So I have this girl, right, and she's a $exy Spanish mamasita with golden brown skin, long black hair that nestles at the swell of her back, bright blue eyes and a smile that just melts your heart. She's been my one and only for six years (SIX YEARS!) and has seen me through the murder of my dad, my mountain bike accident and the club fight that left me with a broken hand.
This is the girl I was gonna marry - the one who was gonna give me little McFrosts all over our dream house. I was gonna propose to her next year on Valentines Day but now I'm uncertain.
For years I've been hearing rumors that she has been cheating on me with not one, or even three, but five guys! That's like one for every occasion! I, of course, denied it and she did too. For one thing, my girl would never do that to me because she knows she has me on lock down. I can't so much as talk to another girl for more than three minutes (no kidding); if I do as such, she would either yell at me for hours on end, accusing me of sleeping with her, or put me to sleep on the couch of our apartment. So the notion that my future wife was cheating, seeing as I was banned from female interaction, was pish posh!
I work as a journalist for a local paper and my wifey is some big time law major at university. So during my lunch break I get a call from my best friend Whitney citing the unthinkable:
"Sarah is at a bar with him!"
I didn't want to believe it, but low and behold Whitney pulls up right there at the deli with the phone to her ear.
"Yeah she is, and I'm gonna show you!"
So I, my heart twanging with doubt and expectation, hop in and arrive at the bar fifteen minutes later. There, at the very front, beneath a shed, with a martini in hand, and him on her lips, was my Sarah!
Perhaps I should've cried, raged like a nerd or something diplomatic, but at that very moment I didn't care to take the high road. I jumped out, ran to them, yanked her away and proceeded to beat the guy with over six years worth of lies. I know I was wrong to take it out on him, but sometimes men can seduce girls, right? Or is it the other way around?
Well, later that night when we got home, we had a big argument about it. I finally broke down there and then - something to the effect of :"SIX YEARS SARAH! AND YOU DO ME LIKE THIS?!" She was begging me not to leave her, saying it was only just a thing and nothing more. But I dunno. If you could so easily cheat on me with this bloke, what about the five others you've supposedly slept with?
I dunno what to do. It hurts to look at her and every attempt she makes to touch me or speak to me is met with a swift turn the other way. I've loved her exclusively for six whole years, but she's been cheating on me with five different guys. Now I know why those dudes on the block laugh when we walk by. I feel like a fool.
If you've loved someone for years, but found out they've been cheating on you, what would you do?