Iam writing an essay and i need . on friday september 7 at 8 p. m, it was a normal friday night football game, it was sprinkling out, pretty cold, and humid. the stadium bleachers where cold and wet. the scoreboard was 7 to 4, of course the wildcats where winning with 3 points ahead of the other team. later on that night my boyfriend, dillion cunningham and i got into an argument because i found out he was cheating on me. he of course didn't know how i found out and i tend to keep it that way. we were in a steady argument for a while and i was trying to get him to tell me why he didn't just break up with me. of course he wouldn't budge so i had to do something about it, but i didn't know what to do. i didn't want to stop arguing because i knew if i would stop he would have thought he had won the ongoing battle. i am really mad, upset, cold, and wet so things didn't die down. i'm mad because he was cheating on me with a girl who has tried to fight me, run me over with her car, and get me kicked of the bus at school. dillion see's nothing wrong with it, so yes i am upset, i just wish he would have just broken up with me like a normal boyfriend would and not have lied to me about it. dillion has no regret on cheating on me because he thought i was lying to him and trying to hide how i truly felt about him. dillion thought cheating on a girl was the most effective and easiest way to break up with a girl. he not once thought about the other girls feelings. i understand why he felt the way he did. he was feeling like i was being secretive and distant from him. i was not opening up to him and sharing how i truly felt about other problems we have had before. i now have learned that keeping secrets from you boyfriend is not always a good thing. keeping your distance is not the best idea, and also i learned that i have to open up about my feelings and trust that my boyfriend will me and be there for me when i am in need, and i will do the same for him. that is my story about being in someone else's shoes.

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On Friday, September 7 at 8 P.M, it was a normal Friday night football game, it was sprinkling out and the weather was cold and humid. The stadium bleachers were also cold and wet. The scoreboard was 7 to 4. Of course, the Wildcats were winning by 3 points.

Later on that night my boyfriend, Dillion Cunningham, and I got into an argument because I found out he was cheating on me. He, obviously, didn't know how I found out and I intend to keep it that way. We were in a steady argument for a while and I was trying to get him to tell me why he didn't just break up with me. He wouldn't budge so I had to do something about it, I just didn't know what.

I didn't want to stop arguing because I knew if I would stop he would have thought he had won the ongoing battle. I am really mad, upset, cold, and wet so things didn't die down. I'm mad because he was cheating on me with a girl who has tried to fight me, run me over with her car, and get me kicked off the bus at school. Dillion sees nothing wrong with it, so yes I am upset, I just wish he would have just broken up with me like a normal boyfriend would and not have lied to me about it.

Dillion has no regret on cheating on me because he thought I was lying to him and trying to hide how I truly felt about him. Dillion thought cheating on a girl was the most effective and easiest way to break up with a girl. He did not once think about the other girl's feelings.

I understand why he felt the way he did. He was feeling like I was being secretive and distant from him. I was not opening up to him and sharing how I truly felt about other problems we have had before.

I now have learned that keeping secrets from your boyfriend is not always a good thing. Keeping your distance is not the best idea, and also I learned that I have to open up about my feelings and trust that my boyfriend will help me and be there for me when I am in need, and I will do the same for him.

Hope I helped. :)

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