My mom came home the other day and told me that a friend of ours is getting divorced. It was a bit of a shock to us. Like most marriages seem to outsiders, things were good. They had been married for about 15 years.
The reason they are getting divorced is because he cheated. With his secretary.
It’s always the secretary.
She confronted the secretary; she admitted and apologized because she never meant for this to happen, but she told the wife other things that the husband has not, such as it is still going on.

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The husband wants to work things out, but the secretary says they are still having an affair, so the wife has already started the divorce process.
I’m sad for her, but I am more sad for her 4 kids.
I am the product of divorce and the cause for that divorce is multiple affairs. My father couldn’t keep his pants on. He was caught once and my mom forgave him. He was stupid enough to bring one of the bimbos to our house when my mom was visiting her parents. The neighbors saw and told her. Second time caught and that was the end.
I was 4 when they divorced.
Because of their divorce, and the reason for their divorce, I’ve always been apprehensive about the thought of marriage. Until I was in my mid-twenties, I flat out refused to ever get married.
Who wants to set themselves up for that kind of pain?
Not me, that’s for sure.
Then I started seeing friends and family enter marriages that appeared to be strong and healthy.
My sister and my brother-in-law were a good fit from the beginning. Though he can annoy me at times, I think he is a good guy and I don’t think he would cheat on my sister. Despite the fact that he has many similarities to my father, I think he is a better man than my father ever was.
Plus, he has had his life threatened, prior to their wedding, if he ever hurt her. I think he knows us well enough to believe we would follow through.
Then one of my best friends got married around the same time. They seemed to be a perfect match too. Their relationship, combined with my sister’s, made me start to think maybe the idea of marriage wasn’t so bad. Maybe there are men that are honest and good.
Then, he left without explanation. She pointed out phone numbers she didn’t recognize and I called all unknown numbers until we determined he was cheating. He is still with that woman over 6 years later.
It worked out okay for her in the end as she is married and has 2 kids now, but I saw it tear her apart.
And I began doubting the male species once again.
My other best friend married a few years later. I met her husband and fell in love with him. Not the way she fell in love with him, but I fell in love with the kind of man he is.
I adore him. He’s a good ole boy from Louisiana. The fact that he is from New Orleans (my favorite place) was enough for me to like him before I even met him, but his character blew me away.
I have a penchant for southern boys. Probably because my grandpa was a good ole southern boy. There is just a level of respect and loyalty that often comes with southern men. From what I know of him and the man he is, I really don’t believe he would ever cheat on her.
However, there have been others whom I never thought would be the type to cheat. Men that seem to adore or even worship their wives. Men that love their wives and would never leave them yet, some of them have no qualms cheating. I have been surprised many times by men I never thought would cheat only later to find out that he cheated and/or they are divorcing.
It makes me wonder if all men cheat.
I have heard the bull cocky about the animal instinct to spread their seed or the inability for humans to be monogamous. I don’t buy that. Yet all around me, there is evidence of men who cannot seem to control themselves.
I understand that in most cases, there was some obvious issue in the marriage that created an unhappy atmosphere, which caused him to stray. Even so, the man should be a man and say so making an attempt to resolve that issue.
So, I ask, do all men cheat and only some get caught?
It makes me wonder if I should even consider marriage anymore. I don’t know if I could handle that kind of betrayal.

