what's my name...

No matter how you slice the cake, being cheated on sucks. And the older I become, the longer it takes me to trust. So to discover that someone I finally allowed myself to believe in, be completely unguarded around and tell Elsa about has betrayed me? Well like the 57% of you, just call me Capt. Cut-'Em-Off.

And no, it's not because I don't understand how challenging it can be to meet amazing, progressive, single men nowadays. In fact, I'm the first one commenting on how much harder it's become over the years and threatening to auction my virginity on Ebay (oh wait, it's a little too late for that, huh?). But quietly, it's just as hard to meet amazing women. So the way I see it, we'll both be struggling to figure it out after the fact.

One of the hardest lessons I've learned is if you don't stand for something, you'll fall for everything. And since I don't have kids to consider, I refuse to be the only one trying to hold the sinking ship together. DO NOT come crying to me to me after the fact because you feel guilty or worse, cause your side chick is getting out of pocket and is threatening to rat you out. Sloppy is not hot.

Although I'll admit; I wasn't always this jaded. Looking way, way back, like the 42%, I'm sure that if my ex had simply been upfront about what happened or in my case, confessed before the trifling jump-off called my phone (insert eye roll and sigh) we would've definitely been able to move past it. Because keeping it real? Deep down inside, I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to make like the white girls in the movies and have a happily ever after. Now, no one's saying it would've been easy (cause I'm a Scorpio and you know how we do) BUT when you actually meet someone that matters, it can be hard to just let go of everything because of one unfortunate, meaningless indiscretion...