On Cheating… October 21, 2008
Posted by monica in rants..., sadness.Tags: cheating
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I’ve heard of stories of boyfriends or husbands cheating on their partners and each time, they don’t fail to anger me. Yesterday was no different. But something about it affected me more than any other; it was somewhat strange because I have no interaction with the people involved.
The rest of my day became a drag after that infidelity narration. It was so frustrating and even got me teary-eyed. I mean, what the heck! What are with those guys, who think they have balls and all, but are not man enough to end a relationship first before they go seeing other women? What’s with the hiding? And worst, what’s with the denial?
And even after being married to the woman for more than half of his existence, he can’t even give due respect enough to tell her that he wants out. And so he goes on sneaking behind her back.
If you think that cheating adds weight to your empty personality, please cut the stupid fantasy! What it really gives you is nothing more than a dirty-useless-a**hole look. You were of no important use to us before, and now you are even way lower than a pus-sucking leech.
And don’t even let me get started on the women’s part in this whole cheating process. What are inside these women’s heads when they decide to get into a relationship with a committed man? How dare they do these things to their own kind?
It saddens me knowing all these stories, some about the people I care for, even if I’m not in their place. And that’s actually the point! I know some of these women whom I have nothing but praises for, and yet this is what they get. So what makes me different or the rest out there from them? Is it normal that at some point in a relationship, cheating will happen?
Don’t get me wrong, I am in a very wonderful relationship with the most loyal and respectful man I’ve met, but you just can’t easily disregard these thoughts when all the while they keep coming back to you.
It’s hard to fight the urge of questioning things. It makes me feel sick. It pushes me to cynicism.
I know that having a relationship takes a lot of effort and that both should do their parts in keeping it tight and working. It is a risk and nobody can ever tell if it’s going to end up the way we want it to happen. There is no real security, because even a marriage is a lifetime work in progress. But along the way, no matter what happens, no matter what shortcomings the other person has, it would never be right to cheat, not in a million years.
So to the guys who have cheated and made my friends cry: may karma find its way to you and may you be happy as hell!