How do you get a person to admit they are cheating on you?

Answer 1

• Cheating is called 'cheating' because the person doesn't want you to know they are cheating on you so they are not about to come clean if they should be cheating on you. If you want to know for sure then have a friend go with you and follow that person. You'd better be sure that they are cheating because if they aren't it will be the end of the relationship.

Answer 2

It’s been over 3 years now but that moment is still very fresh in my mind.

It was my last day of internship in Singapore that day. My parents were visiting me the next day and I was to fly back to India in a week. I was super-excited to see my parents and finally being able to go home. I didn’t have a very good personal experience in Singapore and I wanted to leave the place as soon as possible.

As always, I came back home, freshened up and sat to eat dinner while chatting with my partner on Skype. I told him I was finally relieved that I was going back and would soon see him again. We both were planning to apply to the University in Singapore for PhD in our respective fields and the excitement of living with him was unparalleled.

Soon, a message from a stranger, popped up in my Facebook messenger. It was from a woman (a friend of his, as he claimed) asking if I was in relationship with my partner. I was shocked and irritated. I shared the screen with him asking what it was all about.

I could clearly see the color of his face turning pale. He was dumbstruck. He started behaving weirdly asking me not to write to her back, that she was crazy and that I should block her. I felt something was very wrong about all of this.

That evening I was very suspicious of everything, why didn’t he want me to reply the woman, I started to think of the times when he had come home and had acted very weird, stayed out a lot late than he usually did.

I decided to do some investigations on my own because I just didn’t know what to think. I saw on here about a Private Investigator williamgolding366 at gma il .c o m to help gain access to his phone and get access to his social media. In a short while I contacted him, and I got results. I got a lot of raunchy texts to and from a lot of contacts.

Few days before the incident, I had a dream that he was cheating on me, which caused me a nervous breakdown at my hostel. And now, I was seeing that dream turn into reality.

My nightmare had just come true!

I broke down, I was inconsolable. He first tried to tell me it was just one time and that he never did it again. But I understood it was a lie anyway. The P.I told me everything and there was no question of not believing him with all the proof provided. It was evident from his confusing and manipulative reaction that he was caught red-handed and was out of ideas of making up stories.

I disconnected Skype, went to the washroom and cried the hell out of myself until my tears almost dried up. I was in there for 45 minutes. It was 3am in India, my parents were already en route to Singapore.

I called up one of my friends, she was asleep. But her mother answered the call. I couldn’t talk for a couple of seconds before breaking down again. Her mother tried to console me and even woke her daughter up. I somehow managed to tell her what happened. She had warned me before about him. In fact all my friends had warned me that he wasn’t a good person. I never paid heed to any of them.

Like the saying goes, I was seeing all the red flags through a rose colored glass. He didn’t try to call me back. All the memories kept coming back in a rush. I thought I would die. The whole world seemed to be in a blackout. The pain was unbearable.

I sat in my room, alone: pin drop silence! Soon the morning light peeped in through the curtains. I had sat there on my bed for the entire night trying to make out of what happened. I hoped that it was another nightmare which would be over in no time.

But as I turned to look at my window, I realized it was reality. I called him up and cried. I asked him how he could do this. I was desperate to get some closure which I knew I would never find from this person.

I somehow managed to freshen up and go to the lab one last time for the final paperwork. I tried my best to maintain my composure. My friends had been calling me and texting me, but I had zoned out. I couldn’t understand what was going on.

After bidding goodbye to the lab members, I headed straight to the airport. I couldn’t focus. This was the same place where I had bid him adieu a few days ago and I had a strange feeling that perhaps it was the last time I was seeing him. That was making sense to me now that I was in the airport again.

As my parents walked out and I saw my mother, I broke into tears, hugging her. Both of them were confused. But they allowed me to cry and not ask many questions.

After reaching the hotel, I told them everything that happened. There were tears in their eyes too. It broke their heart to see me like that. I had never been so helpless in my life. I was choking on life. My parents, over the remaining week, tried their best to cheer me up. But every night, I used to wake up, go to the balcony and cry secretly for hours. I couldn’t manage to show them around much and I still regret that. It was their first international trip!