My manipulative girlfriend pulled a cheating prank on me on my birthday.
I came home early from work expecting maybe a cake or dinner. Instead, I opened the door to find my girlfriend Emma making out with some guy on our kitchen counter. My stomach dropped. I actually felt dizzy.
She saw me and immediately pulled away laughing. "Babe, relax! It's just Marcus from improv class. We're practicing a scene." The guy waved at me like we were old friends. I just stood there frozen while Emma kept explaining how realistic their chemistry needed to be for their performance next week.
I didn't say anything. I just walked to our bedroom and started packing a bag. That's when she got serious and followed me in. "Oh my god, you're actually mad? It's literally acting. You're being insecure right now."
I told her I was staying at my brother's. She rolled her eyes and said I was ruining my own birthday over nothing. Marcus eventually left looking uncomfortable.
The next day, I got a call from Emma's best friend Jess. She asked if I was okay and said Emma told everyone I freaked out over her rehearsing. But then Jess said something that made my blood run cold. "Wait, Emma's not even in an improv class. She quit that like six months ago."
I hung up and texted Emma one question: "What's the name of the play you're rehearsing for?"
Three dots appeared and disappeared for five minutes. Then: "We need to talk."
I never responded.
Instead, I blocked her number and started going through everything in my head from the past few months. All those late nights she said she was at rehearsal. The way she'd come home smelling like cologne that wasn't mine. How she'd started password-protecting her phone after three years of us having an open-device policy.
My brother Jake let me crash at his place indefinitely. He'd never liked Emma, always said she had a way of twisting things to make herself the victim. I used to defend her, thought he just didn't understand her sense of humor. Now I was seeing everything clearly for the first time.
Emma showed up at Jake's apartment two days later. I watched from the window as Jake turned her away at the door. She was crying, saying it was all a misunderstanding, that she could explain everything. Jake just shook his head and closed the door.
She started texting from different numbers. First it was apologies. Then anger. Then back to apologies. She said Marcus was just a friend and she thought it would be funny to prank me. That she wanted to see my reaction because I never showed enough emotion. She said I was cold and distant and she needed to know I actually cared.
That last part really got me. She'd manipulated me, probably cheated on me, definitely lied to me for months, and somehow she was framing it as my fault for not being emotional enough. It was so perfectly Emma that I almost laughed.
I started going to therapy. My therapist helped me see patterns I'd been ignoring for our entire two-year relationship. How Emma would do something hurtful, then make me feel guilty for being hurt. How she'd push boundaries and call me controlling when I objected. How she isolated me from friends she deemed "bad influences" while keeping her own social circle completely separate from me.
Jess reached out again a week later. She apologized for not saying something sooner. Apparently, Emma had been seeing Marcus for at least three months. Jess had suspected but Emma convinced her it was just a close friendship. Other friends had seen them together at bars across town, acting very much like a couple.
The improv class story was something Emma had been workshopping for a while, Jess said. She'd mentioned wanting to use it as an excuse to introduce Marcus to me eventually, to normalize his presence in her life. The birthday incident wasn't planned—I'd just come home at the wrong time, and Emma had panicked and used her prepared cover story.
What kind of person does that? What kind of person plans out their lies in advance, workshops their cover stories with the person they're cheating with?
I finally unblocked Emma's number three weeks later, not to respond but to send one final message: "I hope Marcus enjoys the show. You two deserve each other."
She replied immediately: "You're going to regret this. No one else will ever put up with you like I did."
I blocked her again and smiled. My therapist was right. The trash really does take itself out sometimes. You just have to let it go.
Jake ordered pizza that night and we played video games until 2 AM like we used to before Emma decided my brother was a bad influence. It felt like breathing fresh air after being underwater for two years.
I never did get my birthday cake that year. But I got something better—I got myself back.
I came home early from work expecting maybe a cake or dinner. Instead, I opened the door to find my girlfriend Emma making out with some guy on our kitchen counter. My stomach dropped. I actually felt dizzy.
She saw me and immediately pulled away laughing. "Babe, relax! It's just Marcus from improv class. We're practicing a scene." The guy waved at me like we were old friends. I just stood there frozen while Emma kept explaining how realistic their chemistry needed to be for their performance next week.
I didn't say anything. I just walked to our bedroom and started packing a bag. That's when she got serious and followed me in. "Oh my god, you're actually mad? It's literally acting. You're being insecure right now."
I told her I was staying at my brother's. She rolled her eyes and said I was ruining my own birthday over nothing. Marcus eventually left looking uncomfortable.
The next day, I got a call from Emma's best friend Jess. She asked if I was okay and said Emma told everyone I freaked out over her rehearsing. But then Jess said something that made my blood run cold. "Wait, Emma's not even in an improv class. She quit that like six months ago."
I hung up and texted Emma one question: "What's the name of the play you're rehearsing for?"
Three dots appeared and disappeared for five minutes. Then: "We need to talk."
I never responded.
Instead, I blocked her number and started going through everything in my head from the past few months. All those late nights she said she was at rehearsal. The way she'd come home smelling like cologne that wasn't mine. How she'd started password-protecting her phone after three years of us having an open-device policy.
My brother Jake let me crash at his place indefinitely. He'd never liked Emma, always said she had a way of twisting things to make herself the victim. I used to defend her, thought he just didn't understand her sense of humor. Now I was seeing everything clearly for the first time.
Emma showed up at Jake's apartment two days later. I watched from the window as Jake turned her away at the door. She was crying, saying it was all a misunderstanding, that she could explain everything. Jake just shook his head and closed the door.
She started texting from different numbers. First it was apologies. Then anger. Then back to apologies. She said Marcus was just a friend and she thought it would be funny to prank me. That she wanted to see my reaction because I never showed enough emotion. She said I was cold and distant and she needed to know I actually cared.
That last part really got me. She'd manipulated me, probably cheated on me, definitely lied to me for months, and somehow she was framing it as my fault for not being emotional enough. It was so perfectly Emma that I almost laughed.
I started going to therapy. My therapist helped me see patterns I'd been ignoring for our entire two-year relationship. How Emma would do something hurtful, then make me feel guilty for being hurt. How she'd push boundaries and call me controlling when I objected. How she isolated me from friends she deemed "bad influences" while keeping her own social circle completely separate from me.
Jess reached out again a week later. She apologized for not saying something sooner. Apparently, Emma had been seeing Marcus for at least three months. Jess had suspected but Emma convinced her it was just a close friendship. Other friends had seen them together at bars across town, acting very much like a couple.
The improv class story was something Emma had been workshopping for a while, Jess said. She'd mentioned wanting to use it as an excuse to introduce Marcus to me eventually, to normalize his presence in her life. The birthday incident wasn't planned—I'd just come home at the wrong time, and Emma had panicked and used her prepared cover story.
What kind of person does that? What kind of person plans out their lies in advance, workshops their cover stories with the person they're cheating with?
I finally unblocked Emma's number three weeks later, not to respond but to send one final message: "I hope Marcus enjoys the show. You two deserve each other."
She replied immediately: "You're going to regret this. No one else will ever put up with you like I did."
I blocked her again and smiled. My therapist was right. The trash really does take itself out sometimes. You just have to let it go.
Jake ordered pizza that night and we played video games until 2 AM like we used to before Emma decided my brother was a bad influence. It felt like breathing fresh air after being underwater for two years.
I never did get my birthday cake that year. But I got something better—I got myself back.
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