#heating

How could you do that to me?" I repeat. I don´t have to itemize. He knows what I speak of. Eventually N produces three answers, in this order: 1. "Because I am a complete rotter." I silently agree, but it´s a cop-out: I have maggots, therefore I am dead. 2. "I was stressed at work and unhappy and we were always fighting...and you know I was just crazy..." I cut him off, saying, "You don´t get to be crazy. You did exactly what you chose to do." Which is true, he did. It is what he has always done. He therefore seems slightly puzzled at the need for further diagnosis, which may explain his third response: 3. "I don´t know." This, I feel instinctively, is the correct answer. How can I stay angry with him for being what he is? I was, after all, his wife, and I chose him. No coincidences, that´s what Freud said. None. Ever. I wipe my eyes on my sleeve and walk toward the truck, saying to his general direction, "Fine. At least now I know: You don´t know." I stop and turn around and fire one more question: a bullet demanding attention in the moment it enters the skin and spreads outward, an important bullet that must be acknowledged. "What did you feel?" After a lengthy pause, he answers. "I felt nothing." And that, I realize too late, was not the whole truth, but was a valid part of the truth. Oh, and welcome to the Serengeti. That too. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

Attraction The whites of his eyes pull me like moons. He smiles. I believe his face. Already my body slips down in the chair: I recline on my side, offering peeled grapes. I can taste his tongue in my mouth whenever he speaks. I suspect he lies. But my body oils itself loose. When he gets up to fix a drink my legs like derricks hoist me off the seat. I am thirsty, it seams. Already I see the seduction far off in the distance like a large tree dwarfed by a rise in the road. I put away objections as quietly as quilts. Already I explain to myself how marriages are broken-- accidentally, like arms or legs. ↗

— Enid Shomer

#cheating #desire #infidelity #marriage #poetry

Dependability, integrity, the characteristic of never knowingly doing anything wrong, that you would never cheat anyone, that you would give everybody a fair deal. Character is a sort of an all-inclusive thing. If a man has character, everyone has confidence in him. ↗

— Omar Nelson Bradley

#integrity #cheating

Unbelievable. After what just happened between us no, I don’t have any right. None at all. We’re barely a couple. We’re not even sleeping together. I have to-" What in God’s name are you babbling about?" "You’re cheating on me!" "I never cheat. ↗

— Jennifer Rardin

#vayl #cheating

Chocolate is not cheating! After a salty meal, you need a little bit of sweet. This is living, not cheating. ↗

— Ali Landry

#bit #cheating #chocolate #little #little bit

I'm angry when we have to use state dollars to fill holes in our low-income heating assistance program because there isn't enough support from Washington. ↗

— Jodi Rell

#assistance #because #dollars #enough #fill

Art, whose honesty must work through artifice, cannot avoid cheating truth. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#artifice #avoid #cannot #cheating #honesty

I would prefer even to fail with honor than win by cheating. ↗

— Sophocles

#even #fail #honor #i #prefer

The file clanked against me, my stupid idea nobody would have gotten had I ever done it. You even wouldn't have gotten it, Ed, I thought, watching her go. It's why we broke up, so here it is. Ed, how could you? ↗

— Daniel Handler

#broke-up #cheating #anger

I was very happy in both my marriages. I was unfaithful and so were they, just like any other normal couple. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#divorce #faithfulness #inspirational #love #marriage