My friends and I were talking about husbands and wives the other night. About husbands cheating on their wives and wives cheating on their husbands. About why they do it, about the male code of silence when a buddy is cheating on his wife (they don't tell their wives, who may just tell the wronged wife), about women having affairs with their friends' husbands (an egregious violation of sisterhood!), whether or not mistresses have it so good, why anyone would cheat on a "perfect" spouse, and how you would know if your spouse is cheating on you (according to my mom: "You just know").
Enough topics to fill a week's worth of blog posts (wait -- well, that's an idea!) but I need more than 15 minutes to say what I want to say about any one of them, and unfortunately that's all I have tonight.
So I'll say this for now. Sometimes we think we know the full story, that we know who the villains and the victims are because one left the other and that should be clear enough. But we have to be especially careful not to judge, and especially not to vilify, because somewhere in the middle of black and white exist thousands of shades of gray. As the old adage goes, there's his version and her version and then there's the truth.
The only thing we know for sure is that the truth hurts.
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