So, a little footnote on that whole "finding out my girlfriend was fucking another guy whilst screaming blue murder at my online dalliances" thing...
I have to be careful, because I don't want to fall into the trap of hypocrisy myself. What she did in no way excuses what I did, nor justifies it. But funnily enough, my efforts were never justified by inherent dissatisfaction with our relationship, either. There were things that happened that never should. Or, in one particular case, should have happened, but should have also been managed better ...
The thing is, given everything else, I could have understood her cheating on me. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have been happy. I'd have been angry and pissed off, but I'd have understood why she might. But what really infuriated me was the righteous rage that carried on, the hypocrisy, and the blaming of me for it all. Funnily, I sent an email to her a month or so ago, and in it I vented a little, and said something like this:
But that's alright. Blame it on me. You did everything you could ...
to which she replied:
You really have no idea at all.
She was right. I didn't. But I do now.
And I’m all the happier with the choice I made, for it. I don’t feel unhappy now. I don't feel discontent. I don't argue every time I open my mouth. And that makes me feel good.