I was reading an article online about cheating and the fantasy of coming face-to-face with the wench that ruined everything (of course, I can’t find the article now, but whatever, you get my drift). This happened to me, but in a very, very strange way, with a slightly satisfying outcome.
I was in a long relationship, and subsequently found out he was seeing someone else. Mostly through my powers of intuition, realizing his abrupt emotional distance, then finding a DVD underneath the front passenger seat of his car that we didn’t watch together, did I come to this conclusion. Then I did something very, very bad (which I don’t regret) — I took his pager from him (remember pager days, ack!) when he left town for work. Then I waited for the repeat secret number to come up — I think it was “14.” I saw it a few times, but then she was smart enough to leave her actual house number. I called it back. When I asked who it was, she gave up her name, then I informed her that I had just purchased the pager from a stranger, and that the prior owner was no more.
Then, I went online to do a reverse phone number look-up. I confirmed her address (with a handwritten map I also found in my ex’s glove box) and her last name. Armed with new information, I called her back. Her parents gladly informed me she was back to school at OU and gave me her dorm number (stupid). Her roommate answered, and I was shaking trying to piece together what I would say to her.
Getting straight to the point, I told her that she and I were dating the same guy (me, for a lot longer). Then I just said, “Hey, just one woman looking out for another,” then hung up after she nervously thanked me.
Now, I am completely aware that my methods are borderline psycho, and to my defense, I was young and inexperienced at dating. But something in me felt as though I had an obligation more to the “other woman” than to my asshole boyfriend that was cheating on me. Who, by the way, told her that I was (of course) his psycho ex-girlfriend, even though we continued to date after this occurred. What can I say, I had zero confidence in myself or otherwise. And somehow I felt that calling him out in such a manner would prevent him from doing it again (it didn’t).
Years passed — I eventually got out of the toxic relationship — and while I was working at Wet Seal during a Friends & Family sale, her name came up on the screen after a swipe of her frequent customer card. I was finally looking face to face with the girl that had a part in breaking up my relationship (nothing I ever pictured her as either, which somehow made me feel better about the whole damn thing). Again, with never being able to keep my mouth shut (and not kicking myself later over a lost opportunity), I said, “Oh, I think we have a mutual friend…” then gave up my ex’s name. She glanced over my name tag, turned white as a ghost, said something like “OMG, Melinda”… then fucking apologized.
Question is: would you warn the other person, if you found out who they were? Or just keep your mouth shut, and dump the bastard anyway?
See? Sometimes I’m not always the one in pursuit of your boyfriend, but you are of mine.
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