Jay Kast
Hidden Royalty
CATHARSIS...
Booksnrain is completely right.
There is no love in deception, promiscuity or risking your partners health.
Skip to bottom to get the TL;DR.
I say this as a man who cheated over 150+ times (150+ different women because I never stuck around for them to catch feelings, thats how I figured I would get caught if I EVER did get caught) on the same woman over a 10 yr span.
In the end, we were completely wrong for each other but thats no excuse to be dishonest. Being dishonest is not the trait of a real man and I could never call myself a real man during those times now that I look back on it.
She used to snoop through my shyt (old disabled phones, boxes of receipts and bills, etc..) and whenever she found something or got suspicious I would lie my way out of it and she'd believe me. I remember she found the back of an earring in the bed that wasnt hers and she confronted me like, "Whose is this!?" , I was halfway in the closet in our room and I quickly took the back of my earring out (I wear one) and popped back out like, "Man, I been looking for that shyt since forever- gimme that shyt!", and just snatched it and put it on my earring and wore that bytch forever- and just threw mine away. I was too quick on my feet.
There was one time I was at work and she found my old phone with my GOOGLE VOICE phone number (I always kept 2 phone numbers on the same phone so hos that called the GV # never rang or popped up, but only fam and friends had the real # which would act as normal)... she charged that bytch up and went through all the text messages and she called me screaming... I had a lie ready to go, which was going to be, "Uhh you know Mear, Ron and Heem used to use my phone all the time because they didnt have one right?", which was partly true but I, for some reason just... didnt. It was like that Leonardo Dicaprio movie 'Catch Me If You Can', where at some point he just got tired of it all- tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of lying.
So I came home and she was on the bed crying and I just spilled it all. Everything. I felt like her world had literally broke right in front of me. JESUS, that was the worst feeling I've ever felt- knowing that I was the cause of bringing someone to hell on Earth.
She tried to make it work after the hell storm but it was too fractured to put back together, too many lies were unraveled and mysteries were figured out. She would be sitting with me and think back to something I did and connect the dots in her head and just be despondent and numb. It was like a time lapse of severe depression happening in front of my eyes. There really was nothing I could do. I had stopped cheating around the same time I told her- actually the last time I cheated I just felt like a true piece of shyt, like I've never felt before and I knew at that point it just wasnt me anymore.
Ehhh ... thats enough- if anyone cared enough on the THECOLI, they'd ask.
So, TL;DR- A real man doesnt cheat, simply because its dishonest and a real man is honest at all times, with himself and with others. If you tell the truth, you will never have to remember anything.
If you cheat, you're dishonest, deceptive and risking your partners health. Basically you are a scumbag, and I mean that with the utmost disrespect.
Booksnrain is completely right.
There is no love in deception, promiscuity or risking your partners health.
Skip to bottom to get the TL;DR.
I say this as a man who cheated over 150+ times (150+ different women because I never stuck around for them to catch feelings, thats how I figured I would get caught if I EVER did get caught) on the same woman over a 10 yr span.
In the end, we were completely wrong for each other but thats no excuse to be dishonest. Being dishonest is not the trait of a real man and I could never call myself a real man during those times now that I look back on it.
She used to snoop through my shyt (old disabled phones, boxes of receipts and bills, etc..) and whenever she found something or got suspicious I would lie my way out of it and she'd believe me. I remember she found the back of an earring in the bed that wasnt hers and she confronted me like, "Whose is this!?" , I was halfway in the closet in our room and I quickly took the back of my earring out (I wear one) and popped back out like, "Man, I been looking for that shyt since forever- gimme that shyt!", and just snatched it and put it on my earring and wore that bytch forever- and just threw mine away. I was too quick on my feet.
There was one time I was at work and she found my old phone with my GOOGLE VOICE phone number (I always kept 2 phone numbers on the same phone so hos that called the GV # never rang or popped up, but only fam and friends had the real # which would act as normal)... she charged that bytch up and went through all the text messages and she called me screaming... I had a lie ready to go, which was going to be, "Uhh you know Mear, Ron and Heem used to use my phone all the time because they didnt have one right?", which was partly true but I, for some reason just... didnt. It was like that Leonardo Dicaprio movie 'Catch Me If You Can', where at some point he just got tired of it all- tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of lying.
So I came home and she was on the bed crying and I just spilled it all. Everything. I felt like her world had literally broke right in front of me. JESUS, that was the worst feeling I've ever felt- knowing that I was the cause of bringing someone to hell on Earth.
She tried to make it work after the hell storm but it was too fractured to put back together, too many lies were unraveled and mysteries were figured out. She would be sitting with me and think back to something I did and connect the dots in her head and just be despondent and numb. It was like a time lapse of severe depression happening in front of my eyes. There really was nothing I could do. I had stopped cheating around the same time I told her- actually the last time I cheated I just felt like a true piece of shyt, like I've never felt before and I knew at that point it just wasnt me anymore.
Ehhh ... thats enough- if anyone cared enough on the THECOLI, they'd ask.
So, TL;DR- A real man doesnt cheat, simply because its dishonest and a real man is honest at all times, with himself and with others. If you tell the truth, you will never have to remember anything.
If you cheat, you're dishonest, deceptive and risking your partners health. Basically you are a scumbag, and I mean that with the utmost disrespect.
she was fukkin other nikkas the whole time. 
won't you make this world a better place and bussitopen quick fast ladies¿