Someone like you

I was riding in the car and the song, “Someone like you” by Adele came on the radio. It got me thinking about past situations. I thought of women in the past who tried to be the other woman to the man in my life. I imagined them listening to this song. I imagined the feelings and thoughts they might have as they did so. It also crossed my mind that society has taken a strange turn when the songs have gone from the old songs of the woman scorned to songs that almost romanticize infidelity.

You take Hinders song “Lips of an angle”. When I was going threw my divorce I remember getting really angry every time I'd hear it on the radio. I guess that kind of dates my divorce if your familiar, but oh well. The moral backwardness just blows my mind.

Don’t romanticize stupidity.

Why do these women do this? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not letting men off the hook but for the moment I just want to focus on women. Do you really, honestly believe that you can win here? Even if you win, what have you won?

One could argue, “Sometimes things happen.” Ok. As much as I hate to entertain this, in the sake of fairness I will. When I was younger I met a man who I had a brief affair with. He lived alone and there where no signs of a wife or family. It never even occurred to me that could have been a possibility. Then one morning he received a phone call and said he had to leave out of state. Apparently something was going on with his wife that required his immediate attention.

“WIFE?!?!?”

Apparently they where getting “divorced” but I really didn’t care at that point. When they got divorced I might have considered it, but it did not happen for quiet some time. And not before I had well moved on with my life. Had I known he was married the affair would have never occurred and when I learned he was, in my mind it was over. It wasn’t because I wasn’t in love with him. For a time, I was. But it’s about having a moral compass and self control. I left and that was it. I saw him around. I thought about him occasionally. I even managed to remain friendly with him.

Shawn Colvin did a song called, “The facts about Jimmy” - it made me think of him then and it makes me think of him now and in a way I guess that was my “infidelity” song. But I would like to imagine that “Jimmy” in the song, like in my life, had not been forthcoming in the beginning and the end of there affair was like mine, as a result of learning about the whole truth. Probably not, but that’s how I’d like to imagine it.

During my first marriage I actually had a women have the gall to curse me out over my husband. She genuinely believed that he had left me and that they where going to live happily ever after. Funnily enough before this I had no clue about her or any of that. I was completely blindsided by the affair but level headed enough to point out to her that I was unaware of that and she needed to bare in mind she was the “other” woman. Not only did he not leave me for her but our marriage lasted almost another 4 years after the fact. I hate to admit that point but it was his first affair and I allowed him to convince me it was a mistake and would never, ever happen again. The only mistake in his mind though was that he allowed himself to be caught. I had my suspicions over the years that followed but to be able to prove them definitively? I really couldn’t. Only later and via circumstance where the puzzle pieces aligned.

Now, I believe there are two kinds of women in the world who get involved with married men. The ones who don’t know and the ones who do. For the ones who don’t know? I forgive you. Now that you do? Have some self respect and leave. The ones that do know? What is wrong with you? Really? Are you that sad, pathetic, desperate, lonely, stupid, arrogant? ….I could go on and on.

Like I said, you will never win. In the process you knowingly destroy a family and home. If you do manage to get the man to leave his wife for you? Congratulations! You’re a home wrecker! If you decide to keep the prize you “won”, you’ll suffer the rest of your time together living in terror that he’ll someday do the same to you.

Oh, and btw if you’re just one of those little whores who just wants to see if you can take another woman’s husband away? Well, I’ll just say, there’s a special place in hell for people like that. And one day you might just meet the crazy wife who will put you there.

“I was born to be a war horse.”

Many know of Alexander the Great, as he was one of the most famous and controversial historical figures of ancient Greece. Son of king Philip of Macedon, a legendary warrior in his own right, Alexander spent his life consumed with the pursuit of world domination. Even as a boy he was of a strong mind and fervent personality. What story many don’t know is that of his horse, Bucephalus, and how their life together came to be.

Around the time of Alexander’s early teenage years, Philip, his father, obtained a horse of exquisite breeding standards. Said to have surpassed the mythical Pegasus in his grandeur and heroic attributes. One can imagine the elegant baroque musculature, his deep black coat glistening as he arrogantly pranced. The dock of his tail erect, main and tail thrashing threw the air. His face was adorn with a white mark on his forehead. The only undesirable physical trait being one eye discolored and blue. The problem? Every attendant who attempted to mount him was met with the fiercest of resistance.

Philip understood the potential value of the animal but because of his behavior decided to rid himself of the beast. Alexander, who had been watching closely the horse for sometime protested. He said to his father, “It is a shame to waste such a fine animal because of poor riders.” Philip who was well versed in horse flesh found Alexander’s word impertinent, but the boy persisted. Philip responded by essentially saying, “Who are you to question these men of experience?” Alexander again repeated his conviction, “..a shame to waste such a creature for the lack of others ability.”

Philip was annoyed with his son’s disrespect, but for the moment indulged him.
“So you think you can do better?” he replied.

Alexander responded that if he could not ride the animal then he would pay the large sum of his value in wager. If he could the horse would be his. Philip agreed to the terms, perhaps thinking his son would be taught a lesson.

The men surrounding looked on as Alexander approached the horse. Some in laughter, some in fear and concern that the boy would most certainly meet great injury from the creature. Alexander approached the horse kindly and confidently. He gently stroked his shoulder, neck and face, assessing his response as he did so. He took him by the reins, turning his head east, facing him towards the sun. In what seemed an instant he was atop the massive beast. In a flash they where off across the land in a furious burst of speed. Alexander allowed the horse to excerpt himself to fatigue. A short while later he rode back to the group of men where his father was standing. There was a feeling of shock and aw, followed by jovial cheers for the boys feat. His father then said to his son, “Seek yourself a kingdom fitting for yourself because Macedonia is too small for your greatness!” Bucephalus was now his and would be his closest and dearest companion for many years to come.

You may ask now, what was so special about the story? It is said, Alexander, by observation, found the horse to be skittish of the shadows. Something no one else had considered. When the others had attempt to mount the horse they would pay no mind to the clues of his aggression. They would simply become frustrated by the battle he posed them. Alexander was able to tame his horse threw understanding rather than force. He approached the problem from a different perspective. He turned the animal towards the sun to blind him from shadow. He kept his confidence about him in handling the animal, allowed him freedom of rein to gain his trust. From then on, they shared a bond that no other could obtain.



Yes, I’m dedicated. :)