Oh, how I wish my lying, cheating ex-boyfriend could read. I would have loved to have done something like this. (Okay, okay, I kid, he was semi-literate.)
Apparently, being the other woman took such a toll on this lady she decided to very publicly lash out at her very public boyfriend, by posting the evidence anywhere and everywhere.

This latest rendition of “You cheating bastard” begs the question so eloquently posed by writer Carrie Seim:

How dumb can these cheating husbands get?

You send late-night texts to these women, take them on vacations, mail them letters, promise them a wedding reception performance by the Dave Matthews Band – and then expect them to keep quiet? Someone always finds out – and your risk is directly proportional to your level of fame and/or income. Mistresses don’t just go away when you’re bored with them – especially if you’ve got a lot to lose.

The sad part in this type of revenge story is that no one really wins. Maybe the cheater, if he can manage to assuage one of the women involved enough to keep them around, or if he manages to avoid contracting and spreading venereal disease. But the scorned woman, in my experience, finds little comfort in outrageous efforts to get even. You’ve still loved, and lost, and now maybe other people are feeling hurt too. That’s not really comfort, or even closure. Thinking back to the revenge plot where the women did bizzarre things with their lover’s penis and some super-glue, I can’t help but wonder how much more outrageous these kinds of stories may get.

I understand the temptation for the ultimate revenge. Trust me, I do. But I’m not sure that lashing out is really helpful. Is it better to keep your head up and walk away gracefully? I think so. But I’m open to persuasion on that.

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