she get a taste of good dick lol she gotta have the whole bone
I detest this eco system for this very reason. The interconnectivity will have you fucked up if you ain’t on it.
Apple is a no no for a dude if you got multiple/shared
Got into three situations with women and their men, never with my woman. But here is a story of the craziest of the three.
Wife one, some African chick on my job told me to come over to her place to smash, telling me she and her husband broke up and moved on.
What a big lie, dude came to the crib right before I took off my clothes when she told me to hide in some room, where there was nothing and no place to hide. Once in I said fuck that I am jumping out of the window, and when I went out on the 2nd story ledge (one that was high due to the very high ceiling below).
Once I got a good peep of the height I said fuck that shit, I'm not going to break my neck trying, so I stepped back through the window back into the room. The first time out the window I accidentally knocked down the curtain and rods, so I put them back in place while thinking to myself, that dude may not even be her ex-husband, as far as I knew. But then I clearly heard him say where is my son, so at that point, I knew staying in that death trap room was not an option, so I headed back out the window (this time making certain not to knock down anything). Once on the ledge I weighed my options and decided my best move should be to hang down as far as possible hoping my feet could reach the top of the brick line protruding from the first-floor window.
I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I thought I could hang down to the top of that window, then hang down further before jumping. Long story short I was in a dead man hang, and could not pull myself back up, after 2nd guessing the move, so I was then forced to jump. This is when I realized that when I jump I would also have to clear an iron gate below that had big ass spikes that can easily impale my hands or any part of my body if I am not careful.
Well, I jumped, pushing myself backward clearing the spiked gate, and landing surprisingly softly on the snow-covered ground that was soft and muddy due to the melting snow. Man after that you couldn't tell me shit, I hopped over the spiked gate that was protecting the muddy grass court, and I was out! About three days later, ol girl calls up my job to tell me her side of the story.
The husband came home and was immediately suspicious about the chain being on the door, next he went to see his son, then minutes later he noticed the bedroom that I was in was locked from the inside. This threw him into a rage where he decided to grab his hand-held camera (before smartphones) and a bat, boy I could have been the first cat on World Star lol, and before busting open the door he asked who was inside, she looked him in the eye and said nobody (scared as shit). He kicked open the door and to her surprise no one was there and the room was perfect, right down to the rod and curtain.
Dude, then apologized, grabbed a beer and proceeded to watch TV, but when he ran out of brew, he decided to go to the store to cop some more, and when he got out, he saw two big ass foot prints under his window immediately realizing that it could only come from his apartment. She told me he went back up and kicked her ass, but as it turns out they got back together, and he wound up giving her twins before breaking up with her for good. I never talked to her again, showing no sympathy towards a chick who placed my life in danger by not telling me the truth.
Every now and then I think about what would have happened if she lived higher than the 2nd floor. Now I know that no matter how good the pussy can be, it don't mean shit if you are dead trying to smash.
Wife one, some African chick on my job told me to come over to her place to smash, telling me she and her husband broke up and moved on.
What a big lie, dude came to the crib right before I took off my clothes when she told me to hide in some room, where there was nothing and no place to hide. Once in I said fuck that I am jumping out of the window, and when I went out on the 2nd story ledge (one that was high due to the very high ceiling below).
Once I got a good peep of the height I said fuck that shit, I'm not going to break my neck trying, so I stepped back through the window back into the room. The first time out the window I accidentally knocked down the curtain and rods, so I put them back in place while thinking to myself, that dude may not even be her ex-husband, as far as I knew. But then I clearly heard him say where is my son, so at that point, I knew staying in that death trap room was not an option, so I headed back out the window (this time making certain not to knock down anything). Once on the ledge I weighed my options and decided my best move should be to hang down as far as possible hoping my feet could reach the top of the brick line protruding from the first-floor window.
I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I thought I could hang down to the top of that window, then hang down further before jumping. Long story short I was in a dead man hang, and could not pull myself back up, after 2nd guessing the move, so I was then forced to jump. This is when I realized that when I jump I would also have to clear an iron gate below that had big ass spikes that can easily impale my hands or any part of my body if I am not careful.
Well, I jumped, pushing myself backward clearing the spiked gate, and landing surprisingly softly on the snow-covered ground that was soft and muddy due to the melting snow. Man after that you couldn't tell me shit, I hopped over the spiked gate that was protecting the muddy grass court, and I was out! About three days later, ol girl calls up my job to tell me her side of the story.
The husband came home and was immediately suspicious about the chain being on the door, next he went to see his son, then minutes later he noticed the bedroom that I was in was locked from the inside. This threw him into a rage where he decided to grab his hand-held camera (before smartphones) and a bat, boy I could have been the first cat on World Star lol, and before busting open the door he asked who was inside, she looked him in the eye and said nobody (scared as shit). He kicked open the door and to her surprise no one was there and the room was perfect, right down to the rod and curtain.
Dude, then apologized, grabbed a beer and proceeded to watch TV, but when he ran out of brew, he decided to go to the store to cop some more, and when he got out, he saw two big ass foot prints under his window immediately realizing that it could only come from his apartment. She told me he went back up and kicked her ass, but as it turns out they got back together, and he wound up giving her twins before breaking up with her for good. I never talked to her again, showing no sympathy towards a chick who placed my life in danger by not telling me the truth.
Every now and then I think about what would have happened if she lived higher than the 2nd floor. Now I know that no matter how good the pussy can be, it don't mean shit if you are dead trying to smash.
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