I'm The Nicest Guy, But......I'll cheat on you, first chance I get. I've been cheating on the women in my life since before they were women (and before I was a man). I cheated on the "love of my life" in high school. But hell, even before that there were probably indications I was a cheater. I remember getting a phone call one evening when I was in the fourth grade. Tammy and Karen were both in my mixed 4th/5th grade class. They were both in the fifth grade, but the three of us were friends. One evening, Tammy calls me (it's weird for me now to think of myself getting a phone call in the 4th grade, at night, let alone for what Tammy was about to ask me). She tells me that both she and Karen "like" me, and which one did I like more? Thinking back, it was a presumptuous (and wholly accurate) thing to assume I'd like one of them at all, but I told her that of course it was her. So for several days after that, Tammy was my girlfriend (until I mucked it up as only a 4th grade boy can do). But the truth is, had it been Karen on the phone that evening asking me the same question, I would have chosen her instead. I was just so tickled that two girls were interested in me, I'd have chosen whomever was asking. And that's where I'm at now. Here I am, 37 years old, with a wife and a 1-year old son, and I've been having an affair off and on for 7 years. But it's worse than that; I've been screwing anything that'll have me for roughly that same amount of time. I've even had "emotional", ongoing relationships with several of the women I've been with. My wife knows, and we've separated several times. Most recently, we separated two weeks or so ago, after she found out I was still seeing the most recent - and arguably the most significant - of the "other women". I should point out we were driving home from the airport, wife my, son, and I, on our way back from my mother's funeral, when this all came out. Yeah, I know. I'm a douchebag. So I moved out of our apartment that day, and moved right in with my "mistress", whom I told I intended to make my....something. She said wife, but I'm not sure I ever actually agreed to that. No matter, though; it all blew up in my face tonight when my actual wife found out I was still screwing my "mistress" while still spending time with her and my son. So now I'm sitting in my empty, 1BR apartment, feeling sorry for myself and more than a little apprehensive about what tomorrow will bring. I'm also afraid my "mistress" will try to undermine my job security by ratting me out with my bosses for my affair. And I'm afraid my wife has actually quit on me, and on us. And finally, I'm afraid I'll never change, and that I'll be alone until I die. I wish I were back in the 4th grade.
NiceCheater 36-40 10 Responses 0 Dec 17, 2012