Over a year ago, I went to my first big party and ended up getting pretty smashed... while I was borderline blacking out, a guy kissed me. I pushed him away, told him that I have a boyfriend and walked (er... stumbled) away.
I love my boyfriend more than anything but I feel completely guilty because cheating is the last thing I want to do, and although I feel like I did the right thing (especially while so drunk) not telling him when I should have is haunting me.
But I'm too scared to lose him because he's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Guess it could have been worse, eh?
Category Betrayal
