Today I experienced something I had never experienced. I had always heard about it, even read about it in books but never experienced it, really.  I got dumped today for another woman.  Plain as day, no mistake, he wanted her, not me.  Since I’m sitting here writing about it I’m not gonna say it didn’t affect me, because it sure as hell did, but in an odd, almost serene and calming way.  It was as if I had accepted the fucked up situation and all that came along with it with a rather womanly and poised demeanor.  And I was proud of myself.  I really was.  Okay, here it was: so I go over to my boyfriends.  “She” is there, with some other friends and the roommate hanging out.  I alienate myself in his room until I can no longer stand it.  I finally tell him to bring her in.  I meet her, start to like her in spite of myself, and begin feeling a sort of relief as if she had relieved me of some household duty I had been putting off.  I told him I was happy for him (the whole while in my head I’m thinking “what are you saying!!”).  But those were the words coming out of my mouth, and (I hope) out of my heart.  Gracefully, I left though I had showed up prepared to stay overnight.  And since I’ve been home I have been zombied out on the computer, with that tugging, nagging feeling that bothers me….as if I have unfinished business.  But the mature woman in me knows that I feel restless because of my lack of aggression, my lack of anger, my lack of passion and tears.  Sadly, it is what is expected of me.  Today however…today….i think I can say  that it WAS what WAS expected of me.  No more.  Besides, the guy wasn’t that great anyway.  Why waste my time and breath fighting over him or any man for that matter? And as he low key thanked me for my way of handling it ten times in a row, and looked amazed when I just smiled when he asked if I was gonna kill him, I felt…..whats the word?…..mature….proud….almost fucking holy for gods sake.  By me not freaking out, we all got a piece of the cake and ate it too.  We all got to make the bed and lie in it (im sure he would have enjoyed that ).  He got the get outta jail free card….i got rid of a cheating loser….and the girl got, well, she got a guy she thinks is wonderful for the time being, at least.  So we all win.  Because of me.  Because I handled the situation like a woman.  Because I accepted that I had put a year into that relationship for this small yet valuable lesson and nothing else more.  And now I can move onto the next relationship. Or the next lesson.  Or both.

My question to you this issue:  You’ve heard “once a cheater always a cheater.”  Do you believe that to be true and why?