I Traveled Nearly 5,000 KM to See My Girlfriend Fucking Someone Else

I met a girl on Instagram years ago. She was a teenage girl, 1 year older than me. She was from a poor family and not in a good financial condition. Her education stopped after high school.

I had a lot of free time, so I approached her and she accepted me. She was so good at the start. Even though I had smoked only once in my life, she would teach me about it like my mom. We started falling in love and became obsessed with each other.

After a few months, she got a job in an MNC with a salary of 16k PHP. That's good for her and for her family condition. It was like she finally had something to do, and she finally cracked it. I was extremely proud of her at that time, and even now I am.

But she had to work 12 hours, and her travel time took 6 hours a day, so it was like an 18-hour job. But she had one rest day in a week, so she managed it. I loved her struggle for her family and everything she was doing for them.

I just became obsessed with everything about her. Even when she was tired, she would sometimes sleep in front of the camera while we were on call, and I would just stay there. We called daily. We ate online together, watched movies, and talked for 15 hours or even more on her rest day.

Soon we became extremely close. We became intimate too, and I loved the trust she had in me. Even if I didn't have much interest sometimes, she always did. I still loved the way she trusted me and wanted me around daily. Sometimes we would just stay on call or show each other ourselves even when we were tired or didn't have time. It felt like we couldn't live without each other.

Everything seemed so fine.

But in between, I was stressed because she was older than me. I felt like she would leave me if I didn't have a high-paying job. I was still an IT student, so I felt that if I studied, it would be easy to get a good job.

My stress decreased because she supported me so much. She would tell me that even if we were poor, it was fine, and that I could do this. She would say that even if we didn't marry, it was fine, and that we could just live together. She was like, she just couldn't live without me even for a second.

Soon things got hard.

She had money from her job, while I was just a student. Maybe she realized that I couldn't marry her so early and that she would have to wait years until we were at least 25.

But I always said that once college ended, I would be there to meet her.

Things were still running fine. We fought always, but we always fixed it. It was like I was the one always fixing it, and then we would love each other even more after fixing things.

Days went over days. We were in love.

We had each other's accounts. I always read her chats because I didn't chat with anyone except her. She didn't read mine because I basically didn't talk to anyone.

Many things happened during that time.

I made a beautiful website for her just because her mobile had low storage, so she could upload photos to the website and see them whenever she wanted.

She had one health problem. It wasn't that serious, like some teeth issue. I didn't have any problem with that, but she thought I would lose interest in her because of it. I told her it wasn't like that. I even started saving money for her teeth without telling her a single thing.

Soon we had been together for nearly one year.

But after she had a little freedom, she started losing interest in me. We were still together, but we were fighting a lot at the end of the relationship. We fixed things sometimes and we were still close, but it was becoming more and more stressful.

It was so stressful because I had to manage my college and my family things too. I live alone in the city, so it became very hard for me. But still, I kept choosing her over and over without thinking about anything else.

Then suddenly, during one fight, she said, "I don't settle for less."

That hurt me so much.

I asked her what she meant by that. From that sentence, I kept asking her what she meant, but she never explained it. Somehow we became fine again and stayed together.

Days went by.

We fought, and it became harder for me to fix things.

Later, during another fight, we didn't talk for 2 days. I was opening her account daily and texting her every minute, but she wasn't responding.

I went to sleep, and after sleeping I suddenly woke up and opened her account.

I found out that in her company group they were talking about her crush.

I asked her about it. I called her a cheater and said many things because I wanted an explanation.

She didn't explain it to me.

We just kept fighting.

She said, "Why do you have my account? You will post my private photos or videos."

I said, "Tell me about your crush. I'm just asking you."

I kept repeating that.

She said no and kept saying I would post it.

I said, "If you tell me the truth, I won't do anything. If you don't tell me anything, I don't know what I'll do."

Although I didn't have any intention of doing that. I just wanted her to tell me about her crush.

She wouldn't say anything.

She changed her account because I had her account. I had her email and everything on my mobile, and I could log in, but I logged out because she said I wasn't giving her privacy.

Days went over and over.

She said I was blackmailing her.

I said I wasn't blackmailing her. I was just asking and saying I didn't know what was happening.

Even she said she would send my nude to all my followers. But I didn't actually believe she would do that, and I didn't have any intention of doing anything to her either.

We loved each other.

I kept saying, "We built this relationship for this?"

She said, "I don't know."

I was just saying sorry daily.

She would block me daily, and I would create a new account just to tell her sorry and ask her to fix things.

I did this nearly every day for a month. I was making 1000s of accounts just to tell her sorry.

She would call me so many things, like "PUTA" and other things in Tagalog.

I was extremely drained.

I kept lowering my self-respect every day just to say sorry and fix the relationship.

I kept telling her I would come to meet her in real life.

She would say, "Come here to me," because she knew I didn't have money as a student to come there.

But I said I was coming, whatever happened.

My passport took 3 days.

After my passport came, I decided to take a flight because I wanted to meet her in real life. It was visa-free for an Indian, so I booked an urgent flight. It cost me less because of the layover, but the journey was around 21 hours with a layover in Vietnam.

I told her I was coming, but I didn't tell her everything clearly.

I reached Manila somehow.

I bought a fucking SIM, rented a bike, and went to her province.

I had one friend there for accommodation, so I stayed there and rested for a day.

I had already learned how to track her mobile before going there because I am in cybersecurity, so for me it was easy. I had already managed that stuff before I even went there.

The next day, I tracked her device and went to her village.

I saw her walking inside.

I saw her go inside a café.

I waited a little outside, but then I decided to go inside.

And what I saw was her with another guy.

He was clicking her pictures.

They were laughing over and over.

I just got stuck there for a moment.

A girl who couldn't live without me, who had access to everything on my mobile and who I had shared basically everything with, was sitting with another guy after only some days.

I didn't want to make a scene.

I just came outside and tried to stabilize myself.

I couldn't even walk properly, but I could manage the bike without gear, so I drove straight to my friend's house.

I cancelled my return flight and booked another one for the next day with a very long layover.

I couldn't even sleep that day. My friend somehow managed to make me eat something.

And I kept thinking about everything.

Even before this, if I followed some girl by mistake, she would get mad at me, fight with me, and cry so much. She would always say that if I ever cheated, I should block her from everywhere and not tell her because she could never handle it.

I'm not a stupid.

We were so in love. We talked about mature things and about our future. We talked about everything.

That's why this hurts so fucking much.

I travelled nearly 5,000 km from India to the Philippines to meet her.

I did all of this without even telling my parents.

And in the end, I saw her in a café with another guy, he was clicking her pictures, and she was extremely happy.

At the end, I feel like my mistake was choosing a girl over and over and over again, every single day, above anything else.

Even though her family, her status, and everything about our situations didn't match, I never let her feel that.

I always made her feel superior while I was just a normal guy.

I chose her again and again because I genuinely believed we could make it.

Now I have landed safely in India without my parents knowing anything.

But it still hurts.

That image of him clicking her picture while she was so fucking happy is still stuck in my head.

I still have 10k+ photos of her and so many memories on my phone. I don't even know what the fuck I'm supposed to do with all of them now.

If you came here before, I just want to make it clear that this is a real story. I only used GPT for grammar correction because my English isn't perfect and I didn't want the post to look so unprofessional.