Yes, that person you risked our entire relationship for, finances, children’s home life, shared history — You Didn’t Even Like Him.
Cheaters would have us believe that fucking them was a chore. Utterly repellant! They never came.
And it was so distasteful, so awful, and they feel such antipathy for this person, they had to create secret Facebook accounts to message them, and get secret cell phones, and sneak around — all to have time with this person they heartily disdain.
And aren’t attracted to.
And don’t respect.
And they were thinking of you All The Time!
Now, for those of you chumps who had cheaters who did nothing but wax poetic about the affair partner, you might at some level envy the chumps who got the “I don’t even like him” mindfuckery. Don’t. “I don’t even like him” is a play for cake. Maybe, just maybe they like you better! Won’t you do a pretty pick me dance to ensure your place in their affections?
What is a chump to make of this?
You value me SO MUCH that you risked everything we had together for someone you DON’T LIKE? And you went back for seconds and thirds? What, do I disgust you that much?
(Cue the sad sausage, broken, self destructive, coping mechanism excuses.)
Proper chump response?
“I don’t like you either.”