My Girlfriend’s Side Guy Poured it in Her Mouth and She Swallowed it

I just read a story here about a woman saying she cheated on her husband and the husband has given her eleven questions to answer. Two years ago, I was in the shoes of that woman’s husband. She wasn’t my wife. She was my girlfriend. We had dated for a year and were planning marriage. We had fixed a date for the knocking rite and I’d already started buying the things I suspected would be on the marriage list.

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Something didn’t feel right for about a month. Her excuses didn’t make sense. I would go to her place and she wouldn’t be there. It was always difficult for her to explain where she was. I would wake up late at dawn and see her online on WhatsApp.

She came to me one day smelling like a stranger. The perfume on her smelled like it was called “Oud De Cheating.” It was so masculine it began hurting my nose. I asked where she got the perfume from and she said she visited her sister and used her perfume. No woman would buy that scent for herself.

So I investigated. One night she didn’t sleep at her place. I was there all night until the morning arrived. She didn’t come home. Meanwhile, she had sent me goodnight messages and kisses before sleeping. I stayed around the area until I saw her going inside her room. A few minutes later, I followed. She was tapping on her phone when I got in. I snatched the phone and ran with it.

She chased me like an Olympian but I was faster. My finger was on the screen so it didn’t go off and request a password. She was texting the man she spent the night with. She was asking if the man poured it inside her. The man asked, “Don’t you want to have my baby?” She answered, “Unless you put a ring on my finger.”

I broke down totally but I loved her so much all I wanted was to forgive her. We talked about it for days. I wanted to know everything. I felt maybe I was the one who fell short somewhere in the relationship so she sought fulfillment elsewhere. I asked how many times they had done it. I asked if the man’s ‘load’ was bigger than mine. I asked if she loved him. I asked what the man did that I wasn’t doing.

I asked any question that came to mind and she answered. I don’t know if she was being honest with me but the answers were sweet and sour. The sour ones made me feel so small but I knew healing would come since I was determined to forgive. Every answer she gave, she followed it with an apology and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

One night I asked her, “So tell me, what’s the craziest thing you did with him that you haven’t done with me?” She looked deep in my eyes and said, “Why don’t you stop asking these questions? Don’t the answers hurt you?” I insisted. I told her it was making me learn to do better.

She was quiet for a while and said, “One day in his car, we were going oral when he poured it in my mouth. I swallowed it.”

When she mentioned ‘swallow’ my Adam’s apple went up and down, like I was swallowing invisible food. Maybe it was my shame I swallowed, because that day I told myself, “I can’t. No, I shouldn’t forgive all these noises in the name of love. The mouth that I kiss is swallowing things from the street?”

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I didn’t talk again until the next morning when I saw her off. The knocking rite didn’t happen. The love died. The marriage plans got burned. Reading the story this morning reminded me of my own situation so I asked myself, “Why do we want to know all that when the answers don’t make us any better?” So Claudia, either walk away or lie. Whatever you say would one day be used against you at the divorce court.

—Pieroo

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