Once a cheater, always a cheater—isn’t that how it always goes? Well, as a former and fully recovered cheat-aholic herself, I beg to differ.
They say cheaters can’t change, but what do they know and who are they anyway? Certainly not me. The debate has gone round the world about 100x over and frankly, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of any real, solid answers. I’m talking stats and numbers—show me that cheaters can’t change, not just that the world has no faith in ‘em, or should I say “us.”
I was the cheater of all cheaters, I rolled with the worst of ‘em. Breaking hearts left and right, not caring about anyone or anything—I did not give a shit, and I definitely regret it all now. Not so much where if I could take it back I would, because it has molded me as a person today; but I wouldn’t mind a chance to apologize to all those I hurt along the way.
Why do people cheat in the first place? It varies; lack of sexual satisfaction, immaturity, wrong phase in someone’s life (my biggest reason for all of my cheating), too much to drink (another big one for me), and on and on. There really is no one reason or cause. But I can tell you one thing, people stop cheating and change for the better for one reason and one reason only—it’s called love; the true, the real, the mature version of it.
Hence why a majority of guys cheat up until their dicks shrivel up—they mature like snails ladies, if ever at all.
I’ve changed. I’ve grown up. I’ve fallen in love with a good guy—a great guy actually—and I’ve come to see my sacrifices for what they are and are not worth. So when people tell me, “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” it drives me wild.
I mean I’ve heard of murders making amends and transforming their lives from that of evil to that of good, and people have accepted it. But cheaters? Oh, no—never! Not cheaters!
So what are you telling me? That cheating is worse than murder? I think not.
As an ex-cheater, whose never been cheated on (luckily, or so I think—whichever) my only qualms about cheaters and those cheated on is that once you’ve done the crime you should have to do the time.
Yes, cheaters can change—I promise you—but once you’ve been wronged (by a cheater); you should never take that person back. Leave him/her to work out one’s own issues with somebody else–you don’t need ‘em. And besides, it’s a matter of principles— either you have them or you don’t.
If you were to take a cheater back, it’s clear that he/she doesn’t have them and now you don’t either—apparently. What a match made in heaven that is. Two people “in love” without principles—talk about a recipe for disaster.
Ladies (and gents) cheaters can change. I’m living proof. (Boy does this sound like one of those preacher speeches!) But ladies, if he’s gone and stuck his dick where his dick (or should I say your dick) doesn’t belong then stop messing with that dick and find another.
Like my mama always told me…there are plenty of fish dicks in the sea.



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Amanda says:
Thu, 23rd Aug 20073:41 pm
Fabulous!!! Very well stated!!
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