Diaries of a Cuckold

"I always win." That was my cocky attitude.

But that all disappeared when my wife's strange behavior started to nag at me.

We've always been open and honest with each other. I've shared things with her that I'd never share with any one else. We were supposed to be soulmates and spend the rest of our lives together, so I felt safe and secure. I opened up. I loved. I gave her my everything. I cried in front of her when our daughter was born. I melted when our son was born. I opened every piece of my soul I removed all filters, all blocks, all walls. We were supposed to be together forever.

Nope. Not anymore. As soon as I watched her go into that hotel room with HIM, I knew it was over. As soon as I realized that she was about to fuck him, again, I felt it all collapse.

I panicked. I freaked. My entire perfect (stressful) life flashed before my eyes. I had lost everything in a single moment.

I became a cuckold.

My wife was off fucking another man, and I watched her do it. My life was over. Our lives were over. Our kids, our house, our lives, our entire everything was destroyed because of her greed. She had taken every single piece of me as a person, as a MAN, and destroyed it with her desire for another.

That's what I thought, "I always win." I'm in my early-30s, successful, lots of friends and family, a great career path ahead of me, a house, cars, kids, good looking (tho I've gained a few pounds after the kids). Hell, from the outside, I've got it all. And to me, I always win. It might take some time, but in the end, I always win.