More TV fun
Ok, this one IS a guilty pleasure. Although it usually ends up making me feel sad.
Cheaters.
What a show.
It’s filmed here in the Dallas area, which adds just a bit more intrigue as I try to discern where the people are exactly. I recognize the locations some of the time, but not always.
Like a train wreck or a car crash, I want to look away, but I’m somehow drawn to the pain and suffering of women and men being cheated on by their spouses/partners. It’s interesting to watch the reactions of the people who have been caught. Sometimes they are remorseful, but often times, they really don’t give a damn that they’ve hurt someone who loved them. They brush it off as nothing and move on with their lives. And this is what I don’t understand. Infidelity has such a damaging and lasting effect on people. How can they not even care?
My dad was a cheater. He’s had 3 wives and wasn’t faithful to any of them. And people wonder why I’m so jaded. I’m quite certain that if the show “Cheaters” and today’s technology had been around in 1978, my mother certainly would have enlisted their services in catching him at it.
But she did catch him, without the help of high-tech spying equipment and a private investigator. No, she did her own PI work. She had the intuition, a gut feeling, and she was absolutely right.
Dad left his first wife for my mother. Then he left her for some other woman, but ended up marrying someone else. Just a year into that marriage, he cheated on her too, but apparently she had some magical vice grip on his balls that prevented him from doing it again. Or maybe he just got sneakier. Who knows.
Cheating is one of my very few deal breakers in a relationship. I have no tolerance for unfaithfulness, and I fail to understand why some people find it acceptable. But hey, to each their own. I just won’t have it in my life.
The last time I watched “Cheaters”, the ending segment was dedicated to a man who had passed away. He was one of the cheating husbands they had busted in a previous episode. And the funniest thing about it was how they referred to him:
“The beloved suspect”
Cheaters.
What a show.
It’s filmed here in the Dallas area, which adds just a bit more intrigue as I try to discern where the people are exactly. I recognize the locations some of the time, but not always.
Like a train wreck or a car crash, I want to look away, but I’m somehow drawn to the pain and suffering of women and men being cheated on by their spouses/partners. It’s interesting to watch the reactions of the people who have been caught. Sometimes they are remorseful, but often times, they really don’t give a damn that they’ve hurt someone who loved them. They brush it off as nothing and move on with their lives. And this is what I don’t understand. Infidelity has such a damaging and lasting effect on people. How can they not even care?
My dad was a cheater. He’s had 3 wives and wasn’t faithful to any of them. And people wonder why I’m so jaded. I’m quite certain that if the show “Cheaters” and today’s technology had been around in 1978, my mother certainly would have enlisted their services in catching him at it.
But she did catch him, without the help of high-tech spying equipment and a private investigator. No, she did her own PI work. She had the intuition, a gut feeling, and she was absolutely right.
Dad left his first wife for my mother. Then he left her for some other woman, but ended up marrying someone else. Just a year into that marriage, he cheated on her too, but apparently she had some magical vice grip on his balls that prevented him from doing it again. Or maybe he just got sneakier. Who knows.
Cheating is one of my very few deal breakers in a relationship. I have no tolerance for unfaithfulness, and I fail to understand why some people find it acceptable. But hey, to each their own. I just won’t have it in my life.
The last time I watched “Cheaters”, the ending segment was dedicated to a man who had passed away. He was one of the cheating husbands they had busted in a previous episode. And the funniest thing about it was how they referred to him:
“The beloved suspect”
Labels: cheaters, infidelity, vice grips for balls
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