All is not well in the vampire universe. Bella has cheated on Edward. Not even with Jacob but some elderly imprinted werewolf. Edward has fled in pain. Women across the world have descended into depression. There is no faith to be had in love anymore. There’s no happily ever after. There’s nothing. Nothing.
Cheating. The one topic I hoped to not hear/talk/think about this week, considering as its been the keyword among my girl gang this week. Even before the Stewart-Sanders mess blew up, incidentally. No, none of us had been cheated upon by our boyfriends. At least, not that we know of.
The topic turned hot when a friend, let’s call her Kristen, confessed that she had gotten “close” with Rupert, who happens to be another friend (Liberty’s) boyfriend. It was mutual, but they wouldn’t act upon it, they decided. So, in the next two days, we discussed it endlessly. Was Kristen the villain? But she was not the one in the relationship, it was Rupert. But she was still lying to Liberty. And then, there was the question of what constitutes cheating? Is flirting forgivable? What about sexting? Emotional bonding?
We found few answers. But some realisations came easily. Few couples (except for maybe Lily and Marshall), ever live through a long-term relationship without confronting the nightmare of a partner straying. Let’s admit it. One of the first things we learn after growing up is that nothing is as sacrosanct as they all said it was. Least of all, a marriage.
If you talk to enough people, you’ll know. Everyone cheats. Or wants to cheat. Or thinks of cheating. It doesn’t make it okay. But what it does is make you realise that you shouldn’t be so fast to judge. To condemn. The cheating infidel, the “other woman” could just as well be you. You might want to give it a thought the next time you so want to comment on Stewart-Sanders.