Why It Could Be Your Fault That He Cheated On You: Part 2

My rela­tion­ship with my older man, Der­rick, finally ended when I caught him in bed with another woman. It was bad enough to have to deal with the thought of what could be hap­pen­ing behind my back, but to actu­ally see what was hap­pen­ing brought the sit­u­a­tion to another level. I hated being the “other woman”—I wanted to be the only woman.

The day I caught him cheat­ing on me, I ran out, but he chased after me. When he finally caught up with me, he pulled me back by my arm and yelled, “What did you expect would hap­pen, Cassie?” I could tell that he was very angry. He had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before.

I thought we could con­tinue what we had while you were mar­ried,” I yelled back. “I thought we could get mar­ried and have kids, and love each other like we planned.” As I spoke, I felt more and more like a com­plete fool. The words I uttered were ridicu­lous. Was I really jus­ti­fy­ing what we had when he was married?

Cassie, lis­ten to your­self,” he barked. “You were the other woman once. I have always had another woman.  I can’t just have one!” The fact that tears were now rolling down my face had no effect on him. In fact, he got even angrier. “If you wanted things to stay the way they were, then you shouldn’t have opened your mouth. You should have left it all alone. You did this! You ruined my mar­riage, and you ruined us. Noth­ing was ever enough for you, you always wanted more. A man­sion, then mar­riage, then kids—was it ever going to end?”

His words enraged me. That was the moment I knew we needed to break up. “F**k you! You don’t have a right to blame any of this on me,” I yelled back. “The rea­son why your mar­riage failed, and the rea­son why our rela­tion­ship failed has noth­ing to do with me, but every­thing to do with the man you see in the mir­ror every morn­ing. Don’t worry about me any­more.” I pulled my arm back and I walked away. As I sped up, he called my name, but I never turned back. As soon as I got back to the man­sion, I grabbed the phone and called my best friend. Within an hour, she was there to pick me up.

I left every­thing behind—my clothes, shoes, makeup, jew­elry, acces­sories, every­thing. I even left behind my beloved car. He could have it all. I wanted noth­ing from him. I was offi­cially done with this rela­tion­ship. I got into my friend’s car with the one and only item I would keep—my Her­mes hand­bag. We sped off, leav­ing every­thing in the past. Lit­tle did I know that that wouldn’t be the last time I spoke to Derrick.