I need to hear from you other women out there. How do you do this? It’s not the getting caught that has me losing my mind, it’s the “when am I going to see him next?” making me lose it.

I woke up today with a “morning sexy” text. I’m so not into texting, but he is, so whatever. His wife is off work today and they are running errands together, so messages from him are sporadic. Most have been us ribbing each other about how sore we are from yesterdays tryst, but then he sent one that said “we’re going to make a great couple”. Again, I felt like a high schooler.  I just want to be in his arms with him kissing me right now. That’s all. Instead I am sitting by my cell phone, waiting for him to text – it’s quite maddening! I really need to work.

I’m hoping I can meet up with him tomorrow. I have an out of office client meeting (not a house wife, so don’t be fooled by the domain); keeping my fingers crossed he can meet up for some coffee before I head back. There’s also a scenic plot of land downtown I keep meaning to visit and we’re trying to find time to go together.

Really though, how do you women do it? Especially those of you who are married and dating married men? Help a sister out!

I hope around Devon is where this blog starts to take shape. He has me feeling like 16-year-old school girl, and I love it!

A few nights ago, while having sex with my husband for the first time in months, I realized that I am never going to be sexually satisfied by him. I’ve known this, and I’ve tried to force the connection, but I can’t. I’m not saying I want to stop fucking my husband, I can’t; I’m married to him. I just can’t enjoy it anymore. There’s no kissing, not intimacy – nothing – for me anyway. Yes, I cum. He’s good, but I need that spark and it’s not there.

So the next morning, I took to my computer and put out an ad looking for a “boyfriend”. While most replies were looking for a fuck (which could be nice too), I want a steady thing. A ” friends with benefits” sort of relationship. One reply really jumped out and that was Devon’s. He’s 29 and basically in the same boat. Married, one kid and wants something more than a fling. Has not intentions of leaving his wife, but wants a partner. I responded and he sent his photo. Yeah, WOW! I sent mine back thinking he’d pass and he replied back with his phone number wanting me to text him.

We ended up setting up a time to meet yesterday so I could follow him to his home. He works from home, his wife works in a professional office and the kid was at school. We got to his condo and he gently kissed me. We stood in his living room wrapped in each other, kissing for what seems like eternity. He has amazing dark hair that hangs to the back of his neck that I loved running my fingers through.

Finally he made the move to lift off my blouse and unhook my bra. Before he could pull my ‘just purchased for him’ bra, I began to unbutton his back shirt to reveal a small, soft patch of chest hair. Not one of hairy chests, I didnt mind and raked my fingers through it and it was during that my bra slipped off.

He bent down to suck on my nipples and then kissed his way back up to my mouth. Still standing in his living room, he started undoing my jeans and pulling them and my panties down in one swoop. As I went to undo his, he forwarned me he doesn’t wear underwear, so as I tugged them down, there was his HUGE cock waiting for me!

Finally he sat down on his couch and I straddled his lap, kissing and fondling each other. Oddly enough, we were talking too. Conversations ranged from us both from the same area originally to marriage. He the grabbed one of the Magnum’s I bought and proceeded to fuck me on his couch until I came. Slowing down every so often to kiss me and always making eye contact; he was very intense. After I came, he grabbed my hand and we moved up stairs to his bedroom.

I have to admit, being in he and his wife’s room was a little weird at first, but I forgot about it about 3 thrusts in. Reminding me, that he wasn’t a “5 minute” lover, I knew I was in for a long and amazing afternoon. He threw my legs up on his left shoulder and pounded away…I came almost instantly. We kept going until he finally came and I had cum again.

We layed there on his bed, my head on his chest, talking about how comfortable we were with each other, and how right it felt. Conversation drifted on to other minute things and before long he had me back on my back and was reaching for another condom.

We began doggy-style and finished spooning. I think I had 5 orgasms yesterday afternoon. Ahhh. I layed there in his arms and we just kissed each other. He kept saying how he “wanted this, wanted us”.  I wanted to fall asleep there with him, but knew that was out of the question.

We got up and went down stairs to find out clothes. He had told me he was a musician, so I followed him to his computer so he could play me samples. I stood there with my arms tight around him and him kissing my neck. Lust. Oh, how I’ve missed you!

I soon had to leave to beat my son home from school. Devon kissed me goodbye at the door and then texted me throughout the evening. I’m sunk.

Ladies, do you ever feel like it’s okay/justifiable to date and/or have sex with another woman’s siginificant other or husband and you know he’s attached? Why or why not?

Personally, I don’t think it’s ever okay for someone to date another in a committed relationship. Period.  I wouldn’t want another woman to do it to me, so I wouldn’t dream of doing it. However, I know some women would do it to me regardless, and if they do, that’s on them because I believe in karma. I also believe that if he cheats with you, he will definitely cheat on you. To me, there is no excuse. What do ya’ll think?

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Jamie

mochawriter.com

I read a very good article at The Frisky today, and I recommend everyone to read it. It provedes a lot of insight to a situation that is very taboo. That is being ‘the other woman’. When I read it there was two things in particular I wanted to address concerning this.

The name-calling. If you are ‘the other woman’, you will immediatly get titles like ’skank’, ’slag’ and of course the time-less classic, ‘home-wrecker’. And a whole dirty dictionary of other words thrown your way. It is a very difficult situation to be in. As ‘the other woman’ you may or may not be aware that you in fact are number two. I was, so no excuse there. But that does not make me a bad person. That just means I got caught up in passion and infatuation and I didn’t consider my actions. I always give money to charity, I always listen to people when they have problems, I always help my little brother out, and I always baby-sit for mye niece and nephew when needed. I always say yes to the extra shifts at work because no one else will take them, and I do the dishes and take out the trash when others are too lazy, and I drive my nan to the town if she needs to go shopping. I am a caring person, and being ‘the other woman’ does not make you a bad person. The world isn’t black and white like that. At that point all I could really think was, does nobody care that he actually cheated?? It was all like ‘awww your fiancè left you, poor you..’ Sure, there is always a reason. Some reason. But usually, men who are being left after cheating brought it on themselves. They are fully aware of their actions. I would like to say that they are in fact the home-wreckers. Self-sabotaging home-wreckers.

The other thing I wanted to type a few words about is the picking of sides. There is always a picking of sides to common friends, and it was in my situation as it might be in a lot of these situations, common friends. One of my best friends got dazed into being ‘the other woman’. It happens when you tell a girl who might not have a high opinion of herself that she’s gorgeous and tell her you love her. In the aftermath, she lost one of her best friends because of it. And he called her a liar and a skank who was obsessed. In my situation, we were this tight-knit group of friends. Or at least it felt that way. And now I haven’t spoken a word to some of them in 8 months. And believe me, that is not for lack of trying. In situation like this, I think it is very important to remember, that it really only concerns three people. Everyone else should stay out. And it is not up to anyone else but the people involved to break the news to the unknowing party, if they ever have the guts for it. I didn’t do that. It was his relationship, and I didn’t feel it was my right to break it to her. It showed me who my true friends were.

I think it’s very sad, that in a multi-faceted modern society, we still see in black and white. When in fact the world is made up by shades of gray.

And just before y’all start fireing the nasty words my way yet again, I would just like to say that I ended it. And I told him to be someone his fiancè deserved. And he did in a way I think. But then some common friends broke the news to the fiancè two months later.

I’m not a bad person. I’m not saying what I did wasn’t wrong, because it was. It was very wrong and I have regretted it deeply. If I could undo it, I would. And believe me, karma got me back. I just wanted to give my two pennies on the subject.

Offensive comments will not be published. So bring it on. Or you could try and see the gray, not just the black and white.

There was this slut from Ohio named Amy.

He slept with her. That bothered me a little.

She’s fat and ugly. And that bothered me a lot. It still bothers me. In fact, it infuriates me.

I just feel that no beer goggles in the world could account for that. It broke my heart. I had seen her picture, but when two and two starting adding up to a visual I didn’t need, I snapped.

I am an attractive woman, but I thought to myself, literally, that I would die of shame. Suddenly I was not so confident. How could I live, knowing this? Was all my high maintenance for nothing? What did it mean?

It’s one thing to be cheated on with someone equally attractive, almost understandable if they are MORE attractive, but it’s a whole different thing to know my husband actually did it with a girl who looks a lot like Meatloaf in drag.

Turns out he WAS drunk and high and lonely, as if that helps.

And by the way, she was NICER THAN ME. That came out in an argument. And that hurt more than the thought of him slapping against her rolls of flesh and kissing her manly face. Nauseating.

She stalked him from afar for awhile. But it became like throwing a pebble in a pond, only to have it sink. He seems to truly hate her, and she gave him plenty of reasons. She has no real effect on us now.

It took her three years to figure out he isn’t leaving me. So there, bitch, I win.

But my fragile ego is still healing and I’m trying like hell to be sweet.

I’ve never been “the other woman.” I don’t truly understand the thought process behind some women who choose to date married or taken men. I also don’t understand the mind behind the men that cheat on their girlfriends or wives, but that’s another story for another time.

I’ve never been much of a country fan until I moved from Boston to North Carolina. It slowly grew on me and eventually… took over my iTunes. Sugarland’s “Stay” really has such a strong message when it comes to dealing with having to share your significant other. It’s hard for me, because I have to watch my roommate go through this, everyday.

But, especially in her case, what happens when you’re dating someone and “the other woman” had no idea that her “boyfriend” was taken? Should the other woman be held responsible for your pain and your heartache? Most women probably automatically blame her but really… is it their fault?

I’m definitely not saying it’s the girlfriend’s fault, because men shouldn’t be cheating anyways… but I feel like we put so much hatred and anger towards these girls that were just as naive as we were, and fell for the same lines and lies. As for the women who know they’re “the other woman,” I honestly don’t know how anyone involved could handle it. As the other woman, you know your man is going home to his wife or girlfriend, or maybe even kids every night. You know, he may never leave and he will always be waking up to his real significant other every morning. As for the men, how do you keep the lies straight, the sneaking out and the guilt? Do you even feel guilt? And as for the girls that do nothing more but give their love, their time, and sometimes even their bodies and souls, what about them… how do they deal?

Seems to me, it’s a big mess. Why can’t people just stop telling lies and excuses and tell the truth… for once and everyone from hurt and embarrassment?

As for my roommate, her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend wants to be friends. On one side, she could have unknowingly  been involved with my roommates “boyfriend” at that time, so how can my roommate judge someone she doesn’t know and was believing his lies just as quickly as she was. But on the other hand, if the girl was dating him knowingly, why in her right mind would she want to be friends? I guess it’s like they always say, keep your friends close, and you’re enemies closer.

For my roommate, I dedicate “Stay” as the anthem to her life for now and I hope that she will find a happier song to relate her life to soon.

Comment Please. Especially if you can shed some insight on cheating, being the other woman, or dealing with situations like this. ♥

Ok, I know you guys have hear about Swiss Beats’ wife getting at Alicia Keys via Twitter…

In case you didnt, here is a summary:

it was rumored that Alicia Keys started seeing Swiss while he was still with his wife… rumors were denied by both parties as of recently. However, Swiss is still technically married yet Alicia is confirming that her and Swiss is a couple. Swiss and his wife have a child together.

My thoughts:

I am a huge fan of AK; she is extremely talented and she creates music that I can vibe to. Now, as for this mess…

I believe if you want to start dating someone who is involved in another relationship, whether bf , gf or still legally married, you SHOULD wait TILL THE COAST IS CLEAR. Why do this? To avoid stepping on the other’s toes.

Now it doesnt always happen this way… and people are not perfect.

This situation is sticky cause its so public and there is a child involved which should make AK and Swiss even more careful about their moves.

Now if its true that AK moved in on Swiss while Swiss and his wife were working on their marriage, then shame on AK. If the marriage was already over between them and then he started seeing AK then, okay by me.

No one really knows that true story and there are ALWAYS two sides to every story. I really do hope that AK and Swiss didnt make things official while Swiss and his wife were working stuff out… According to the letter his wife issues vis Twitter, that is what she is saying…

However, Ladies… if you want to pursue someone who is still technically involved, you are a grown ass woman and you can do what you want… but if you want avoid some drama (and Karma), wait till its officially over!

Just remember that if dude was able to date you while he’s still with another person, what makes you think you will be any different?

Hasnah Omar (Always say stupid! and loves to shout,  suka diampu. siapa ampu dia selamat dan cepat naik pangkat,Anak dara tak laku)

Alina Osman ( caught her crying once :boyfriend problem, a nobody who rises not due to pedigree but by marrying above her class/station as well as sucking up to Hasnah Omar and trashing others who come her way)

Radish Kaur (got me into trouble but later framed me to save her ass, still barren hah?)

Kamisah Haron (lazy clerk tak sedar diri, orang gaji malas tau pun marah, diri sendiri malas tak sedar )

Norhashimah Nordin (macam hebat, belakang kutuk Hasnah depan ampu gila)

Siti Zulbaida (siapa kau nak kata aku bongkak?Kau tu ada masalah rumah tangga dan pemalas, tak sedar diri)

Zaiton (Any more new jampis, bitch????)

Norashikin (I saved her ass when she was bitching about Alina, but later made enemies with me, wonder how she looks like?, get a picture of a baboon that smiles widely)

Fatimah Sham (Dah malas tak mengaku, disebalik wajah lembut Yasmin, tak sangka dia macam tu)

Aizam (Got a skeleton in her closet, the other woman, patut lah heartless, kebas laki orang rupanya).

NTKOG #24: The kind of girl who cruises the internet and city streets looking for a Lifetime Movie romance with a spoken-for fellow.

I am: pretty sure I don’t even remotely come across as a home-wrecker, so don’t act all non-surprised.

I am not: an adulteress. I am not even adulteresque.

The Scene: Online a few weeks ago, after archive-binging on the amazing Ashley and Me blog (upon whose author, RiffDog, I’ve got to admit I have a technically-according-to-Biblical-fineprint-adulterish blog crush), I checked out AshleyMadison.com. If you haven’t heard of the site, the basic concept is thus: a discreet dating site for married men and women to find partners for long- or short-term affairs, based on a rigorous matching algorithm comparing their preferences for things like “personal hygiene,” “oral sex,” and “omg morrrr pix plz.”

Yes, totally classy.

So for a lark I created a profile and added a pic, and was appalled by how quickly my inbox filled up. (Virtual inbox, you dirty birds.) Every time I signed on, I was smacked with an avalanche of instant messages from guys with handles like “Big Papa Bear,” and would immediately not only click out of the screen, but physically push the computer away in disgust.  Finally a few weeks ago I weeded through all the applicants, and settled on a fairly suitable candidate.

We chatted for a bit on ashleymadison, before I agreed to grant him my totally anonymous easy-to-block-skeezy-jerks-from-contacting-me Google Voice number. I agreed to meet him for coffee, and laid down the law: he was allowed to buy me one coffee, to be consumed over the course of not more than twenty minutes in a brightly-lit public place, during which time I would reveal no personal information and there would be absolutely — Arrested Development fans, say it with me now — NO TOUCHING.

Un/fortunately, between both of our shifting schedules, we kept scheduling and rescheduling, until finally it arrived: Today I would finally make my debut as an adulteress. I agreed to meet him at the bagel place across from my work, and was anxious all morning. On my commute over, people on the T kept staring at me. Like, come on, my skirt isn’t that cute — apparently it’s written plainly on my face: I AM ABOUT TO BECOME A FRIGGIN’ ADULTERY DUDE!

I settled down at my desk, and the inevitable barrage of texts came a-floodin’. I did mention that he said he was on-board with the whole we-are-absolutely-not-going-to-hook-up thing, right?

Creepy Ashley Madison Guy: we still on? what u wanna do?
TKOG: I thought we were getting coffee.
CAMG: in ur bedroom?

Ugh! But whatever, it’s only a twenty-minute coffee. Best-case scenario: we actually have an enjoyable chat about, among other things, why he’s such a dang adulterer. Worst-case scenario: he buys me a muffin and I get to jab him in the eye with my keys. Win-win!

TKOG: Comments like that make me really uncomfortable.
CAMG: waiting 4 a call. call u in an hour
TKOG: Okay.
CAMG: got anymore pics?

And thus, one brief and fiery text message later, ended my career as an adulteress.

The Verdict: Apparently the fast-paced and tech-savvy pace of the modern adulterer just isn’t for me. And sure, you’re saying, you got a bottom-feeder, but what about all the smart, thoughtful, eloquent married men out there? (Guys like RiffDog, natch!) Well, if you want ‘em, you can have ‘em. Just make sure to send them back to their wives when you’re done.

The Other Woman by Jane Green

I have a new favorite author, and it’s Jane Green!!  She gives us a reason to love the protagonist, even though she’s incredibly flawed.  Ellie, for  me, is easy to relate to, as she comes from a dysfunctional family.  She is thrilled that her future husband has what appears to be the perfect family.  This is her chance to have the family experience she’s always wanted.

I am currently on my second Jane Green book, and loving it just as much as I loved the first one.

From Amazon:

Whether you’re single or married, you can relate to what Ellie Black feels throughout the course of this novel. Ellie Black is a single and successful marketing director for a famous Hotel line. She met Dan Cooper four years ago while she was involved with someone else. Fast forward to the present day, and she knows right away Dan is her one true love. Ellie has never been close to her Dad, her Mom died when she was in grade school. She always dreamed of being a part of a big family so of course she is nervous when she goes to meet Dan’s family. Ellie is at first enraptured by the attention of her future mother-in-law Linda. But once Linda starts taking over the planning of their wedding, Ellie begins to wonder. Friends play a big role in Ellie and Dan’s life. It’s notable to see how their friends change when they are single, as compared to when they are married. Ellie discovers she’s pregnant. Linda is elated over the prospect of her first grandchild. Ellie can hardly take the relentless phone calls and the increasing number of unannounced drop-in visits. When Linda buys clothes for the baby, Ellie says wait a moment! Dan refuses to get involved with his wife and mother. Ellie and Dan realize how miserable they have become and separate. Separated, Ellie and Dan come to realize how much they mean to one another. Fortunately, Ellie and Linda come to an understanding in their rocky relationship. A well written, fun, emotion-filled, enjoyable read!

The phone here at the house had rung off the hook today.  I refuse to answer. Please stop calling.  Please just go away.

 I call OCD’s mother who is a very sweet woman who has been good to me.  She has treated me as one of her own . . . a daughter.  She has no idea I am not returning although several months ago she advised me to take a break and get away for awhile. 

Sometimes it is difficult for mothers to let another woman love their child.  I’m not sure why, having not experienced it myself, but perhaps it is a form of possessiveness. 

I wouldn’t say that we had a rough start in the beginning . . . mother and the “other woman” . . . but I can vividly recall her questioning why I was allowed (some twenty years ago) to purchase an expensive leather purse while the three of us were at the mall one day.

I remember how ticked off I was that my supposed better half didn’t say that I made a shitload of money, was the main breadwinner, and could spend it as I see fit.   Those were the days . . . the days when I kept my money in my account . . . somewhere along the way it all became muddled and suddenly I am as poor as a church mouse and doing without Splenda because I don’t have the money to buy it.  In fact, I am doing without a lot these days.

In 1999, through no fault of my own, I was in a bad car accident.  My brains were scrambled and it literally took me two years to fully regain my brain function again.  We had actually been discussing seperating back then, before the accident.  The possessiveness and compulsive behavior had grown intolerable and I felt trapped.  That was all there was to it.  Trapped.  There was no one else. No lover waiting in the wings . . . no island on a distant horizon that called to me . . .

Somehow the accident delayed the inevitable.  It played right into OCD’s compulsion to have me be a totally dependent woman in need of care and protection.  Eventually I again grew tired of the constant hovering, and I think it was about this time that we went to counseling together.  The psychologist’s advice was to OCD was to stop acting like a parent and more like a lover.  The advice to me was to decide whether I wanted the relationship and move toward that decision.

There was no physical, verbal or emotional abuse back then.  Just a smothering hovering that made me feel trapped. To give you an idea of how much I detest being trapped . . . I don’t even like the sheet tucked in at the foot of the bed.  I also refuse to ride in the back seat of a two door car.   My office must have windows. I must always have an exit nearby.   It’s not claustrophobia.  I don’t fear small spaces.  I fear being trapped.

So the phone has been ringing off the hook . . . and I ignore it. I have a new mobile phone number . . .  a secret number that only a few people have . . .

Please stop hovering. Please stop calling.  Every time you call I move one step farther away.  Eventually I will move so far away from you that we will never be able to speak to each other again.  We’ll be speaking through attorneys.  Please just give me some space so that I can breath again.

Dear Drew,
As my first boyfriend, we both know there will always be feeling between us. That one night we spent together five years after us splitting was a mistake…It shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have let it happen. But, I wanted to make you happy since I felt like I never had before. Now I look back and realize that I only stooped to your level.
I’m not going to be your pawn anymore in your sick mind games. I’m not falling for it. Yes, there are still feelings, and I wish you were my kind of guy…but you’re not. And, I don’t think you can accept that. But, you need to. It’s not going to happen. Nothing is going to happen.
But then again, thanks for always being such a close friend and listening to me complain about every little thing and helping me see the truth.

Sincerely,
The Other Woman, if only for a night.

I want to say something to someone that I can’t, for the unwillingness to let myself be angry with them, and for the appearance of immaturity I would be showing if I did so. Because in it’s simplicity I am incredibly jealous.

But I’m feeling so tired and sad and I’m clinging onto the person I love with such feirce-ness that I barely have much energy left for anyone else to interveine.  But she is. She’s still flirting with him wheather he sees it or not. Because I can see what shes saying quite clearly. I think every girl has been there before.

To want someone who is still involved with someone else, and who has told you that they don’t really want a relationship with you; and yet you continue to flirt, to piss the other girl off, to cause hurt, uncertainty, to will the person you want your way, into your arms. And for someone who is supposed to know what’s going on, which is what I’ve been told, and for someone who is supposed to be so beautiful, she’s not behaving very like someone described as so. I know what it feels like. Honestly, so many times I have been smitten and had a connection with someone who is with or seeing somone else and wanted to make them mine. But generally I’ve known when to back off and keep my words to myself. Because I have cared for the person I’ve been so smitten with, enough, to not fuck up thier relationship.

And for anyone who has been in a relationship with someone you love so incredibly for so long, and knowing all of the intricacities of your loves personality (their silly ear flicking habbit, the way they never finnish thier fries, the way they always save the crusty end of the garlic bread for you, the way they sigh in the middle of the night in thier sleep, the way they sleep with thier hands between thier knees, and thier adoration for merlot and cascade green, the way they still burn and hurt over family’s past, how they loved the overweight girl in highschool just because she had beautiful long brown hair, the way thier hands losen up and become significantly more flamboyant when they are drinking, the secret language between brothers, the way thier eyes are all pupil in bed, I could go on forever) you know that no one else could love him like you do.

And I know I haven’t explained myself very well, and I was angry when I started writing this, but I’ve calmed down now and I’m not sure I have anything left, except, just…why can’t she see?

There’s a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be
Lived with you, lived with you
There’s a way
Everybody said
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If I a’int got you, a’int got you

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I really would like to know what other women think about this subject. It seems to be the in thing to do in hollywood now.  What happened to boundries and Respect and people being taught to respect relationships?  I’ve seen women who purposely go after married men or committed men as miserable.  I have heard the other woman talk and they love to make the female that looks happy hurt, I have heard them say they could ” take her man if they wanted”.  Is it so hard to put that energy in finding someone that’s available instead of using that energy for negativity?  I feel these woman are so miserable that when they see a woman that’s happy they have to prove to themselves that those females are not happy and that their man don’t really love them.  So they use energy to try and wreck a relationship.  Usually you can spot a woman like this when she comes outside half dressed when ever theres a married man or committed man around.  It seem they mostly wear as little clothes as possible when coming around the men.  Also they’ve usually singled out a couple.  I’ve heard “the other woman” speak about being the other woman. Usually they feel when they wreck the home that the wife wasn’t “woman enough” or “wasn’t doing what she needed to do to keep her man” there are many more excuses I have heard.  I haven’t found anyone that actually seem to have any morals or values or respect for anyone.  These woman seem to feel very good when they prove to themselves that the relationship that ended wasn’t that strong. It seems to prove to them the female really wasn’t loved.

Would you give up the Presidency of the United States for this?

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Mistress

43 year old news reporter

Your Cheatin’ heart

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“While packing up the house over the weekend for my big move, I had the I.D. Channel on in the background for two days straight. This had less to do with an intrigue for crime drama and more so with the fact that I seemed to have packed the remote early on in the moving process. So, my weekend was filled with cardboard boxes, packing tape and, apparently, lots of crime-tape, too. All of those fatal attractions, scorned lovers and hacked corpses brought me to this conclusion: there seems to be a strong correlation between cheating and murder. Shocking, no? So I took it upon myself to do my own “private eye” work on the anatomy of cheating.”

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