“Your mind has a way of not letting you forget things you wish you could. Especially with people. Like, you’ll always try your best to forget things that people say to you or about you, but you always remember. And you’ll try to forget things you’ve seen that no one should see, but you just can’t do it. And when you try to forget someone’s face, you can’t get it out of your head.”
John Corey Whaley
That’s not what he texted you, is it?? 
Hey, I know Corey Whaley.
No love for the crash at Spuyten Duyvil? The above is cooler overall, except that referencing the Spuyten Duyvil crash gives you an excuse to say/write “Spuyten Duyvil” a lot. And it was only a couple of years ago. IMHO, a modern train wreck goes better with this trainwreck of a thread, given that the whole situation was abetted by modern marvels such as text messaging and social media.
Which is not to say that April wouldn’t have done materially the same thing if this all went down 100 years ago - except Romeo wouldn’t be tucked away safely in Arizona. In 1915, it would be much more likely that she would have found herself in a literal compromising position behind the woodshed or in the rectory or wherever it was that people back then went to fuck people they weren’t supposed to be fucking.
I’m sure this has been said before… but what the hell.
Physical cheating - doing anything with a woman I wouldn’t do in front of my wife.
Porn - looking at titties until I fill the tissue and then off to the BBC
Emotional cheating - speaking to a woman in an intimate (not necessarily sexual) way that ought be reserved for my wife.
Porn - looking at titties until I fill the tissue and then off to the BBC
I don’t see that porn and cheating - emotional or physical - are equivalent.
YMMV
Zeke
P.S. My threshold is what sort of behaviour would cause Mrs. Zeke pain. If it crosses that then it is cheating.
This is unlikely to succeed, based both your and his past history. This is an unhealthy relationship for whatever reason, no need to assign blame. It just is bad for you. You seem to be attached to it for irrational reasons.
If you’re not willing to admit that then this whole thing will repeat ad infinitum and you’ll keep coming back here for your weekly helping of abuse. You have no reason to keep this relationship going in any form, and yet you refuse to let it go.
It WASN’T chemical. It’s WASN’T a drug. And ‘avoiding’ the ‘drug’ isn’t a solution, it’s complete delusion.
It WAS emotional immaturity and an ego that needs attention and lots of it, at any cost. (Husband and children, not a concern, as long as you’re getting your attention fix!)
There is little hope you’ll change a behaviour you refuse to acknowledge, preferring childish rationalizations and equivocations that are so transparent as to be laughable.
How on earth can a grown ass woman be so totally lacking in self awareness? It’s staggering truly.
Still, I’m going to wish you Good Luck as I exoect you’ll need boat loads of it in the future!
“I need to poo.”
Frederick Johnson
“Everybody poos.”
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