First thing’s first, I wasn’t cheating on my girlfriend. I didn’t hang out, snap, text, DM, or even talk with another woman. To be honest, the last female I called or texted, who wasn’t my mom or girlfriend, was my sister-in-law…11 days ago. Apparently, there’s other ways to cheat. My girlfriend wrote the following “blog” about my alleged cheating.
The “Cheating” Incident:
I never thought of myself as the other woman. I guess I’m still not sure I would label myself as that. But I can’t deny that sometimes it feels that way.When my boyfriend and I started dating a few years back, I quickly realized he gave his heart away long ago. I could tell that he loved me, that he was offering everything he had to give, but it was obvious that his true desire lie elsewhere. Another woman stole a piece of his heart, and to this day, holds it locked away for her keeping. Her name… football.
I know what you’re thinking. How can you live like that, giving all of your love to someone who is incapable of surrendering their full heart to you? Don’t you have any self-respect? But it’s not so bad. Some days are harder than others. It’s most difficult to bear during the colder months of fall and winter. However, the warmth and sunshine of summer offers me hope that maybe I could be his one and only.I know it’s not his fault. He’s spent years trying to shift some of his focus to other love interests. He’s told me about the other girls along the way… basketball, baseball, even a little fling with hockey… but none of them quite measured up to the intense love and heart-pounding bliss that lady football had to offer. I’ve come to experience that same failure over and over again, falling short every time.
She has broken his heart more times than I can count, and I am left to pick up the pieces. But, nonetheless, he always runs back into her arms. I guess I can’t blame him. My pale freckled complexion is no match for her magical deep brown skin. She can give him the thrills and excitement he craves, while taking away his Sunday scaries at the same time… something I could never accomplish with my simple nature.He still enjoys her company often, and sometimes all three of us will spend time together. Though, it’s like I don’t even exist when she’s around. The threat of their intense passion and history together lingers in the air, and I’m left without a shred of hope for winning him over.
I suppose it’s time to come to terms with the fact that I can’t compete with her. Despite the envy I have for her, I can’t deny her enticing nature. Maybe there’s hope for a threesome-type situation. You know what they say… if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
The End.
I’m speechless and confused. You might be too, but we don’t need to get into how a girl actually likes me. More importantly, should I be proud, happy, worried, or all of the above? On one hand, there’s undeniable proof I’m one of the biggest fans out there.
On the other hand, I’m apparently in a toxic, obsessive relationship with the game of football that might be ruining my real-life relationship. I don’t even have a problem. I messaged a few
I’m just the ugly stepson of the 10K family. Part Minnesotan, Part Wisconsinite. Half best friend, half mortal enemy. Can’t live with me, can’t live without me.