Updated: May 28
If you somehow found out that your man was cheating on you, would you stay? If so, how many chances would you give him? Well some of ya'll reading this will probably pass judgement on what I'm about to say but my man has been cheating on me for months. It was just a matter of time before I caught him in the act. I didn't have solid proof but a woman knows. I use to get really upset about it but then I finally arrived at a point where as long as he's not bringing that mess around me I'll let it go. The bills are paid and life is otherwise good so I suppose I should be thankful for that at least. But lately it feels like he just doesn't care if I know or not. He's getting messy with it.
He came home about 15 minutes late the other night smelling like fish. Then I noticed a reddish-orange smudge on his mouth and shirt. Wow. He really had the balls to come home like that? I didn't say anything but I definitely noticed. He barely said hello as he rushed to get into the shower. When he got out I asked him if he was hungry and he said no. He said he had something on the way home and claimed that's why he was late. Yeah right. You know one clue that most woman don't pick up on is that a cheating man is a nervous man. A stressed out man. They seem to be doing a good job of holding it together but at some point, especially once they begin to think you're close to finding out about their dirty little secret, they get bubble guts. You know what gives it away? Gas. Oh yes. Because they're so nervous they become gassy and sometimes they make extra trips to the bathroom late at night. It got so bad last night that I had to go sleep in the other room.
But today something happened. I finally caught him cheating after all this time. I was right. Deep inside I always knew it but to walk in and see him in the act was devastating. I felt so betrayed. I came home and heard noises down in the basement. It was like, "mmmmm, yessss. I like that". Then I heard sucking noises. Almost like the sound of sucking fingers or...Well anyway, I knew exactly what I was hearing. My heart began to beat fast with anxiety and anticipation of what I was about to see. I quietly walked down to to his "man-cave". I started to smell that fish scent again and as I stepped down on the last step I caught him red-handed (literally) with.....
A bag of Cheetos, a box of oatmeal cakes and a fish sandwich from McDonalds. He also had other junk food stashed under his Xbox One. I couldn't believe it. I trusted him. He promised to stay true to me. He promised to stick with our diet! This entire time I've been struggling to lose this weight. He assured me that we'd do this together. I'd ask him what he had for lunch at work and he'd say a small salad. LIES! All LIES! Then he had the nerve to give me the look of shame if I even said the word "chocolate cake".
We've been together 20 years. No infidelity, no drama, no disrespect of any kind. We're best friends but I don't know if I can still trust him after this. I'm feeling a little betrayed.
I'd like to dedicate this blog to my nosy readers. Thanks for being a good sport 😉 Yours in music! - sb