The Tangled Web of My Married Girlfriend

When you’re young, the world is your oyster. So many adventures to have and people to meet. Little did I know my first love was gonna be one of my biggest mistakes.

The signs were there. I was just too naïve and infatuated with her so I stayed.

When I was in my early teens I was dating this boy with whom I had a great friendship with. I’d only met his mother after around five months of being together, so he invited me to Christmas dinner with his family. Eager to meet them I agreed. Within minutes my mistake love story started.

I was greeted at the door of his family home by his father, mother, grandparents and older sister. Making my rounds to greet everyone I made my way to his sister.

She proceeded to look at me up and down and grabbed my face. Instantly she met my lips with hers in front of my boyfriend and his entire family. Pulling back in shock no one around me seemed surprised. My boyfriend himself just shrugged and looked at the floor.

Three months later I began dating his sister, Emma. He was very understanding of my curiosity and he actively pushed me towards Emma. Him and I always stayed on good terms. He even invited me to his wedding some years later (for which Emma did not receive an invitation).

Now Emma was to this day one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met and I was star struck from the moment I met her. At this time I was not the best looking. Her interest in me made me feel special and beautiful.

Her friends on the other hand did not see what she saw in me. I was tormented by her friends because they felt a girl of her beauty shouldn’t have been with the ugly duckling. The only time they didn’t bully me was when she was by my side or during the infamous sex parties.

While I was on the road to discovering my sexuality, Emma took me to her beloved sex parties. I was the youngest at 13 with the oldest being around 19. At the time I didn’t question anything because of wanting Emma’s acceptance. At these parties full of beautiful girls, including Emma’s hateful friends, I was treated like a naïve goddess. I was tended to with the upmost care. My inexperience made them want me more. Even Emma’s friends took their turns helping me explore myself. But outside of those parties I was scum on the bottom of their shoe.

Around a year of dating Emma we began to open up our relationship a little more, with boundaries of course. Emma and I had our own boyfriends while still being together. We had two rules:

1. Don’t sleep with your man. Sex was shared between her and I or the all female parties.
2. Don’t sleep with your girlfriends man. Obviously.

I should also note sleeping with anyone else was off the table. Emma and I had multiple conversations about this topic and we agreed on these terms.

I wasn’t a fan of Emma’s boyfriend Drew. To put it simply he was an ass. Him and I did not like each other. He would constantly degrade her and tell her being with a woman was disgusting, even in front of me.

My guy on the other hand, Noah, was a dreamboat. He was completely understanding of the situation and didn’t put any stress or pressure on me about anything.

It was about a year and half of dating Emma and about five months of us dating our boyfriends when Emma dropped a bombshell. She was pregnant. And to make matters worse it was Noah’s baby.

I broke it off with everyone immediately. I didn’t speak to Emma for four months. She reached out to me every single day until one day I stopped ignoring her. I was so blindly in love with her that I took her back despite her betrayal.

We continued on like before except this time no other relationships (excluding the parties). I was desperate to please her even when it should have been the other way around.

She gave birth to a healthy baby boy around five months later. At this time I was 15 about to turn 16 with Emma on the verge of 17. We continued on steady for around a year and half. I was still madly devoted to her.

One day when I was 17 and she was 19 she told me she was going on a family vacation for two weeks and I was none the wiser. When she came back with a tan and bling on her ring finger she told me the truth. She was on her honeymoon.

She went off and married Drew. Remember him? I was devastated. I broke it off again. This time I was back to her in a matter of weeks. We constantly snuck around behind Drew’s back, even though it was completely obvious. I was okay with the arrangement because I just wanted to be with her.

One day when we were rolling around in the sheets Drew walked in on us. He stared at her and I naked in his bed and quietly shook his head and shut the door. Emma got dressed and went to talk to Drew while I started to dress. She came back minutes later and simply stated Drew was gonna drive me the 45 minutes back to my house. Emma claimed she had plans and subsequently left the house, leaving me with Drew.

It was the most uncomfortable drive home I ever experienced. Neither of us said I word. Even after that I continued to see Emma. A few months later she came to my house to pick me up for a date when she confessed another secret. She was pregnant again. When we began to sneak around Drew’s back she made it very clear to me that her sex life with Drew was nonexistent. I should have known better right?

I was at my last straw. The four and half years we shared didn’t mean a damn thing to me anymore. I finally saw her for the person she was and I didn’t want to be strung along anymore.

We had a very loud argument to which I ended things. As I turned to walk back into my house she hit me. That is my ultimate deal breaker. As a child of domestic abuse I won’t tolerate it ever. This is probably the reason to this day I won’t have anything to do with her. I turned around and she proceeded to try to hit me again. Even though I’m not proud of it we fought right there on my porch. It ended with me having a busted lip and her having a broken nose. I left her on my porch and I never saw her again.

She went on to have a daughter and is still “happily” married to Drew. I hesitantly moved on but when I did she constantly reached out.

When I started to post pictures of my now husband on Instagram she lost her mind. To this day she tries to reach out to me and I proudly can say she has no hold over me anymore.

I was young when I met this beautiful girl and I was not the brightest when it came to love. I took her manipulation as love and ignored all the red flags. I am still close friends with her brother. Every time Emma put me though something he was my shoulder to cry on. I was even the one who helped him ask his now wife to marry him.

As for me I am happily married to a man I know won’t put me through this misery again. I am glad I know my worth and can spot the warning signs. As much as I hate to admit it Emma helped shape me into to strong person I am today.