Our refusal to hold men accountable for cheating seems like an offshoot of our tendency to admonish women for being sexual—to slut shame them for the very same behavior that earns men “player” status.
The absence of a reason has been eating at me relentlessly.
Having an affair only results when one or both partners don’t realize that the intense “butterflies in your stomach” feeling that they feel initially won’t last forever.
When she sings our favorite song, the melody in her voice will remind you of me. This is how you will miss me.
“I’ve never been sorrier in my life”
eyes chasing the ceiling fan.
It doesn’t feel wrong because physically, no boundaries have been crossed. His girlfriend couldn’t possibly be mad. He wasn’t “cheating” I’d say to myself.
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Our bodies are still hard-wired with incredibly primal ancient impulses. And ‘perpetuating the species’ is one of them. It seems ‘sleeping around’ offers one hugely significant biological benefit to humans … genetic variety.
After eight rounds of hoping I will this time be good enough, I am waving my white flag. I have accepted that you will never love me.
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