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The email sits open on his screen. Two years of silence reduced to a block of text and a string of apologies. He reads it once. Then again. No rush of adrenaline, no sudden relief. Just a kind of stillness.
This isn’t simply a story about a false accusation. It’s about how a relationship can fracture when its center shifts outward when trust, almost without anyone naming it, migrates from two people to a room full of others. A past mistake, already confessed and absorbed, becomes the easiest angle of attack. A kiss is staged. A version of events spreads faster than doubt.
What lingers isn’t only the betrayal. It’s the quiet after: the phone call instead of a face-to-face goodbye, the messages that go unanswered, the gradual shrinking of his world. And now, the unexpected return. The question hovering isn’t dramatic. It’s smaller. Whether something that once collapsed under pressure can stand differently this time.
At the center is not a cheating incident, but the strategic use of one that happened years before. He disclosed his past infidelity early in the relationship, believing transparency would build stability. Instead, that disclosure later became the most credible hook for doubt.
Her friend group people she had known since childhood grew distant, then suddenly warm. One friend initiated a forced kiss in a park and immediately reframed it as his doing. The others reinforced the story. Faced with unanimous testimony from those she trusted longest, she chose their version. The relationship ended abruptly, over the phone.
What followed unfolded quietly. He stopped dating. Ignored interest. Avoided openings. She remained embedded in the same social circle until internal conflict among them exposed the setup. Only then did she learn she had been manipulated.
Years later, she reached out with apologies and asked to meet. They did. The dynamic now is not explosive but careful two people revisiting something that once ended without full understanding, testing whether it can hold under different conditions.
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Ex [29F] who dumped me [26M] because she thought I cheated now wants to get back in touch
CONCLUDED
I am not The OOP, OOP is u/dunnowhatt0do
Ex [29F] who dumped me [26M] because she thought I cheated now wants to get back in touch
Originally posted to r/relationship_advice
TRIGGER WARNING: False accusations of infidelity, sabotage, sexual assault, betrayal
MOOD SPOILER: Horrifying but ends positive
Original Post Feb 21, 2019
So right from the start, she’s not entirely at fault here. When I was younger (19), I cheated in one of my relationships. The circumstances don’t matter, it could have been handled differently, I cheated and that’s that. Fast forward when I was 23, I met Alice. Alice was an absolute blast, I never really connected to another person like I did with her, we got serious from the 2nd time we saw each other and started dating exclusively straight away. Even though it’d been a while since my one and only time of cheating, I still felt like that was something you should disclose to anyone you’re getting serious with. I told her about it, she talked, wanted to know more in-depth about the situation, but ultimately it didn’t matter for her because in her words I was a “completely different person now”.
Here’s where the trouble starts: her friends. They were all nice with me in the beginning, but as relationship kept going on, nearing the 1 year mark, they grew kind of stand offish with me, I didn’t really feel welcome or like I was part of the group if Alice and me went out with them somewhere. Then all of a sudden that changed, they were all welcoming to me, really friendly, hanging out and physically affectionate. I’m not that way myself, but I like it when others are that way with me, it shows they care, I guess.
One day, Alice’s best friend, Samantha, asks me to hang out for a bit. Samantha was someone who was always friendly with me, even during the short period when the others weren’t. At one point, I even helped her get through her ex cheating on her, due to her knowing my past and wanting some different perspective on the matter. Anyway, I’m out with Samantha in the local park, just talking and waiting patiently to tell me what’s wrong. Instead, she plants a kiss on me, and it’s pretty intense, she grabbed me by the face and just tried to shove her tongue in my mouth. I pushed her off almost instantly. She starts saying she’s sorry, that she didn’t mean this to happen, etc. and so on, and quickly excuses herself and leaves. Meanwhile I’m completely at a loss what happened and I don’t call Alice straight away, I’m still kind of in shock. When I do end up calling Alice, I find out Samantha already called her and told her what happened, except not really. According to Samantha, I’m the one who kissed her first and started making out before she put a stop to things.
Cue a lot of drama, a lot of name-calling, a lot of begging on my part to be believed. But it didn’t work. Alice and me were history. None of the people from her group of friends are even answering my calls or messages. I just wanted to know why this all happened. I don’t get that. I don’t get answers or closures. My girlfriend didn’t believe me. She didn’t even break up with me in person, it was over a phone call. So I sunk into a depression, no surprise. Couple of friend stuck by me, helped me get through, but for more than two years now, I have avoided any chance to meet new people or if someone expressed an interest in me, I would just ignore it.
I got an email yesterday from Alice, it’s still here sitting on my screen. It starts off with a million apologies, because she found out the truth about what really happened on recently. The whole thing with Samantha was premeditated. The whole fucking friend group was in on it. They didn’t like that Alice and I were getting serious, that we were talking about moving in together after being together for less than a year. Samantha decided to be the one to kiss me, because apparently I seemingly clicked the best with her out of all of them and the cheating thing would be most believable that way. The others backed up her stories about how close we were at the group meetups. Yeah, I know, it’s so fucked up. Alice has only found out about this a week ago from one of the people who had a falling out with the rest of the group and on their way out they wanted to blow up the whole thing with every dirty little secret they had.
She tells me she hasn’t dated anyone since we broke up, she didn’t have the will to try again after our relationship, she just studied and worked and hung out with her friends. After she found out the truth, she says she cried for days, because she really did love me, even after the breakup, because a part of her couldn’t believe it happened (the cheating). She’s begging me get together with her, even if only for just some closure, just for one date where she can apologize in person. I haven’t responded yet, because I don’t know what to say. For a year or more after the break-up, I fucking dreamed of this happening, her finding out the truth, us coming back together better than ever. But now there’s nothing. My heart didn’t skip a beat, I don’t feel anxiety or anticipation of any sort that might happened due to meeting her. To put it short, I don’t know what to do.
Do I agree to her request about meeting up? And if so, do I end up giving us two a go again? I’m not sure if I could. I’m not sure if I feel anything anymore for her. My best friend says that might be me just preemptively protecting myself from more hurt, but I don’t know.
tl;dr Girlfriend was tricked into thinking I cheated on her by her best friend, and the rest of the friend group was in on it. This was believable due to one instance of cheating when I was younger. Got broken up over the phone, out of contact for more than two years now, but now the ex-girlfriend found out the truth of things and wants to meet up and talk about things with me. Do I meet up with her or do I just say ‘thank you’ for the apology and move on with my life? Do I even try to get together with her if I do end up meeting with her?
RELEVANT COMMENTS
DiscardUserAccount
OP, I think you ought to meet at least once. Give her a chance to apologize in person. See if the spark is still there. If you don’t, you will always wonder.
But, be wary. She says she’s sorry. She says she’s cut her friends off and has nothing to do with them. Well, talk is cheap. Remember, she was friends with them for years. She may be just as toxic as they are.
OOP
She may be just as toxic as they are. How do I recognize if this is true or not?
NtWEdelweiss
For starters I would check whether or not she still talks with said friendgroup. Only if she no longer speaks to them would I consider going back to her. But those are my thoughts.
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TheMocking-Bird
I’m conflicted on this. On one hand she choose to believe her collective group of friends before ever hearing your side of things. But then again if you were in a similar position and the majority of the people you trusted told you a harsh truth about your SO would you not believe them for having your back?
It’s been two years after the fact. You closed yourself off due to this, she claims to have done the same thing. Maybe that’s true, I honestly don’t know. If you feel nothing, you may consider meeting her. You don’t really have anything to lose. I might suggest something different if you weren’t so detached from dating, but seeing her might give you a sense of closure in order to either move on, or give what could have been another shot. I also suggest seeing if her claims of not seeing anyone in between are true, you were broken up so she was technically free to do her thing, but considering the circumstances of your break up, you may feel different if you choose to give it another shot and find out she lied about seeing other people.
OOP
“But then again if you were in a similar position and the majority of the people you trusted told you a harsh truth about your SO would you not believe them for having your back?”
I forgot to say that all of them are her childhood friends, people she’s known for more than 20 years. It’s not that I found her believing them over me to be implausible, I guess I just wished she’d have trusted my version of the story.
shybonobo
She is just as much of a victim as you are in this scenario. The question is whether any feelings remain after all the drama.
Update May 11, 2019 (3 months later)
I decided to give my ex-girlfriend that one meet up, for her sake. I honestly wasn’t expecting to gain anything myself from this. But I still remembered how much I cared for her, so I figured I could do this one thing and we could both move on with our lives. Meeting her in person though, that was a whole different thing. I don’t know how to describe this feeling, but it was quite like anticipation, like when you’re just expecting something to happen, and don’t know if it’s good or bad. Now that I look back on it, I know I was hoping for good.
We talked a great deal when we met and ended up staying out for hours. A great deal of it was her sincerely apologizing for not believing me and breaking up with me over the phone without even giving me a chance, but in truth, I couldn’t blame her and told her as much, since these were all people she grew up with. She didn’t really have a reason to not believe them, since they never did this sort of thing before. This was followed by some shit talking of her former friends, that was kind of nice and we ended up having a few laughs over it, even though I could tell she was sad by what happened. She’s only got two friends now, an older woman from her workplace and a girl her age from a hobby workshop. They seem to be good for her, from what she’s saying, but she admits that occasionally she misses what she had with her previous friends, if not the people themselves.
I really did end up feeling better from that one talk and when the time came to go our separate ways, she asked me if I would be open to talking with her more in the future. Alice was upfront about her hoping that there might still be something between us in the future, but she wasn’t pushy about it. Anyway, told her I wouldn’t know, but also told her to just talk when she feels like it and I might or might not reply. Exchanged numbers and that was it for the day.
Without dragging this out any further, we started dating again. Talking ended up bringing back how I used to feel about her, but I was holding back for a lot of the time and she was very patient with me. Never tried to push too much, never tried to just pick up from where we ended. It’s basically dating like we’ve never dated with each other, in some way. Not sure if I can describe it properly, English isn’t my first language. I guess it’s got that good part of where you’re getting to know someone and actually enjoying doing so. A lot of talk about trust has been had.
Just a few days back was when after a night out she invited me to her place. I knew what this was about obviously, but I wasn’t 100% sure. I guess I was just being cautious on some level. Alice seemed to sense it and let me off with some words of how I might need some rest for work in the morning, so she’d understand. I can’t really tell you how that made me feel exactly, but it – it just shows me she cared. She cares and I went up with her and it was something I really fucking missed. It’s not just two people together. It’s her and me together. So yeah, we’re together, we’re dating and we’re taking it a bit slowly, but I’m happy and she’s happy and things aregood.
tl;dr We met, talked a lot, then talked some more after that. Started dating again and I’m happy.
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There is a specific detail that refuses to dramatize itself: he stares at the apology email and feels nothing. No vindication. No surge of hope. Just a muted reaction where something louder used to live.
Before that, the escalation was practical. A kiss in a park. His hands pushing her away. A phone call in which he is told the relationship is over. Calls not returned. Invitations declined. Months passing. He doesn’t narrate it as heartbreak; he describes behavior. He stopped meeting new people. When someone showed interest, he ignored it. That was the pattern.
From her side, the calculus is different and uncomfortable. A collective voice versus one partner. Twenty years of shared history versus less than one. In that configuration, belief tilts. It doesn’t make the outcome softer, but it complicates the moment of decision. She acted quickly. She did not ask for a second version in person. That remains.
Then abruptly the ground shifts. A fracture inside the friend group. Confessions. Secrets spilling out as someone exits. The narrative she relied on collapses. She loses more than a boyfriend; she loses the scaffolding around her.
When they meet again, the temperature is lower. They talk for hours. She apologizes without defensiveness. He doesn’t weaponize the past. They laugh, briefly, about people who are no longer in their lives. Later, when she invites him upstairs and senses hesitation, she gives him an out without complaint. He goes anyway.
What re-emerges isn’t grand passion but patience. Slowness. Conversations about trust that aren’t theatrical. They date as if starting over, careful not to pretend the rupture didn’t happen.
Whether that care is enough whether independence from the old circle changes the structure underneath them is not answered outright. They say they’re happy. For now, that’s what’s observable.
