How Adulterers Are the Lowest of the Low
The Haters Online
The haters.
I’ve got plenty.
I’m an adulterer.
I have enough hate mail to last a lifetime.
“You are a whore. I hope your husband leaves you penniless and alone.”
Gee thanks. So constructive.
My state is no fault so I’m likely to come out of divorce just fine, thank you. Alone but not for long. I like men’s company a bit much.
What do they hope to accomplish? I’m not sure. They think maybe I’ll get a conscience and change my ways.
Nope. Not likely. Cheating is far too entertaining.
Who are you to judge?
I’m not denying that I’m immoral and in the wrong but I don’t answer to you.
My life, my choices.
You do you.
We cheat for a variety of reasons. Some have happy marriages and still step out. Some are miserable and cheat. Others have open “don’t ask don’t tell” arrangements. A few are genuinely polyamorous. The basis could be no sex at home, not the “right” type of sex, sickness or just wanting more. We are a varied bunch. Not a single broad scope can characterize us.
Even though the haters have tried.
“You make me sick.”
“I don’t want to hear your idiotic reasoning.”
“Just leave. Get divorced.”
And I may leave, sooner rather than later. Adultery is a rest stop on the cheating highway. Maybe I will grow a pair and own my misdeeds.
Will your hateful comments cause adultery to disappear? I don’t think so. We’ve been coveting our neighbors wives/husbands for eons. Human nature is a little tough to overcome.
I think you are jealous.
You want to be me. Have the audacity to cheat and write about it.
Why is she having all the fun? Why can’t I?
And I’m sure the majority of haters are women. Judgmental bitches who don’t like to see other women happy. We all know them. Women who drag other women down. I work with women like this; they are at the gym.
“Didn’t you remember to call them back? You said you remember everything.”
“What are you doing? You look so much better!”
Passive aggressive or downright mean. Either way is just plain unacceptable.
The men might be a tad more forgiving. “She’s hot. I bet she’s hot. She’s fucking sexy. She’s getting what she wants. I wish my wife/girlfriend would do that. It’s such a turn on.”
But then again, maybe not.
“What a whore. She needs to be outed. Her husband needs to know the kind of woman he married.”
He knows who he married 22 years ago. An unabashedly sexual woman. A woman who loves erotica and porn. A woman who blew his mind. A woman who would do anything he wanted in bed.
He couldn’t satisfy me. And then it changed to he wouldn’t. His erectile dysfunction changed him, made him depressed and withdrawn.
All the counseling and talking wasn’t helping our lack of a sex life.
What did he think was going to happen?
I knew.
Temptation is a bitch. And I was Eve. I was going to eat the apple and get the dick.
The haters make my life choices crystalline. They extracted the essence. “How dare you want the security of marriage with the joy of cheating?”
Because I can. Let me repeat it for the haters in the back. Because I can.
They can hate all they want.
Hating sparks outrage and dialogue.
Maybe at some point adultery will be discussed in a rational way.
For now I’m hiding. But my haters won’t disappear.
I guarantee you.
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