Gingerbreadspice · F
I’ve been in two triangles but neither times was it a partner of mine. The last one was two coworkers where the woman liked the man but man liked me and she didn’t like it but she was a married woman anyway. That to me is getting a bit emotional affair ish.
Adogslife · 61-69, M
She knew about the real one. I don’t do fake.
Causing harm without intent seems kinda f’ed up.
Causing harm without intent seems kinda f’ed up.
GoFish ·
Imaginary you mean?
HumanEarth · F
Yep, I have caught this person emotional affair with their alts. Here their story. I've change the names to protect the real peraon. But we all know who this crazy bastard is
They logged in as Luna, Rex, Echo, and a dozen other alts. See none of them supposed to know about each other, until an outsider caught the thread. It was @HootyTheNightOwl and @NerdyPotato the great detectives, is the masters of deduction
By day they were Sam, laughing at brunch; by night they crafted Echo, who knew the fears Sam never voiced. Echo flirted with Rex, then accused Luna; Rex denied, Luna retaliated. The alts traded kisses and knives, orchestrated apologies and staged betrayals. It was until a curious stranger saved screenshots and stepped in.
When the partner saw the tangled chats and hidden logins, something broke. Sam watched the evidence scroll and felt it click: they'd been cheating with themselves. The thrill that once filled the late night feeds curdled into shame.
They shut down the accounts. They sat across from their partner with one face and one voice, telling the truth without scripts. It was raw, small, and brutally honest. There was no alts to soften or spin the story.
In the quiet aftermath, Sam mapped the needs Echo had fed, tge validation, escape, someone to hold the darkness, and began to name healthier ways to meet them. Rebuilding wasn't dramatic; it was a series of tiny promises kept. That transparency, patience, therapy when the words tangled.
The war of selves faded. Sam kept only one login now, one life to repair, learning that the ache of being seen honestly hurt more at first but healed truer than any chorus of lies ever could.
They logged in as Luna, Rex, Echo, and a dozen other alts. See none of them supposed to know about each other, until an outsider caught the thread. It was @HootyTheNightOwl and @NerdyPotato the great detectives, is the masters of deduction
By day they were Sam, laughing at brunch; by night they crafted Echo, who knew the fears Sam never voiced. Echo flirted with Rex, then accused Luna; Rex denied, Luna retaliated. The alts traded kisses and knives, orchestrated apologies and staged betrayals. It was until a curious stranger saved screenshots and stepped in.
When the partner saw the tangled chats and hidden logins, something broke. Sam watched the evidence scroll and felt it click: they'd been cheating with themselves. The thrill that once filled the late night feeds curdled into shame.
They shut down the accounts. They sat across from their partner with one face and one voice, telling the truth without scripts. It was raw, small, and brutally honest. There was no alts to soften or spin the story.
In the quiet aftermath, Sam mapped the needs Echo had fed, tge validation, escape, someone to hold the darkness, and began to name healthier ways to meet them. Rebuilding wasn't dramatic; it was a series of tiny promises kept. That transparency, patience, therapy when the words tangled.
The war of selves faded. Sam kept only one login now, one life to repair, learning that the ache of being seen honestly hurt more at first but healed truer than any chorus of lies ever could.
LordShadowfire · 46-50, M
@HumanEarth I say this without any judgment for anyone, but this is exactly why I cannot have an online relationship with anybody. You don't know who you're dealing with.
HumanEarth · F
Exactly, even though my story is made up for just for entertainment. But there are real crazies out there
Fertilization · 36-40, F
What’s that?
Yes
lissah · 36-40, F
No
LordShadowfire · 46-50, M