I’m dating a f*ckboy, I think I love him more this way.

My man and I have been together for five years. We’ve had the biggest hell of a roller coaster together. He’s chested, id cry. I’d yell, he’d yell. I’d get drunk and spew out hate. But if all this didn’t happen between us we wouldn’t have found ourselves. We were able to let each other see the worst part of us and still come out to love each other strongly. The passion is alive. Our sex is usually amazing. If someone doesn’t complete the job Were fine finding other ways to finish it. I just think that there is too much judgement on exactly why people cheat. People who don’t cheat sometimes feel like they want to. Only now are cheaters being brought to the surface because of social media. What about all the women who had to guess and assume their significant others were cheating because they didn’t have “Stacey” on Facebook saying she’d been with her man? People can feel attraction towards other people and love other people. But who you share your heart and soul with... that’s who gets to see all of you.