Growing up Michelle and Amanda had been as close as close could be. Being sisters and being only a year apart in age had made their bond so strong that whenever you saw one you saw the other. This closeness continued on from elementary school, throughout high school and even into womanhood. Michelle and Amanda were sisters…sisters who loved each other so much that nothing could separate them, not even a bold face lie.
Amanda met her husband Terry while she was attending The University of Memphis. After dating for two years the two got married and shortly afterwards they had two children. Michelle who had no children had welcomed Terry into the family with open arms, as did the rest of the family. Michelle spent many days at her sister and brother in law’s home, spending time with the children and having girl talk with her sister.
One day while at Amanda’s home babysitting the kids while Amanda and Terry had date night, Michelle received a phone call from Amanda. Michelle had initially thought that it was just a courtesy call to check on the kids and see how things were going, but she immediately realized that something was wrong when Amanda began to give her specific details on finding a specific item in the house.
Recently I had a conversation with someone and the conversation of cheating came up. Now this person is a well-known cheater…I mean a classified cheating veteran. The kind of cheater that everyone knows is a cheater and in some odd way has had his/her cheating accepted because their peers feel that in some form of fashion they either got the cheating through genetics or they just can’t help being forced into cheating;, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said that many times men cheat because it is their only option. Of course I gave him the super side eye when he said this, but then I began to think about the
one few times that I cheated and how in some odd, selfish way I may have felt compelled to cheat. No I was not forced at gunpoint to cheat, neither was I in such distress with my current relationship that I felt that cheating was my only way out. However I do remember feeling as if at that point in my relationship cheating was…how can I put this? Cheating was an option that I should explore.