Everyone has a name for this woman who had sex with my husband. Some say that I have allowed her to be a homewrecker, some call her delilah, the wicked witch, slutty, among other names. It may be so, but I say, it takes two!
Putting a loved one at risk, may not be intentional, but rather, selfish, thoughtless and careless, at best. Yes, most agree that folks who do not respect a woman or a man wearing a wedding ring and makes advances shows a lack of self-respect that is daunting and unsettling. It is notable to say, sticks and stones in stating those names may be applicable and may be so, but I still say, again —it takes two!
Society seems to take sex lightly. The excuse mostly is it did not mean anything. Why do it in the first place? Quick pleasure, a boost to the ego, the excitement of sneaking around, or perhaps boredom?
Readers, think about this. Alright, if one did not wear a condom, technically, it meant one had sex with everyone that person have had sex with. Take this example, Readers. If someone were to put neon paintball on his jacket, and decides to hug another person, what do you think will happen? Well, that person will get paint on them, too, right? And, if that person hugs each subsequent person, each person who hugs them, hugs someone else, when the lights shine on each one, everyone would have neon markings on them. Please accept this analogy as a public service announcement of how venereal disease such as gonorrhea, syphilis, HIV/AIDs and others spread like wildfire. Each time one sleeps with one person who may be sleeping around, they get to share whatever disease that person has. I try to teach folks safety first, and I want my Readers to be informed. Some of these folk are ill, but darn it, they look good, as they are curvy, chunky, buffed, not scrawny and gaunt.
When I met my husband nine years ago, I took him to Planned Parenthood for testing. I supposed he got so comfortable, he forgot. No one understood why I put him out the same night I found out he had a two-year old child. I thought our marriage was above infidelity. I guess I was stupid. I was broken from the shock. I was alone and torn. But God! I say it again, His grace and mercy has kept me through this emotional rollercoaster. My faith in Him has lifted me up. He has strengthen me beyond belief. I trust in Him for his guidance and accept whatever pathway He is leading me to. He will supply all of my needs.
I asked a 21 year old young women, “how did you contract HIV” she answered, “while I was pregnant, they ran a blood test at the clinic”. She does not appear to be emaciated or look sick. She appears to be in great health on the outside. She takes her medications daily and does not use a condom. There goes the paintball, Readers!
Food for thought, after the act one may feel ashamed and regretful, but that may be short lived, as the excitement of getting away with it may overtake the senses. Avoid pregnancy by simply putting on a condom. My husband did not. If one is going to cheat, please protect your spouse. Well, you know.
I hope those who advise me to stay, have a better understanding from my perspective. Yes, he wants to come back, yes he promised it will never happen again, My trust is gone. I cannot immerse my head like an ostrich in the sand. That is my choice. It should never have happened in the first place. Snip, snip!
Positive affirmation: Each one, teach one!
BROKENNESS: part of my shocking experience 