Unpublished post, originally written 10/28/08 for my now defunct state of sex education blog on gURL.
When I was in high school my boyfriend, Cam cheated on me.
The first time it happened, I heard about it from my friend, Angie, who pulled me aside at a party to give me the bad news. I burst into tears, and confronted Cam. But he masterfully denied that anything had happened and convinced me that Angie was just trying to break us up.
“I didn’t want to tell you, Ellen,” he said, “But she’s come on to me when you weren’t around.”
Needless to say, Angie and I were never close again.
Soon after that, my friend Tammy, told me that Cam had hit on her one night. Again, I confronted Cam, yelling at him on the bus home and telling him we were through.
“Tammy’s such a slut,” Cam fumed. "I can’t believe you’d take her word over mine. You know she’s just jealous of our relationship.”
He made the same excuses when my friend Monica told me he had hit on her. And when Jen told me they made out.
As with each previous time, I would start out angry at Cam, and end up angry at my girlfriend.
Finally, in the middle of 12th grade, two and a half years into our relationship, Cam’s roommate, Mandy took me out for coffee.
"Ellen," she said. "You know Cam cheats on you?" She gave me a list of names and told me that he’d had girls over to the apartment they shared.
At that point, I couldn’t deny the situation any longer.
Mandy had a serious boyfriend, was in college, and seemed totally together. I knew she would have had no reason to be interested in my deadbeat boyfriend, who at 19, had yet to finish high school, and was often late with his rent.
Far from being jealous of my relationship, (which Cam often claimed motivated my friends to "make up" his cheating ways), I was pretty sure Mandy just felt sorry for me.
But until that point, it had been so much easier for me to simply blame the girls who told me about Cam, rather than to blame him. Though some of them were close friends, Cam managed to convince me that it was them and not him who were betraying me.
Sadly, I think my experience is pretty typical. Often, girls can’t bear the thought that their boyfriends might actually be cheating, and end up living in a world of denial. Acknowledging the cheating would force them to question every aspect of their relationship and their own self-worth. It would also be likely lead to a break-up, and break-ups can seem even scarier than the nagging suspicion that your beloved hasn’t been faithful.
Blaming the girl who your guy cheats with, or the one who tells you about the situation, means that you can vent your anger at someone while excusing your guy’s behavior. It allows you to maintain the illusion that it’s the two of you against a world that simply doesn’t understand.
After talking to Mandy, I finally broke up with Cam. Much to my surprise, once it was over, I never regretted ending the relationship.
Sure, I was left with a bad case of low self-esteem, an appointment for an HIV test, and friendships that were broken beyond repair. But I was also left with a pretty good radar for manipulation, a low tolerance for lame excuses, and the knowledge that I would never again let myself be put in that situation.
Though the saying goes, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” I wish I had realized at the time that that strength could have still been gained even if I had ended the relationship the first time I heard Cam was a cheater, and not the one hundred and first.