Five simple words that can cut down on all the emotional bullshit. It’s so uncomplicated that it can’t be misunderstood. Instead, most cheaters prefer to sweep their bad behavior under the carpet, and, when the crap starts to smell … and you know it will … they will deal with it.

BUT NOT BEFORE THEN.

I rationalized that L-O-V-E must be a mental disorder.

Love made me believe all the excuses as to why he didn’t come home last night. Love made sense of all the untruths. Love made me realize that I would swallow my own pride so I can keep him a day longer in my life. Love made me a gullible moron that I couldn’t think straight.

So, who made L-O-V-E complicated? Them or me? Rather than uttering these five simple words “Honey, I’m cheating on you” and be man enough to let me go so I can find my destiny, I got these …..

I’M MOVING OUT WITH A FRIEND
Right. And your roommate happens to be this gorgeous pocket venus living with you in a one bedroom apartment.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME
This gives you the right to cheat on me?

I JUST NEED A BREAK. GIVE ME TWO MONTHS
And, engaged to someone else in three.

In reflection of my younger years, I realize now that I didn’t have it too bad. Others had it worse.

Elizabeth Edwards, wife of John Edwards, was cheated on while she was fighting for her life from breast cancer. Shaqira (not the singer) was offered by her husband to get out of town to de-stress at a spa in Switzerland while he played house with his mistress and their three children. Stan brought his mistress home hoping that his wife Amy would accept her as the “second wife”. Janet left Tom after fifteen years of marriage and told everyone that she had an affair because he might be gay. Ivana Trump’s never going to be lucky in love and the media is never going to forget that her new beau cheated on her on live tv while filming “Survivor in Honduras”. A San Sebastian woman passed off her two children by her lover as “artificial insemination” and her husband had no clue for almost thirty years.

Sad things can happen to good people sometimes. Rotten cheaters just need to be disposed of before they make you delusional like this woman ….

“My husband was brave, I think, in answering all my questions, which sometimes verged on the prurient. He did not do it in the spirit of a confessional, but instead with a respect for my need to know. I believe it was precisely his lack of cowardice that contributed to the survival of the marriage … I wanted to know more than just the facts. I wanted to know all there was to know about this woman who said in her nauseating baby-doll voice (I know it was baby-doll because he let me listen to one of her infinite number of gasping messages) that she didn’t want to break up his family … I wanted to know her name, age, address, nationality, her job, her hair colour, her clothes, her vital statistics (whether or not she was thinner than me), her family circumstances, the lot. My choice … She wasn’t so beautiful and stimulating and high-powered … She may have been nearly 20 years younger than me, and thinner, but she never made him laugh like I did and every word she wrote or uttered was pretentious and humourless nonsense. ” – Claire, Diary of a Marriage, TimesOnLine

Don’t ever get past the point of no return that you begin to think that THIS is okay. BECAUSE IT ISN’T.

Confessional from the Imaginary Diva Diaries on IDCheaters.com

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