There Are Three Sides to the Story

I just felt the urge to write this entry. I feel like with the different relationships I got myself into, I've well experienced the three sides to the story. The three being, The cheater, the one being cheated on and the mistress.

Before you judge me, please do finish reading the blog. That's the least you can do before you pass judgement unto me.

So here it goes.

I was once a cheater.

No, not literally. It was more like, I being in a relationship with someone I didn't have genuine feelings for because I was still in love with his friend, who was my ex love[r]. Do you know that Katy Perry song? (of course, who doesn't?) "When I'm with him I am thinking of you." sorta thing? That was what happened. It didn't last long though because I knew I wasn't fooling anyone. But if it's anything, I can't stand cheating and I think it's the last thing I could ever do. But in [lame] defense of those who cheated, SOME, do not plan it. They don't intentionally fall for that friend who treated him better than his girlfriend ever could. You can only hold him liable when he acts on those emotions and pursues whatever he thinks should be pursued.

I was (more than) once cheated on.

And it sucked. It was nothing like I ever felt before. I hated being so scared of hearing the answer to "Me or her?" because I knew that if it was me, I wouldn't be sitting there asking him that question. I hated having to fight for that dying relationship only to find out that he already left even before I started fighting. Ladies and gents, please do try to understand when your ex who you cheated on releases her wrath against you in every way possible. In Silence or in Rage. But of course, when they go too far you can always call for a protection order! ;)

I was (more than) once (willingly and unknowingly) the third party.

Willingly. I'd like to agree with Sari's line from the movie "The Mistress" when she said no one ever dreamed of being the other woman. Sometimes though, even the smartest people become stupid for love. I thrived on the attention and care, though little, that he could give. I settled for that rather than completely not having a shot at it entirely. I know, it was unacceptable, and I deserved more than that and the girl did not deserve that. But it happened and it was not like I planned it too. But I left and that was the best decision I ever made, romantically speaking.

Unknowingly.

I am the kind of person who takes one for his word. You believe what you want to believe and if you want to believe when he says he loves you, you'll believe it even when his friends tell you you're not the only one.

I do not ask you to condone other people's mistakes but I think it's always good to listen to their side of the story... before we rebuke them and help them. Most of the time, there's a sensible reason. People don't just go stupid for nothing right?