I Am The Walrus

Soon, people will know about this blog. http://nappykaye.blogspot.com. A simple little blog that would probably get 100-200 hits in the past would soon hit the thousands because it’s going to play a role in a recent domestic issue between the deputy national security adviser (and here I am wondering, was there EVER a post called “deputy national security adviser” before? or did they just make that up?) and his lover.

The writer of this blog is the quiet victim in the midst of this craziness. She is the wife of the lover’s lover, a good-looking man who is not satisfied with just looking at himself in the mirror to know that he’s good-looking, he needs other women to tell him that.

When I read her blog, I nod my head in empathy. I know what she’s going through. I know the feeling of stalking and being tempted to stalk. I know the espionage behind the whole cheating machine — the new numbers on the phone, the shady emails, the profile views on your friendster, the ghost calls in the office. It’s torture enough that the man you love is bedding another woman (and another and another), it’s further torture to be studied like a goldfish in an aquarium and comfort yourself in the little things that you think you (the other woman) are better at.

I have no respect for men who cheat. I think they’re stupid. I think they’re sad. They have not achieved anything in their lives (when I think about it, the cheaters that I’ve known/met had sucky jobs and blah salaries) that they substitute that with the women who tell them they love them. They collect “I love you’s” for the fun of it.

In the blog, I read an entry about how the cheating man’s own daughter said “I don’t want to marry a man like you”. That kid is damaged forever. That mother is going to be perpetually paranoid while that daughter will be perpetually suspicious of (a) every man her mother dates and (b) every man she herself dates. Talk about bearing baggage.

But hey, nobody can hurt you unless you let them. (As cool as that sounds, you can’t quote me on that. Eleanor Roosevelt said that.) You can continue to be in the mockery of a relationship that is your marriage, or sever all ties with this monster and start off fresh. Altogether now: YOU DESERVE BETTER.