I think this is a good point, Clu. I would think so too.
O/T, this reminds me of a, uh, situation I experienced many, many years ago.
A new lady arrived in our small town and started spending a lot of time with my boyfriend, the absolute love of my life. It was rumored that she had been making comments about how she was very fond of my man and was going to try to steal him away from me. It was also rumored that they were spending time together while I was at work. She was a tall hot blonde from Australia (stripper). One day my landlord said, "Who is that topless woman your man was on the boat with the other day?"
So, of course my boyfriend didn't admit to anything when I asked him about all of this. So, I decided to very nicely tell the lady that my man was very taken and to keep her paws off. She was warned.
A few days later, my man calls me to say he'll be home from work soon, and "I love you, baby, see you soon". I prepared a special candle lit dinner. And waited. And waited. No word from him. He never came home that night. I was scared to death, didn't know if he had an accident, was laying dead in a ditch somewhere. That was the worst feeling in the world, staring at the phone frantically waiting for it to ring.
So, I went out on foot in the middle of the night trying to track him down. I remember I would see cars approaching from the distance as I was walking these lonely desolate areas, so I'd hide until they passed so as to stay safe.
I was able to track him down after about 8 hours of searching, I went one place, someone said he was here but left and went there, so I'd go that place, only to have missed him so I'd then go to the next place.
It was finally daylight when I was able to track him down to a residence where there was a party the previous night. I walked into the house, and there were people passed out everywhere, on the living room floor...
I walked to the back bedroom, knowing in my heart what I was giong to find.
There they were, asleep in the bed. My first emotion was absolute rage. And my first thought was, "I warned this lady, I'm going to deal with her first. I'll deal with HIM later".
So I grabbed the bi%@h by the hair and dragged her out of the bed. She was screaming and crying. My man rushed and tackled me like a football player, and pinned me up against the wall. He looked at her and said, "RUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!!!!!"
I was reminded of this last bolded sentence when I read Clu's post.
(Y'all wouldn't even believe it if I told you what happened next.)
So, the girl runs off, and my man turns violent on me. Punching me, kicking me, so I run out of the house, and at this point he's chasing me. I was running for my life. I knew he wasn't a good swimmer, so I ran out to the ocean (we were at a beach house) and started swimming out to sea, knowing he wouldn't be able to catch me there. He's still chasing me and gaining on me, so I picked up a big rock and threw it at him. It hits him in the ribs, and he goes down. And starts drowning. Apparently I broke his ribs with the rock.
I'm faced with the decision of what do I do next? Let him drown? I went back for him, put him on my back, and swam him back to shore. I had to save this guy's life who only minutes before was coming after me trying to kill me.
True Story.
Point of it all? Cheating men usually know that their wives will unleash on the other women if they are found out.
why wouldn't they allow them to answer questions?:floorlaugh:
