There was a time when having several women going at the same time was ‘normal’ for me. Eventually those wandering ways cost me the love of my life. I mourn her still. The hardest way possible I learned one love at a time is more than enough. B.C.
Cheating on someone who loves you
is like throwing away a diamond
to pick up a rock.
What happened to me? Why would I do something like that? I was weak, drank too much and spent the night with someone whose name I don’t remember. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I have to tell you what I did and am nearly certain I’m about to lose you. C.W.
Heaven has no rage
like love to hatred turned,
nor hell a fury
like a woman scorned.
A web of deceit came from you and I loving each other. You were unfaithful. I got even by doing the same thing. Anger grew. Animosity thrived. A stack of lies piled up while compassion for each other evaporated. We’re done my Darling. G.D.
When two people decide to get a divorce,
it isn’t a sign that they “don’t understand” one another,
but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.
Today when I felt your arms around me, my ugly world disappeared. I know it was wrong, but I just wanted you to hold me forever. How can something that feels so right be immoral? The truly wicked thing in my life is the relationship I had to go home to. R.B.
The desire to love someone always exceeds
the desire to be loved by someone
and that’s exactly why we end up loving
the person who doesn’t deserve that Love.
Even though we had both vowed our love to another, temptation overtook us. Our affair messed up everything. We got divorces to be together but our marriage failed. Why did we ever expect anything else? What we shared was founded on lies and deceit. R.W.
The truth that survives
is simply the lie
that is pleasantest to believe.
H. L. Mencken
My mind is a thousand times sorry. My soul at least twice as much. But it’s my heart that regrets uncountable times. You are ‘the one’ but I let a moments lust take me over. I cheated in a thoughtless transgression that is now my lifetime sorrow to bear. O.A.
How can one so seemingly friendly
betray all trusts and defect so readily?
How can one so high of morals
inflict only pain and dwell on sorrows?
How can one so soundly virtuous
commit heinous crimes and be so torturous?
How can one so quick with generosity
stoop so low and never bother with an apology?
How can one so reliably loyal
forsake all friendships and live in turmoil?
How can one have each and every quality
fail so blatantly and give in to frivolity?
and why did this one have to be me?
In the bubble of our love, everything was good. Anger never lasted. Disappointment evaporated quickly. Grief passed. Everything was made better because of our love. Then I cheated and messed everything up. Where joy once was is now sadness. B.J.
In truth, there are only two realities:
the one for people who are
in love or love each other,
and the one for people
who are standing outside all that.
From “The Feast of Love”
by Charles Baxter
I wonder how things might have turned out if we had met now when we are both single instead of back when we were married. The deceit and stress of our affair damned us from the start. Something good is rarely successfully built from doing what is wrong. L.K.
A love affair is like a short story;
it has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
The beginning was easy, the middle might drag,
invaded by commonplace, but the end,
instead of being decisive and well-knit
with that element of revelatory surprise
as a well-written story should be,
it usually dissipated in a succession
of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Your job took you far away to a foreign country. I did not see you for over a year. At first we talked on the phone and emailed a lot, but less and less as time passed. It never occurred to me the reason was you had someone new until you came home and told me. E.L.
‘I’m happy for you!’
is the hardest lie
to tell when
You don’t know it yet, but I saw you kissing her. It won’t work to tell me she was a friend. The embrace was between lovers or two people soon to be. When you get home tonight, I won’t be here, at least not for a few days. Not sure what happens after that. L.E.
I think you still love me,
but we can’t escape the fact
that I’m not enough for you.
I knew this was going to happen.
So I’m not blaming you for falling in love
with another woman. I’m not angry, either.
I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain.
A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine
how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.