“It’s the easiest thing to let go, but it’s the hardest thing to hold on.”
- Simon Le Bon
I noticed recently an outspread of cheating husbands. Some of them are public figures so their affairs are debated in the newspapers – both tabloids and serious publications.
Others are the subject of some tacky TV reality shows.
And I started to wonder: why do men cheat?
I’ve always despised women that get tired to fight for their relationship – that get tired to support their partner, to pay him compliments, to encourage him in his endeavors.
But what to do when there’s no reason at home for him to leave hunting for fresh pussy?
And he is not able to admit to anyone, least to himself that he’s just aroused and flattered by the attention of a different woman. She doesn’t need to be younger, smarter, nor prettier. Just different. He needs the thrill of chase, the victory of the trophy. His brain is completely shut off and his dick makes the calls.
And than there are his rationalizations toward the mistress: „my wife doesn’t understand me. She just wants me at her call 24/7 and that’s it. I have to meet all her needs and she bugs me with household chores and her problems. What about me? Does she care what I need? With you it’s different. We connect on a different level.”
Of course they cannot admit to themselves it’s just pure animal attraction. No way! They have to have a “connection”. Yeah right! Between their mindless dick and a new pussy there is!
Than the shit hits the fan. The wife finds out. In different ways: either he just leaves home, or he treats her so miserable that she starts sniffing around, or he carelessly leaves a trail of proofs.
I love the saying “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. Need I say more?
