With chump hindsight (which is most of this site — regret served up as warning, with a side dollop of snark) you can see the utter futility of confrontation. May as well stick a sign on your forehead that says, “Lie to me”
But when you’re a new-born chump, fresh in the nightmare, confronting a cheater about Craigslist profiles feels like an urgent thing to do! They will EXPLAIN it! Surely this cannot be what it looks like?
Chumps immediately fall into the skein. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
Next rookie mistake, we deludedly think this is some sort of teaching moment.
I shall confront you with my FEELINGS about your treachery, and you will SEE THE LIGHT. The heavens will part, Jesus will descend a staircase of clouds, and you shall have INSIGHT!
And yet… it never works out like that.
What happens next? The three channels — rage, self-pity, “charm.” Time you could’ve spent lawyering up, freezing credit, and getting STD checks.
So today’s Friday Challenge is to tell CN how that whole confrontation thing worked out for you? Did you get a unicorn? What happened?