You may think I am referring only to the Tiger Woods Family Saga…actually I am referring to anyone who has ever felt that ugly, clenched, rotting feeling inside of their bellies. That feeling you get when your gut knows, just knows something is up. I’ve had that feeling. And I hate to admit it, but I ignored it for many months.
During my days of impending enlightenment, I remember thinking, “It’s strange; he’s not really here much and his behavior is odd, mean, blaming; I wonder if…” and that’s where I’d stop myself. Even my former mother-in-law once gently said, “I think he’s leading another life, honey. It’s terrible.”
I read somewhere that if you think your spouse or significant other is cheating on you, if it even occurs to you to contemplate it, you are probably right.
I guess I just didn’t want to see it. Until suddenly, one day, I realized that the life I was clinging to so tightly was in my head. The reality was that I was unhappy and I didn’t love my husband. We did not belong together. Nothing in particular happened that day to make me see it; I think I was just ready. Once I listened to my gut, I was set into motion like the Energizer Bunny, creating a new life.
Here’s what I don’t understand about this cheatin’ stuff. Why pick an option, like infidelity, which guarantees making a situation worse? Why not try to fix it or leave it or just say “I’m not happy” and end it? And, as long as I’m *pondering*, how can people refer to cheating as a “mistake”? A mistake? ! Something that tears apart multiple lives and leaves terrible scars deserves its own cruel term, don’t you think? I made a “mistake” when I put real sugar in my coffee instead of Splenda. Surely we shouldn’t be allowed to use the same word for cheating?
I just watched an interview with Cori Rist, a beautiful single mother who had an affair with Tiger Woods. She was so genuine; regret just oozed out of her. I felt bad for her and I do believe she is now in pain.
But I still don’t get it. And yes, I think Tiger’s wife has known for a long time.