It hurts, no matter how you find out.
A new study looks at what’s going on in the heads and hearts of cheaters.
How being the other woman was a deep learning experience.
Not my proudest moment I assure you, but it happened nonetheless.
I’d been wandering around the world wounded and broken.
My sister celebrated something that resulted in a level of devastation I’ve yet to recover from.
I didn’t feel bad about it. In fact, I felt angry at his girlfriend for existing.
It starts innocently enough…
“No one will ever know you like I do.”
If cheating is so awful, why do so many of us do it?
It makes us feel better about ourselves to point the finger, but at what cost?