If a girl wanted to bang another guy, that's fine. I just wish she would tell me, so I could let her go. That way we might just be able to stay buddies.
Cheating makes me sick. The secrecy, lies and other putrid behaviour related to cheating. I wouldn't forgive someone who cheated on me. They must take me for a fool. And I probably would be fooled for a while, too. But I would be fooling myself. I would know what was going on. No doubt I would try to hide from it; try to convince myself that I am being paranoid, and everything that seems off is just coincidence. It would eventually swell, however, into a giant ball of pus not even I could ignore; confrontation on the matter inevitable.
I wouldn't be violent. Being cheated on would make me feel low enough—I wouldn't need looking like some ruthless redneck on The Jerry Springer Show to make me worse. No, I would spring it out on her one day; hurl it from my gut as if the whole ordeal was a poison I had swallowed. It would be a question. No way do I have enough faith in my instincts to outright accuse her of something. Should she say no? I don't know. That's a whole other problem. Yes, on the other hand, is simple. She would be out of my life. Him, too. He would probably be a friend, because that's the way things seem to go. I would do everything in my power to never talk to them again.
If either of them tried to patch things up, I would ignore them. Sure, I would flirt with the idea of forgiving them once or twice. An idea easy to trash, though. I guess I'm just unfairly stubborn about some things. Being lied to and cheated on likes this by my friends is one of these things.
How would I deal with a one-off cheat? I don't know. I guess if it didn't snowball into the kind of long-term cheat mentioned before then I would never notice it. Unless I was told about it, which could.. I don't know. It's complicated. I suppose it would be better to wait and see with this one.
Gah.