I was at my supposedly monogamous and committed-to-me boyfriend’s house. He was fixing me lunch and we were having fun watching some movie. It was a very low key afternoon, the kind of date you have when you are poor and can’t afford to go anywhere.
Someone knocked on his front door.
It turned out to be some other woman that he had been fucking in secret, but had told me that he was sorry and it was all over. Damn! She came right to his front door while I was there with him.
I put myself in her shoes and realized that I would have done the same thing if… if… he hadn’t been honest with me and told me that he was choosing his girlfriend (me) over the slut (her). HOLY CRAP! I realized he did not break up with her! She figured it was okay to stop at his house to say “hello” because she didn’t know he was still with me! (This was pre-cellphones. If you wanted to visit friends, you had to stop by their house and ring the bell.)
Talk about being caught red-handed! What are the odds that I would be inside and she would be outside on the same day, at the same time? Naturally I went to check the back door to see if some other floozy were out there, too, but there was no-one else. Just the two of us. (Did you read the post about how he gave me a yeast infection because he had sex with me without cleaning up after sex with her? Gross! and painful.)
In this letter from the cheater, he eloquently explained his point-of-view. You’ll love it because this is what cheaters really think. They all think the same, and this is it – straight from the horse’s mouth the asses’ mouth.
My Sweet Sweet Love –
Please don’t be upset with me! Please! You wouldn’t even tell me what was wrong, I’ve been so terribly worried and depressed ever since you left this afternoon. I can only try and guess what it is I’ve done. I had absolutely no control over who came up and knocked on my door this afternoon. How can you be upset with me for that? I got rid of her as fast as I could and never even went to the door the second time. I’m sorry for not doing more, or what you wanted me to. What would you have had me do? I guess maybe the only thing I can think of that I could do different is not tell you. I won’t anymore, I had no idea you would get mad at me for something I had nothing to do with! You had no cause to get mad or punish me for that. I love you so much I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m pounding my head against a brick wall sometimes. I’m really starting to wonder if you do care about me even just a little bit. It would help me so much if you would show me or tell me every once in a while. I’m crazy about you and you’re treating me like a dog. If you want me to leave you alone or go away I wish you wouldn’t push me away or run me off so slowly and cruelly. Just tell me to get lost. If you do care then why won’t you support me and encourage me?
I Love You So Much
Is this wrong?
Let’s break it down.
And now for a shocking twist… I was once the mistress. Without using too much time on backstory, I was 17 years old and infatuated with my boss, who was 27 or 28. His wife was pregnant with their second child and he told me that they couldn’t have sex for the next 5 months. That was such a sacrifice on his part that he turned to me to satisfy his hunger for sexual release. Well, being 17 and a complete idiot, I actually imagined myself as Joan of Arc in this story. I thought it was better for him to cheat with me than to go with some other woman who might want to break up his marriage and fight for custody of his children; so my boss and I became lovers.
When his wife finally delivered the healthy baby, he wanted to keep sleeping with me; but I broke it off. I told him that that was not our agreement and it was time for him to go back to being faithful to his wife.
He said she didn’t want him to touch her and I told him that was probably because a woman knows when her man has been unfaithful. I said to give her time and their intimate relationship would go back to normal. I didn’t even understand how much damage I had caused their marriage by allowing him to use me as his mistress sex pillow. I was 17.
The man who cheated did it because he wanted to fuck someone. He brought me to his house and we had sexual intercourse in the very same bed that he shared with his wife. He used to pick me up at 4 AM and we would have sex in the woods. We had sex in the storeroom at the office. He brought his 2-year old son to visit me while his wife was shopping. Of course I did not have sex in front of the child, but I think he might have. Cheaters are very selfish people.
I learned a lot from that relationship, my first. For example, if I had a problem, I couldn’t call my boyfriend to talk about it – because he was home with his wife. If I wanted to go to the movies or to a restaurant, I couldn’t go with my boyfriend – because he was home with his wife. I couldn’t even buy him a birthday present because he would have had to explain it to his wife. I got very little from that affair but he got a lot. That is what it means to be the mistress: he will visit you for sex when he is horny and then you wait by the phone.
I can tell you that he found me online 20 years later and asked me to be his mistress again. Apparently, he had not matured or grown a pair of balls. Once a cheater, always a cheater. But I was not Joan of Arc anymore. I refused to meet him and blocked his emails, but I was sad to see that he was still not appreciative of his marriage and his wife. What a dumbass. If he put the same effort into his marriage that he put into cheating, they could have had the happiest marriage on the planet. And that is the BIG LIE that cheaters tell: It’s not my fault.
Yes, it really is.
“Lies Cheaters Tell.” is copyright © 2015 by Poorkitteh. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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