“I’ve Been Cheated”

by Elizabeth on April 11, 2014 · 7 comments

in love, struggles

*Caution: very strong language ahead*

Scumbag!
Asshole!
Shit head!
Mother fucking cheating bastard!

Those are the words that have been going through my head for about 10 days.  If you read yesterday’s post, you know that The Carpenter and I ended our 20ish month relationship about a month ago.  If you read yesterday’s post you are probably surprised at my tone and the implication of cheating because I didn’t mention any of that.  I wrote it like that on purpose because a) I wrote most of that post a few weeks ago, and b) I wanted you all to be as surprised as I was.

Last Tuesday, 3 weeks to the day The Carpenter asked me for a break, I get a phone call from The Carpenter.  I couldn’t imagine why he was calling at 2:30 in the afternoon but I was worried that something might be wrong, so I answered.  A girl named Stephanie was on the other line.  Her words: “Hey, my name’s Stephanie and apparently I’ve been fucking your boyfriend since mid February”.

Me: stunned silence, followed by “excuse me?”

Apparently, instead of doing the nice, normal thing and saying “Elizabeth, I don’t want to be in a relationship with you any more” or “Elizabeth, I want to get back together with my ex girlfriend”, The Carpenter decided he would cheat on me with a girl he broke up with 4 years ago.  (His reason? She was nuts and bad for him. Ha!)

He got himself in trouble because he told this other girl that we had broken up in February and she found out and called me.  I kind of admire her balls for doing that and I’m glad I know but…wow.

I have a sinking suspicion that the reason he asked me for those two weeks was that she was getting close to finding out he hadn’t ended it with me and used that time to pacify her.  Then he decided he missed me to much (because I’m awesome and a terrific girlfriend) and tried to get back together with me.  Of course, that didn’t go the way he planned.  And then, because he had continued to text me about how much he missed me and all that crap, she found out and flipped her shit.

I was understandably devastated.  Even though we had broken up, and I most definitely didn’t (still don’t) want him back, I was still rocked.  For at least 6 weeks that were still together, he was sleeping with someone else.  That includes the week he practically lived with me while his car was in the shop and I was driving him all over town.

I have never been cheated on, never been betrayed like this and I still have trouble putting my emotions into words.  I had not been very upset about our breakup and had actually been making plans and doing way more things socially than I had been in a long time, but that night, I curled up in a tiny ball and grieved.  For a relationship that was over, for a relationship that never was what I thought it was, for my heart that was shattered into a million pieces, but mostly I grieved for myself and the loss of innocence that comes with this sort of betrayal.

Later that night, after I calmed down a little (and read an entire book because I couldn’t sleep), I texted him demanding an explanation.  I deserved an explanation.  I still do.  But, alas, because The Carpenter is a yellow bellied coward, I won’t get one.  Instead of sitting down with me like a rational human being, or calling me and telling me he doesn’t want to/can’t talk to me, he had his new girlfriend, who claims they are living together (!!), text me from his phone asking me to leave them alone, that he doesn’t want to talk to me, that we over, and a basically a whole lot of crap that wasn’t actually a real response to the text I had sent.

While there are a lot of red flags there and I’m not sure how much I can believe from a woman who is knowingly staying with a cheater, it doesn’t really matter.  What The Carpenter is now is NOT the man I met and fell in love with.  That man was strong, with good morals, and would never let someone else fight his battles.  I don’t know this person.  All I know is that this person is a lying, cheating, asshole.

If you couldn’t tell, the main emotion I am feeling is anger.  I’m angry at him for doing this and not having the guts to tell me himself.  I’m angry at him for making me think he was still in love with me and for making me feel guilty for hurting him when I ended things.  I’m angry at myself for accepting his excuses (as much as they made sense then and still kind of do) and for not seeing it.

I still can’t rationalize it.  I don’t understand why he would cheat, what this girl has that I don’t.  And that leads me to my other emotion: guilt.  I am a guilty-feeling person.  It comes from being a southern Catholic woman and from having parents I was always terrified to disappoint.  I like to say I feel guilty for breathing – that’s how much guilt I carry around with me.  So naturally I feel guilty and that this was somehow my fault.  That I was responsible for him cheating.  That I wasn’t good enough, hot enough, outgoing enough.

I know this isn’t true.  Despite my lack of good sense when it came to The Carpenter, I am a smart person.  I know that he cheated because he’s an asshole, that he was so buried in self-pity and self-loathing, that he was an asshole (again. really, it can’t be overstated. asshole.).  Most of my brain knows that.  But the other part is somewhat convinced that it really is my fault.  That if I hadn’t have been so nagging, if I had been more adventurous, if I had been more like the women he had previously dated, he wouldn’t have cheated on me.  I still would have broken up with him, but I wouldn’t be left with this “what the fuck” feeling and looking at our relationship in an entirely different way.

I know these feelings aren’t healthy, so you will all be pleased to know that I am going to see my therapist this afternoon to try and start working through this.  I need help figuring it out in my head and lessening my guilt.  I need help so I won’t fear relationships and think that all men will eventually cheat on me.  I need help understanding that just because I was wrong for one person (who was entirely wrong for me), doesn’t mean I’m wrong for everyone.  That someone will love me for the boring, would rather be baking or reading than going out, person that I am.

KindofaCatch

So yeah.  That happened.  The Carpenter, in addition not having his life together and not being the kind of man I deserve to be with, is an fucking asshole, cheating bastard.  He’s out of my life: off my phone, off my facebook, out of the pictures in my house.  Hopefully, I can get rid of this guilt and some of this anger, because if I get any more angry I’ll probably end up egging his house, slapping the shit out of him, or destroying his car a la Carrie Underwood in “Before He Cheats”.

AngryGirl

Asshole.

*”I’ve been cheated” is the first line in the 1975 Linda Ronstadt cover of “When Will I Be Loved”.

{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Susan April 11, 2014 at 1:00 pm

Glad you got this out (expect for the language which I understand) . You do deserve someone better and he is out there waiting to find you:) And just for the record, I have NEVER been disappointed in you! A mother’s love is unconditional.

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2 Elizabeth April 11, 2014 at 1:10 pm

I know that NOW!! 13 year old Elizabeth wasn’t quite as confident. :) Thank you for the comment and you’re the best mom ever.

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3 Christine April 11, 2014 at 6:50 pm

Well said.

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4 Amber April 11, 2014 at 9:17 pm

I feel your pain.
And I love you.
And you are awesome.

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5 Beth April 12, 2014 at 9:48 pm

One of the things that helped with my awful breakup was captainawkward.com

I recommend it – because you can’t go to therapy everyday, but the internet is forever.

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6 Elizabeth April 13, 2014 at 10:18 am

I’ve never heard if this site but it looks awesome! Thanks for sharing. :)

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7 Wendy April 21, 2014 at 10:23 pm

True story: I still speak with one ex (we follow each other on social media). The big reason why? When we were dating I told him, “If you’re ever not happy, if you ever want to end things – just be honest with me. Just tell me. Just be up front about it.” And he was. We were both young, in college, and I was at a point in my life where I was just over guys lying to me. Seriously, I’m a grown-up – you can be a grown-up too.

I am so, so sorry you are going through this – and yes, he’s an asshat who doesn’t deserve you. It will sting for a while – maybe a long while – but it will get better with time. But seriously? Asshat.

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