Back in 2009-2010, my girlfriend in college and I were doing long distance. I met her freshman year in the dorms and she was great. When I transferred back home, she stayed at the school and we decided to do long distance. It was then that I realized I was totally and utterly unsatisfied. I loved her, no doubt, but it was brutal on me s*******, emotionally, and intimately. During the two or so years we were long distance, there were three girls I cheated on her with. I never told her, and after we broke up, we still saw each other a few times, and every time I was with her, I couldn’t help but think about the other girls I was with. I wish I felt the excitement and encouragement and fun with her that I felt with those other girls. They made me feel s***, she made me feel guilty and emasculated; as though being h**** was a sickness I just needed to get over. So there it is; I’m a cheater. She’s a great girl, and I do miss her a lot, but in the end, it needed to be done. Do I still feel guilty? Yes. But it gave me a perspective that I otherwise wouldn’t have had.