If we’re being completely honest, my relationship with Charles was no Disney Movie. There was no abuse or anything crazy, but there definitely was no “magic,” not the kind people would staying with someone almost four years. We had occasionally good sex when I focused hard enough on the men I’d rather had fucking me, and he was a pretty good listener, despite sometimes asking what the “big words” I used meant. But other than that, things were somewhere between subpar and rock bottom for the most part. So when I realized he was cheating, not only did it not hurt as bad as I thought it would, it felt like the best thing to ever happen to me.
We had occasionally good sex when I focused hard enough on the men I’d rather had fucking me
His mother had gotten a huge cash settlement from a car wreck and passed it down to him when he was 16 years old. He invested in real estate and flipped it into an even bigger fortune by the time he was 25 years old. I wasn’t impressed by his money, but it was a breath of fresh air not to have to pay the dinner tab on dates and have a man who actually could go on all the trips to Dubai he verbally flexed about taking me on. his entire essence appealed to me as a step up from the rest which is why I agreed to be his girlfriend. His financial security offered relief from the struggle love I’d endured before him, but I settled for less than I wanted because it was more than I was used to.
I didn’t realize that until three years in, when I came across emails of him being flirtatious with his coworker, he left his work laptop open during a store run. A part of me was offended, but the other part of me wanted to let things play out without my involvement to see what would happen.
I made it a point to check his laptop over the following five months, keeping up with their budding relationship like it was my favorite soap opera. At first his coworker was just a “cute self” as he referred to her, then she got promoted to “sexy ass” before finally earning her status as “Queen.” I knew it had gotten serious, then.
According to their messages, she had too much of a guilty conscience to actually fuck a taken man, but kindly thanked him for his compliments with the head she gave him in the cleaning supply room. Her basic ass would even go on to ask how she compared to me, and was likely gassed up when he told her I was nowhere on her level.
During this time, I shut down our sex life, predicting pregnancy and saving myself the risk of contracting an STD should his friendly dick buddy up with some other chick I didn’t know about. I told him it was my gynecologist’s orders while they figured out what was causing me the “pain” I complained about to deflect from fucking. Seemingly, he didn’t care, and continued cheating while I used his money to fund the skincare line I began as a side hustle. It was finally picking up some momentum online.
When it had enough legs to fully support me, I quit my 9-5 and celebrated my success by letting him know I had caught his lying, dirty, sloppy, no-good, cheating ass. I went full on Laila Ali and landed a solid right hook on his chin. Even though he wasn’t the type, I did it in public so he’d be risking his freedom if he punched me back.
He did admit that he deserved it. I suppose thinking it would redeem his infidelity. He tried to explain himself to my backside as I hopped in the car I used his money to pay off as a severance package to myself.
Even if he didn’t cheated, we were never meant for each other. The bar was just set so low before him, I tricked myself into believing he was the best I could do, when really I wanted and deserved better from the beginning. Charles taught me, first-hand, that “pretty good” isn’t good enough while giving me a return on my investment, for years spent with him — I’ll enjoy it the rest of my life.
I’ve been cheated on before with nothing to show for it, but a broken heart, trip to the clinic to make sure I was good and hours spent removing our relationship’s presence from all social media so I could one day stop thinking about how much of a fool I was.
But this time, being cheated on allowed me to emotionally detach from the man I should’ve never committed to and quit the job I hated. There was no motivation on my part to let a good man down easy since I measured him against my past experiences opposed to what I desired in my future. I had no guilt or worry about how that might affect my karma one day. I left with a smile on my face, my conscience clear and a promising business I didn’t have before I met him which is a win in my book.
There are no hard feelings, however. While I wouldn’t mind his coworker drinking from the Clorox bottle she probably got on her knees beside to suck him off, I wish them both the best.
Sent in by: Anyonymous Voiceful Reader
Edited by: Staff