Lots in the news lately about Tiger Woods and his *cough* alleged infidelity with several mistresses. He is calling them “indiscretions”. I call that a fancy word for “FUCKING CHEATER”. Certainly, Tiger is not the first celebrity to have gotten caught with his pants around his ankles, and sadly, he won’t be the last. However, the world seems to have taken this one a little hard. Apparently, Tiger was the poster boy of what a good man should be. Young, handsome, successful, family-oriented and devoted to his wife of five years, Elin.
But, if we heed the whispers of the women he has screwed, he was unhappily married and naturally, his poor wife just didn’t understand him. This of course is the typical excuse used by married men to justify their cheating. We wives just don’t seem to understand our husbands whenever hot twenty somethings are around our husbands.
Why would that be?
I spend a lot of time reading the news over at the Huffington Post. According to the many men at that website, women who are married to celebrities or world class athletes should understand that cheating is part of the territory. They should simply accept that sort of behavior because it is part of the social norm for that class of creature.
My thought is this. If you don’t think you can remain faithful…
Don’t. Get. Married.
It’s really that simple. Marriage, no matter how archaic the institution may seem to some, is a promise of fidelity. You are pledging yourself unto the person you love, for better or for worse. And it seems to me that if you are truly in love with someone, you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to cheat on them.
Case in point? Me. I am a serial infidel. I can think of only two men in my life that I never cheated on. One was largely due to fear of repercussion. The other is the hotband. 10 years faithful (with him) is my record. I honestly feel like I couldn’t bring myself to be unfaithful with him. It’s not in my physical or emotional make up to do so. I am so insanely in love with this man that the thought of being with anyone else is honestly nothing less than repulsive.
I truly believe that any other penis near my body would cause me to vomit. Hard.
This is not to say that you aren’t entitled to fantasize or shop the menu. You’re married, not dead. But, when it comes to actually doing the deed? Nope. Couldn’t do it. This man means everything to me. I respect him far too much as a human being to ever malign him in that fashion. I also understand that if it ever got to the point where I did feel I could cheat on him, I would do him the service of splitting up with him first. It would be the only fair thing to do for someone that you respect as a person first and foremost.
So, while I wish Tiger well in his attempt to reconcile his marriage, I don’t hold any high hopes up for him and his wife. They say people can overcome infidelity in their marriage. I wouldn’t know, but to me, it seems that this would be nearly impossible. All trust would be shot to shit. Trust is the foundation of any marriage. It has to be there, or it would simply cease to exist. It would take a lot more than a “Kobe Bryant special” on my ring finger to get me past something like that.
Although, with some persuasion, I might be able to be bought with a five bedroom house on the ocean…maybe.