A Letter To The Ex Girlfriend Who Cheated On Me
Dear Ex Girlfriend Who Cheated On Me,
I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing right now, but I just want to let you know when you cheated on me, you were wrong. I don’t know exactly when you did what you did or who you did it with or where you did it or even how you did it, but I know you cheated on me. I know this because if I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times, Mama ain’t raise no fool.
You think I’m so clueless as to believe you didn’t go behind my back and do a little something with some guy? Let me answer that question with another question.
Do I look stupid to you?
Even if I can’t prove how or when you cheated on me, my gut tells me to believe you did. Back in the day, I used to think, No way, not her. She would never cheat on me. I’m too good of a man to do such a thing. I used to beat my chest and tell all my friends, “I ain’t ever had a girl cheat on me!”
Now it all sounds like some naive young man talk.
I’ve grown up. I’ve seen some things, and when I say things, I mean scandalous, hush-your-mouth type of things from the most wholesome of women. In some cases, I was even a participant in these scandalous things. A hard pill to swallow, for sure, but I’m a man, I can take it. I realize I have made mistakes of epic proportions, if not with you with another woman. Therefore I probably deserved whatever you did, much as it makes me cringe to say that.
But as Jay-Z said, “You don’t get a n**** back like that!”
Why did you have to do what you did with the guy that you did it with? What was it that made you cheat on me in the first place? Was it because I did it to you and you wanted revenge? Maybe I never cheated on you in the first place, but you just couldn’t help y0urself. Was that it? Did you feel entitled to do it because someone else once did it to you? Did you feel better about yourself after it was done?
All these questions are rhetorical.
I don’t really care what you’re reasoning is, because no matter which way you cut it, cheating on me was foul. Foul. Foul. Foul. Foul. FOUL.
And like I said before, I still don’t know who you are, still have never found out exactly what happened, but do me one favor: Keep it that way.
Don’t do it again. Thanks.
This letter applies to you too, future ex-girlfriends!