Cheating is as French as Brie? Mais, oui!
And so, please tell me how I end up with a 50 year old French man sitting in my living room pouring his heart out to me and justifying his affair with a married Irish woman?!? Please explain to me why people feel the need to divulge their deepest and darkest secrets to me after only minutes of meeting me for the first time. Last week I met a 45 year old business woman from Toronto at a networking event who almost broke into tears telling me how she can’t find a husband, and a 30 year old African conference interpreter who told me she doesn’t have the confidence to follow her dreams.
I am beginning to see a pattern here...
Back to the married French man in my living room --he personified what I will never fully understand about the French and their laiser-faire attitude towards infedelity. I have met dozens of married men who have spoke openly about their mistresses (heck—two have even offered me the role), and they all say the same thing--their friends know, their wife knows, and even their kids know, but they all still go along with it, pretending to be picture of marriage perfection. Because isn’t it easier that way?
As author Christiann Anderson states, "Cheating is as French as Brie... the French do not view infidelity the same way we do in the United States. The concept of cheating on one's spouse does not necessarily mean that you must give up your family life. In other words, having a lover, and having a spouse is not a trade off."
People may criticize North America’s sky high divorce rate, but what’s worse; ending a marriage or living an elaborate loveless lie?
my wife's friend is closer to me than she herself is.
God help me if this sweet creature ever put herself in my embrace for good to tell me she was finally mine.. What bliss it would be. and what a mockery because It would also be the END of everything. The end of my marriage. The beginning of a lifetime of hurt and pain to the most wonderful woman in the world who since I've been 16 I've loved without question. And the beginning of a self loathing that would carry me to the end of my days
This is the paradox of relationships, comittment, honesty and fidelity. This harbored desire; this want is layered in a staircase towards some imagined and dreamed-for pure exalted temple of love and passion that is nothing more than self-deception. To those hearts left on the rocks: this hellish deceit is a mockery of trust. After these five years I have to seperate myself from this girls life. I dont want to I want to be with her. I want her so much it hurts But I will turn away. I have to. I pray she will help me by doing the same . because cheating on the love of your life is the most gutless, self-willed spineless and decietful single action a person could undertake..one of the few things that can follow you to the grave unforgiven.
Just Dazzle, your blog is pretty interesting. I moved to Berlin, Germany in summer 2001 and came back a mere 6 months later. I am originally from Boston, MA and decided to shack up with my then German boyfriend. I have to give you credit for facing the out of country challenge. I couldn't deal with Europes oddities, although there were certain lifestyle advantages of living abroad. Holland is cool, but my Dutch is not good and agree that shopping in Paris is addictive on all counts.
-Posh in Pink
You poor thing!!!! I understand what you mean about the French men! Ugh. I don't understand what the appeal would be to be a mistress. You get nothing. There are plenty of you single men to mess with if you don't want to commit to a relationship.
As for Posh in Pink...well, the Dutch all speak English quite well. Visit again.
I love my husband very much. I'm also in love with my best friend, someone that I'm very close to and that I spend a lot of time with (we also work together). My husband isn't particularly close friends with him, but he knows that I am. I know that my friend has feelings for me as well but they will and must remain unspoken because although he is single, I am not. I know that it would destroy my husband if I were to leave him, and that is the only option there is since I just couldn't break my vows and cheat on him while we are married. I just can't. My best friend is too good of a person to even make the suggestion, anyway. Sometimes I ask myself how I got into this situation - but sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake in marrying. I'm 23 now, and I married just after I turned 22. So what is wrong with me? I'm already feeling this way and I've been married a very short amount of time. But, I do love my husband. They're both wonderful men.
I'm also quite aware of the concept that 'the grass is greener on the other side'. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just bored.
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