. I Hate That This Bothers Me, But My Girlfriend’s Past Is Eating Me Alive

I Hate That This Bothers Me, But My Girlfriend’s Past Is Eating Me Alive

I don't know if this is the right place to share this but I hope to get answers. How do I cope with my girlfriend’s high body count? 
I have been having trouble recently trying to deal with my partner’s past
I whispered, my voice barely audible. "No," John quickly said. I could see the
desperation in his eyes. "What I feel for you now is real. I didn't expect to fall in love with you when I was hired." I backed away from him, my mind was racing. "You have been spying on me this entire time? You were reporting everything back to my husband?" He nodded slowly. The guilt was written all across his face. "I'm sorry. But you have to believe me. I do want to be with you, I will tell him you aren't seeing anyone. We can start together fresh." His words were hollow. John wasn't real. He was a hired hand of my husbands suspicions. This affair was supposed to be my escape. And the worst part is I walked right into
it.
I am 27 years old and have been dating my 25 years old girlfriend for over a year, and honestly it has been amazing. She's attentive, gives me reassurance, tells me she loves me every chance she gets, and never invalidates my feelings. Our conversations are engaging, we always try our best to communicate our issues and resolve problems in a way that let us both meet in the middle, and our intimate life is really good. All of this and a lot more. On paper, she is the perfect person and partner but unfortunately, I have met a bit of a speed bump as of late that I could really use some advice.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. "No," John quickly said. I could see the
desperation in his eyes. "What I feel for you now is real. I didn't expect to fall in love with you when I was hired." I backed away from him, my mind was racing. "You have been spying on me this entire time? You were reporting everything back to my husband?" He nodded slowly. The guilt was written all across his face. "I'm sorry. But you have to believe me. I do want to be with you, I will tell him you aren't seeing anyone. We can start together fresh." His words were hollow. John wasn't real. He was a hired hand of my husbands suspicions. This affair was supposed to be my escape. And the worst part is I walked right into
it.

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