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Dedicated to your stories and ideas. A website by Thought. Never cheat on someone that is good to you. Karma is a bitch.
No woman could love a cheater and not pay the price for it. Next to hurting my family, cheating on me is the worst thing someone could do. Fuck You for cheating on me.
Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand.
Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional.
These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater.
And you killed it when its back was turned. But I would beat him up. I know where all of his sports injuries are. The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones. They erode our strength, our self-esteem, our very foundation. Betrayal was what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but also by, as I once believed, a true friend.
When people cheat in any arena, they diminish themselves—they threaten their own self-esteem and their relationships with others by undermining the trust they have in their ability to succeed and in their ability to be true.
The more people rationalize cheating, the more it becomes a culture of dishonesty. And that can become a vicious, downward cycle.