The cheating cycle

I am of the notion that every cheating woman was made that way by a cheating man. (I can sense many men rolling their eyes at me right now but give me a minute, I am not done). Every cheating woman was initially cheated on and this resulted in her cheating on the next man or the men that crossed her path. What being cheated on does is that it makes one feel insecure about themselves, their ability to love and be loved, it makes one wonder “what is wrong with them??” This results in a subconscious need to prove themselves in love and punish the male species.

Every cheating woman was made that way by a cheating man BUT every cheating man (except for those living in the closet who occasionally come out for a breath of fresh air) cheats with a WOMAN. In as much as we choose to blame the cheating cycle on men and their inability to be faithful, we women have also played our part.Inadvertently, we women do this to ourselves. We are responsible for fuelling the cheating cycles which hurt US!!!! 

If every woman could respect herself enough not to date another woman’s man, who would these men cheat with?? Of course there is your professional cheat who will never let out that he is with another, that’s another scenario all together. I am talking about sisters who knowingly take what is not theirs.

I was recently unfortunate enough to witness the below conversation between two women who dated the same man

Woman 1: How could you date him when you knew of my existence?

Woman 2: We are different, I am the kind of girl who can date another girl man, you are not.

WOW!!!!! B A Baracus (from the A Team) would say “I pity the fool”. That in my opinion is a indication of utter and pitiful lack of self-respect. That one can boldly declare that they can knowingly settle for second place. Woman 2 sat there confidently with her chest in the air and a smug smile on her face, looking like she is in control but what that poor girl needs is a hug!!!! Because she is sad and broken and she doesn’t even know it.

Ohhh well, this is just my opinion….

I doubt we are going to change, the cancer has spread all the way through. Unless we hold a convention for all the women in the world and explain this very simply but complex paradigm.

Today I sign off with Maroon 5’s Payphone (sad love songs seem more real than happy ones)

I've wasted my nights,
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed,
Still stuck in that time,
When we called it love,
But even the sun sets in paradise

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

If "Happy Ever After" did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
 All those fairy tales are full of sh**
[Album:] One more stupid love song, I'll be sick

(please note my intentional use of the word WE because I too am a woman with faults of her own)