Showing posts with label cheating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheating. Show all posts

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Why We Cheat!

Infidelity!  It's painful no matter whom it is happening to.  Women feel it.  Men feel it.  And the betrayal of such acts can shake any foundation to it's core and just level it completely.


If you've ever been "cheated" on you then know the array of emotions which flood through your pores like a damn bursting.  You feel it on every level.  It causes intense damage to the one being betrayed.

Many people make the bold statment, "If I ever found out my partner were cheating on me I'd be out the door in a heartbeat. That would be IT!"  Funny how how those same people end up eating their shoes when it does happen.

When you find your partner has been unfaithful, you would think your first reaction would be to leave, or tell them to leave, and normally, this does happen, but it's not without a great deal of angst.  What I mean by this is you have no idea how you will react until this actually does happen to you.

When you love someone with your whole heart, and you trust them explicitly, and you believe the two of you are happy, but you find they have been unfaithful, you go through so many vast emotions your head spins.

Let's run through some of them; disbelief; shock; anger; sadness; insecurity; shame; worthlessness; pain; sorrow; mistrust; inadequacy; fear; jealousy; envy; indignation; numbness; defeat; denial; longing....

Now imagine feeling ALL of those feelings at once, or one right after the other. It's a rollercoaster of emotion, and it consumes your mind and every fiber of your being.


How it starts

There you are. The two of you.  Work, money, children, day to day stresses have piled up.  There was a time you would both turn to one another for comfort and support, you'd bond through difficult times.  But, now, with so much piled on each one's shoulders (She: taking care of the home, children, working outside of the home.  He: Carrying the bulk of the finances, losing himself in his work, not wanting to open up and talk) you've found you've grown apart.  You both feel it, but you both ignore it hoping it's just a phase.  You turn to your friends or family and they all tell you, "This is marriage. Peaks and valleys" and they are right, but it needs to be addressed, not accepted.

Growing apart is horrible. It's lonely and isolating, and usually it happens when people shut down.  Now, I am not a male-basher, but, suffice it to say, I do find men shut down first.  We women want to address it, we attempt to, but we're either rebuffed or blown off, or worse, we're called paranoid or insecure.  NO! We're not! We feel it. We feel it long before men do, and we KNOW where it is going to lead.

When issues are not addressed and resolved, what happens is they pile up.  Communication breaks down.  We are no longer relating intimately. Over time, and with enough issues mounting, we then fall into a pattern of survival of fittest.  Who can outwait who.  Who can be more silent.

We then resort to childish antics to get the attention we are screaming for. Women make dinner late or no longer save a plate in the oven for her overworked husband.  The husband will start to leave the toilet seat up, leave his clothes laying about, or "forget" to kiss her goodbye before leaving for work.  It's a passive aggressive tactic to get negative attention.  You would wonder why someone would want negative attention. Well, the truth is, any attention is wanted whether it be good or bad, it's still attention.

Women then shift into the role of "nag". We start to complain about the toilet seat, while he shuts down and rolls his eyes, ignoring her and escaping into ESPN.  And before you know it, it's now hit the bedroom. 

The bedroom. The one place where no matter how bad the fight, or how much stress has hit you, it was the ONE place that seemed unaffected.  Or was it really?  Do not make the mistake of thinking because you're still having sex that you're still "making love" because you are not.  Sometimes, most times, couples still continue to have sex even when things are falling apart as a way of being close, having that intimacy, or, well, probably, for sexual gratification and release. It does not mean all is right with the marriage just because you have engaged in some crazy, monkey sex. It means that desire is still there, but for what reasons? What has ignited this?  Women seem to feel sex will bring the couple closer. But a great portion of the time a woman, after sex with her estranged or non-present husband, will actually feel much worse.  She'll feel more ignored. And usually this is when she wants to discuss it.  The time for a serious discussion about the marriage should never be done in place of pillow talk. The last thing a man wants to hear after sex is, "What are you thinking?"  This annoys EVERY MAN...so ladies, don't do it.

Now, the two have grown apart. They are barely engaged in conversation any longer other than talk about the bills, the kids, the family reunion next month, etc.  The intimacy is non-existent, and both are lost in their own world.  Men have shut down. Women have become obsessed and/or insecure about their spouses love.  It's just a breeding ground for infidelity on BOTH parts.

Women are more apt to suspect their partners of cheating. In fact, it's the FIRST thing we suspect when communication and sex breaks down.  Men, eh, a little slower on the uptake. Call it ego, arrogance or ignorance, they simply cannot imagine their wives having desires outside of the marriage.  They become clueless.


Why men cheat!

Okay, I admit it, there are those men who like "variety".  These men are the ones that can have the perfect spouse, perfect life, little if any stress and still want to conquer women.  They are the womanizers. These men don't just hook up with various women just "because". They do it because they base their masculinity and virility on the amount of their conquests and the amount of women they've bedded.  Every single man, womanizer, who does this is suffering from insecurity.  They come off as arrogant, confidant, way too sure of themselves and pompous. This is a mask. It's to cover how truly inadequate they feel.  Remember that.

But I'm talking about the husband.  The everyday Joe who gets up, trips on the toy truck as he makes his way to the shower, goes to work in his mini van, and is cheating!  The reason why "Joe" cheats. 

A man wants to feel powerful.  He wants to feel desired. He wants to feel as though HE is the MAN and wants you to see him with unjaded eyes.  He doesn't want to be made to feel like a failure. He wants empowerment as much as women do, and he wants to know his value.

Now, in every single relationship on this planet, there comes a time when couples fall into a pattern.  I'm not saying never tell your husband he forgot to get the garbage cans, or rant when he leaves the toilet seat up. What we forget is that the person on the other end of the nagging and ranting has feelings too. Yes, even men.  I cannot tell you how many times a husband or boyfriend has come to me telling me how their woman makes them feel like a child.  Speaking to your spouse in a demeaning, condescending way always makes them feel inadequate and if done enough times, they too, start to believe they are.  They start to feel they are falling short, they are severely flawed and they shut down. Men do this constantly.

When you see your partner starting to shut down; not fighting back, not defending themselves against your critisism, not engaging in anything, it means either their spirit has been debiliatated or you've said it so many times, in so many ways, that they've tuned you out and closed down.  This is a huge warning sign!

 A man who feels "less than" will show this in his every expression.  He seems broken, or even lost. He falls silent and it's almost like a beacon to other women that this man "needs" something.  It always starts the same.  The secretary in his office asks him if he's okay, or what's wrong.  Or a customer of his notices he's no longer smiling, and offers him some lemonade and dialogue.  What the "other woman" does is focus on HIM.  She asks about his interests, she listens intently, she laughs at his jokes.  The other woman is making him FEEL important!  THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENS.  Yes, she is seeing in YOUR man all the things that you see, but isn't dealing with his indifference because he hasn't shut down on her.  He is TALKING to her.  She is LISTENING.  And BAM there it is!



Why Women Cheat!

Women never think they will cheat.  We are not built that way.  We actually don't plan on it.  Yes, you will get the occassional vicious woman who wants to get back at her man for whatever he's done, and wants to hit him where it hurts. Again, this kind of woman is also insecure and using sex as a way to mask her own feelings of inadequacy.  This is never about the man, this is about how she chooses to deal with conflict in her life. She runs from man to man in an effort to "feel" period!

I'm talking about "Sally".  The woman who is overwhelmed with working outside of the home, then sitting and helping the kids with homework while making dinner and doing 10 loads of laundry, all the while working on her business proposal for work.  The woman who's needs are severely neglected. She eats cold dinners because she's cutting everyone's meat, including her husbands, she drinks cold coffee because she was on the phone with the PTA fundraiser donating 300 cookies to the bake sale, and she collapses into bed every night only to get pawed or, worse, ravaged at 2 a.m. by her husband who is feeling sexually neglected. Sex has become yet another chore for her. Shaving her legs is 4 minutes out of her day that she just can't spare.  She's exhausted, and she's neglected. She needs help.

This woman has bitten her tongue.  And her husband thinks she's nagging about what he hasn't done around the house, but what he forgets is when it all started, his falling short with his chores, she did "ask" politely. She did "remind" him tenderly.  It's only after 4 yrs of him blowing her off and her becoming suffocated by all the duties that she has not snapped a gasket.

These women are NOT shrews.  They are tired.  They may ask you to pick up your clothes, but that is because they are busy doing 40 other things that men seem to think get miraculously done by some mythological fairy who waves a wand and POOF the laundry is folded, ironed, hung up, or placed in drawers.  Sally is tired.  And yes, she is sexually frustrated too.

She daydreams.  She use to be a rebel.  It doesn't help that her husband has pointed out how she is "no fun" any more.  It angers her when he reminds her of how "wild" she use to be.  She remembers, trust me.  She remembers vividly. But she is now a wife, a mother, an employee and she has to be responsible.  No one knows better than Sally that she is no longer Sally. She is running on auto pilot.  She is ignored, neglected and just dismissed.  She is catering to everyone's needs and with whatever energy Sally has left, she finds time to bathe if she's lucky.  So when her husband stops with the compliments, and stops with the nuzzling, and resorts to indifference and silence, Sally becomes more withdrawn, and more angry, and her luster has tarnished.  And THIS is Sally's breeding ground for disaster!

This is when the contractor building her husband's deck, or the electrician fixing the blown fuse steps in.  He smiles at her. He compliments her.  He shows her a little attention.  And what is tragic and very sad is THAT is all it takes, a LITTLE attention.  You'll  notice Sally starts to wear lipstick when the contractor is coming over.  She leans against the wall talking to him about his work. She's showing interest in what he does, and he, in turn, is making her feel desired again. They exchange glances and you notice Sally found the time to shave her legs again...uh uh...look out!  She's buying nicer lingerie. She is humming while folding laundry, and she's no longer nagging her husband.  She doesn't nag any longer because she's floating on cloud 9 and sexually satisfied and those mundane annoyance no longer really annoy her. SHE DOESN'T CARE ANYMORE!

Cheating happens with both men and women.  It's not isolated to men only.  It doesn't mean they are a bad person.  Cheating is NOT the reason your marriage/relationship fell apart, it is a SYMPTOM that the relationship is falling apart.  It's something that happens when someone in the marriage is not having their needs fulfilled or they are feeling inadequate, insecure or undesired.  It's a symptom of feeling unappreciated and taken for granted.  It happens when blame is put on the other person, or not addressing issues in a respectful way.  It happens when all communication has resorted to fighting and name calling.  It's when you forget you LOVE the person and become their opponent.  Cheating happens when someone feels they are wrong all the time. 

It's important to understand men and women BOTH need to feel appreciated.  Both parties need to be seen as people, the people you fell in love with.  Not a paycheck, not a maid, not a room-mate.

It's important to have time to yourselves, away from the house, away from the kids. It's important to reconnect, and it's imperative you address this before the fighting, or worse, the silence sets in!


Why he left you for me!

Why He Left You For Me….(fictional tale of a mistress, don't anyone think this is me lol)




First off, I am NOT a home-wrecker, nor am I a whore. I’m not white trash, nor am I a drunk, drug addict or tramp. I did not steal your husband. I am his mistress, yes…but, most importantly, I am who you were when he fell in love with you. My, oh, my, how you’ve changed. You don’t see it, do you? Seriously? Well, then, let me outline it for you.



I smile when he comes through the door. I light up like the fourth of July. Here he is. This beautiful man walking through the door is here to see me! I run to him and wrap my body around him and kiss him passionately. Just his chest pressed against mine makes my heart beat faster, and my palms sweat. I tell him how I ache for him and how he’s the most handsome, most powerful, and most important man in the world. He feels like a god when I whisper this in his ear. And he calls me his baby. I’m in heaven.



Do remember when YOU use to do that? You would run out to the garage before he even got out of the car and waiting, anxiously, for him to exit. You weren’t in the house fuming because he didn’t take the dog out before work. Those hugs and kisses you once gave him upon his arrival home have now been replaced with you nagging about how he didn’t bring the garbage cans in, before you’ve even said hello. Remember when you were actually happy to see him, and expressed this, and he, in turn, greeted you the same way? Remember how that made you feel?



As he sits on my couch clicking through the sports stations, I say nothing. I have no desire to watch TV, he can watch what he pleases, just his being in the same room is enough for me. If he’s happy, I’m happy. I can watch TV later. I throw my legs over his and curl up next to him and let him educate me on what a quarterback is, or how many homeruns were hit in 1812. He likes to share his interests with me, and I like to hear what interests him. It may not be my cup of tea, but my “knit one, pearl two” conversation isn’t his cup of tea either, but he listens to it. It’s give and take, and he’s only too happy to give and receive.



Remember when he sat with you at the vet’s office when you’re dog was sick. He hugged you and comforted you, and even sat up with you all night until the dog was better? Remember how you sat with him all night when he was worried about cut-backs at work and you listened as he vented, trying to soothe him, and telling him it didn’t matter, as long as you had each other, and empowering him telling him he was too good for that job anyway. Now, when he worries, all you seem to do is worry about the money and not about how he feels about it. You make it worse by hounding him and then chastising him for not making more money, and stressing him out even more, leaving him feeling like a failure when you tell him you won’t support him if he loses the job, and he better find another one.



After watching the game, I then start dinner. I make his favorite, that fabulous Rib-Eye steak and loads of mashed potatoes smothered in gravy. He devours it as if it’s his last meal. I don’t nag him about his cholesterol level. I don’t remind him he’s not 22 anymore and point out how he’s getting soft around the middle. I don’t tell him to go brush his teeth because the onions are foul. He is perfection in my eyes. Remember when he was perfection in yours?



He starts to talk about the mountain of debt he’s under and how worried he is in this economy. I listen. I rub his shoulders and his neck, and remind him of how successful he is, and how everything happens for a reason. I remind him he is a great provider and money isn’t the most important thing in the world. I teach him how to see value in life, and love and I show him by leading him to the bedroom…



Remember when you made love together because desire was so strong you didn’t care where you were, or who might catch you? Remember when you shaved your legs and wore sexy lingerie. But he made the mistake of telling you how cute you look wearing his old shirt to bed and haven’t stopped wearing it since, and abandoned all black lace, and silky baby-dolls, other than on special occasions. Remember when you cared how you looked? Remember when you’d snuggle up to him in bed, but now “it’s too hot” and your wayyyy over on your own side? I know…I know…You have kids, right? Well, guess what..so do I.



As I said, I’m not the vixen you think I am. I am just like you were at one time. I am the woman that adores this man. I am the woman you were that appreciates him, makes him feel wanted and powerful. I am the woman you use to be who listens to him and pleases him, and he in turn pleases me. I comfort him. I soothe him. I give him gratification. And, he aches for me.



You want to know who I really am? I’m the woman who lost her husband to a woman who did all the things I once did…I’m just like you!


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WHY SHE LEFT YOU FOR ME!

Women cheat too, and I'm just the lucky bastard that saw what she needed and slipped in right under your radar.  It didn't take much.  All I had to do was appreciate her.  I am the man that you WISH you could be, the man you once were when you first started courting her.  I've learned that I should always compliment my woman, and give her that attention she needs.  Because if I keep taking my girl for granted, there will be some guy, some player, some lonely man who see's her value and snags her from me.

I'm the guy who recognizes she got her hair cut and colored and I'm the one telling her how she looks amazing.  I notice when she isn't smiling and I ask her why, and I listen to her reason, then comfort and soothe her.  Remember when you did that? Remember when seeing her cry broke YOUR heart?  Remember how she lit up when you gave her that teddy bear you won for her at the carnival. She still has it, ya know.  She still remembers those days and while you lay sleeping, another night of ignoring her, she stares at you and wonders what happened, why you lost interest.  She blames herself.  Did you know that?  She blames aging as the culprit, or her own sexual prowess.  Your ignorance is making her feel insecure. 

I'm the guy that makes HER dinner, AND does the dishes.  I smile as she eats, knowing she feels pampered and catered to.  I slip a gift under her napkin.  An old silver locket she had been looking at when we visited a flea market. She never said she wanted it, but when she held it, she told me her grandmother had bought her one just like it and she lost it during 7th grade summer camp.  I listened. I watched her face, and her eyes well up as she stared at that locket.  I want her happy.  I bought it.  She wears it now all the time, not caring if you see it, but knowing you wouldn't notice it even if you did.  You're so stupid she could tell you that you bought it for her years ago, and you'd never remember anyway. That's how much YOU pay attention to your woman.

I light a fire and we snuggle together, and I kiss her.  I kiss her for hours, running my fingers through her hair. Of course I desire her, but she loves to kiss, and I'm not going to rush this moment.  I'm going to savor every second with this amazing woman before she has to leave me to go home to you.  Remember when you use to kiss her passionately?  When was the last time?  When was the last time you held your woman, kissed her, caressed her and didn't expect sex?  When did you stop wanting to seduce this beauty and just go in for the instant gratification?  Can you even recall?

We then make love.  I know each spot that touches her senses and makes her respond.  I know how to please her as I don't only listen to her needs, but I'm in tune with her body.  I'm connected.  You disconnected a long time ago.  She melts to my touch, and to be honest, I'm not the best lover at all, and I'm not an adonis by any means, when you meet me you'll wonder if your girl is on crack, but...she see's me as an adonis because I'm good to her.  That's all a woman really wants. She wants to feel desired, loved, appreciated and valued.  It's not really all that physical with us, it's emotional.  And a smart man knows that for a woman to have great sex, she has to be engaged with her mind.  The greatest sexual organ is the brain, remember that for your NEXT wife, dude.

I'm the man that walks her to her car and watches her drive off, standing in the rain or even the snow, and I insist she text me when she gets home to make sure she arrived safely.  Not you. You're already asleep and smiling because that nag was out of the house, but if you only knew what she was doing, you wouldn't be so smug. 

She climbs in bed next to you, wearing MY t-shirt....MY locket...and doens't bother to shower my scent off of her body.  She wants it to envelope her. She wants to get caught. She wants out. She wants to be with me. She slips into a deep sleep, dreaming of our next encounter and she smiles upon waking when she rolls over, grabs her cell and I text her, "I miss you"....That's who I am!