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Guys are pigs. This can ring true about any man for at least one moment in his life. While we are licensed to belch in public or scratch ourselves inappropriately, the true pig can come out during relationship issues. One of my piggish moments came at a time when my relationship with my then girlfriend was nearing an end.
While my girlfriend was lost in the middle of picking out wedding dresses and invitations, I was already past being done. She was an annoying girl, and never really treated me as an equal, so I decided on my own that I had put up with it long enough. She tried controlling every aspect of my life, and was pushing me over the edge. Sure I should have said “I don’t want to get married to you”, but those discussions are easier to avoid then go through with, so I played along as best I could. Then I met this woman who was amazing. She was gorgeous, full of energy and life, and lit me on fire with her smiling eyes. She made me feel like a real human being. It did not take long before I started ducking on dates with my girlfriend to get better acquainted with this new woman.
For any guy who has cheated, you know how hard it is to maintain this double life charade. You can only tell your girlfriend you are sick or have to help your mom with the housework for so long before she wonders what is going on. In fact, I started getting the inquisition one night when I lied about running into an old friend in the parking lot. I was a step away from surveillance, and I had to do something about it. But I just wanted the other woman so bad, it hurt.
To remember where I supposedly was half the time was the real battle. One night, I told my best friend that I needed him to cover for me. He worked nights at a local convenient store, but she would surely call his cell since I told her I was out with him. I went out with the new woman, and had a blast. We went everywhere and back, and I got home a little after midnight. As I entered the house, the phone was ringing. I picked it up, and it was my girlfriend asking how my night was. As usual, she was inquiring about my buddy, and I gave the standard lying answer. But this time, she wasn’t buying it, and slammed the phone in my ear. I immediately call my buddy, who told me that not only did she try calling him, she showed up and his work looking for me. My dear friend, as best as he could, pretended I was in the cooler and went looking for me, only to produce the fact he was completely full of you know what. My cover blown, I call her back to try and fix the problem.
Problems of that magnitude can never be fixed completely. Halfway through our conversation, I had explained how I felt, and broke the whole thing off. She chewed me out, continued to stalk me for a few months, and then finally gave up. I look back on it now and I guess I could have handled it a little better, but who thinks of that in their early 20’s? I was just relieved I didn’t have to remember who the hell I told her I was with anymore.
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