A Little Respect

Item: A California woman decided to take a page from Lorena Bobbit and remove her husband's member. She drugged him up, led him to bed, and commenced slicing. This woman took it a step further, however. There will be no fortunate reunion in the OR for her hubby - she tossed the offending piece of flesh into the garbage disposal. I didn't read the whole piece, but I'm going to assume that she thought or knew that her husband was cheating on her.

This really has nothing to do with anything, other than the fact that I was talking about the Bobbitt case with a friend on Facebook yesterday and I mentioned in passing that I had thought that, if she'd REALLY wanted to get him, she would have ground it up in the disposal. So both of us were kind of appalled to see the California story this morning, and I wanted an excuse to use it, so now I have one.

I don't condone mutilation - or violence of any sort - as a means of dealing with being wronged by your mate. But I had a conversation of another sort with my "partner" (I can't bring myself to say "boyfriend" at my age but haven't come up with a successful alternative yet) when he got home from work last night. Let me state right here that it made me exceptionally proud of him, which I am anyway, all the time. It made me love him even more. 

Someone at his job, another male, let us call him Thing 1, asked him if he would sleep with a particular woman. Chef Boyfriend responded, "I don't cheat." And Thing 1 said, "Why?" 

WHY? I have a better question: Why WOULD you?


I have never understood infidelity. For the life of me I haven't. If you don't want to be in a relationship - be it marriage or whatever - then get out of it. Don't make the commitment in the first place, even. Commitment is not for everyone, I will admit. You have to be sure, first of all, that you're enough of an adult to keep your id and your ego in check and not grab every single piece of candy that's in front of you. You have to be a grown up. You have to be aware that there will be times that the person you have committed to is not going to look all that appealing to you. They're going to be a pain in the ass, frankly, and you're going to want to call them names and slam the door in their face. It happens. People have warts, all people. So if you're going to commit to someone, you're going to have to accept that person, warts and all, and not necessarily love the warts, but love them despite the warts. That cute little chewing thing that you find so endearing on the third date is going to turn into a horrendous chomping by the end of the first year. Trust me. Real love is not for the faint of heart or the immature. So if you're really not sure that you can restrain yourself, if you're not completely sold on the fact that you're going to be able to resist another person telling you how fabulous you are - and really and truly hurting and damaging your partner - then don't do it. 


Because you could wind up with a body part in the garbage disposal. Or worse, you could find yourself the subject of one of my blogs. And NOBODY wants that.