Your Cheatin’ Heart
Two of my friends broke up last week. I can’t stop thinking about it. I mean, they were the super couple; you didn’t mention one name without the other. He broke up with her, and is now sleeping with their mutual friend. 9 years down the drain. God, I feel horrible for her. And I also keep thinking of both my current relationship and my first love. In August, Adam and I will have been together 9 years. Funny, it doesn’t feel that long. We’ve definitely had our hard times, but I’m glad that we’ve stuck through it. If it happened to them, what about us? Deep down, I know why I feel so bad for her. I totally understand. My first love cheated on me. Not once, but twice – that is, with two different girls. He was my best friend. We were going to get married. The first time was with someone who I thought was my friend. It was hard to get over that betrayal. Yes, overall cheating is wrong, cheating is cowardly, but when the one you are madly in love with is unfaithful, it hurts way more. It took me over two years to forgive him for breaking my heart. So I feel my friend’s pain. How can people do that? Do they even realize the agony they’ve inflicted on someone else? I mean, if you’re not happy, then get out of the relationship. Then you can see whomever you want.
There’s a selfish part of this though. I walked by their place tonight and thought of all the good times we all had together. Hanging out during the hot, sweaty New York summers drinking, laughing, eating BBQ. It’s like I lost one of my friends. I’ll see her again. But him, I don’t know. And their mutual friend…I liked her too.
Things happen for a reason. You may not see it through the tears, but you’re making room in your life for something greater.
