I gotta a question for you. If you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that a good friend of yours’ spouse was having an affair, would you tell them? Better yet, would you want (expect) a person you considered a good friend to tell you if they knew that your spouse was cheating on them?
I had this talk once, with a male friend of mines and he told me implicitly that he would not want to even know if his spouse was having an affair. He thought nothing good would come of it. I was like, whatever. If I was in a relationship and you knew and I mean knew that my significant other was taking the dick else where, I would damn sho’ wanna know. And I would be pissed off if I found out and knew that your ass knew and didn’t at least give me the heads up.
This friend of mines, who will remain nameless (I probably shouldn’t have even specified sex) found out that, unbeknownst to him, that he was involved in open marriage. Ain’t that some shit? The funny part about it was that when he told me the news about this ongoing affair, I told him that I had heard a rumor that his spouse had been having an affair. I told him that I didn’t tell him because I had not proof, but mainly because he’d told me a long time ago that he wouldn’t want to know about such shenanigans. Do you know that his motherfucker pretty much called me a liar about having heard the rumors? I was pissed.
First of all, I don’t lie (not about serious shit). Second of all, why would I lie to you about something that would hurt you? What kind of friend do you think I am? And I know damn well that I am not that kind of friend.
Anyway, I now believe/know that a good friend of mine’s spouse is having an affair. Or at least I know he has being getting blow jobs and possibly having anal sex with at less one female that is not his wife. I can’t tell yall how I know this, but I might to another “I gotta question” post, sometime down the line, that might give you a clue as to how I know about these various sexual escapades. Anyway, the dilemma is to tell or not to tell? I really don’t know. It is a hard choice to make.
Yall know damn well why!
One, because I can’t really prove it. I could have but I let that opportunity slip by.
Two, because I hate when relationships/marriages break up. Even though I am not in one, I would like to see people stick it out and make the shit work. Just call me a hopeless romantic.
Three, because these things rarely work out well for the person who tells. They are always the ones who are turned again and resented, when all they are try to do is help. (Yall know it’s true.)
So there you have it. I am stuck. I have this secrete and I don’t know what to do with it. I can’t tell anyone, because you just never know who you can truly trust. I guess I could discuss it with Sgt. Lupe, but to be honest, she isn’t much help in these matters. She is more about helping start the drama then calming it down.
Speaking of Sgt. Lupe, last night her and I covered one of her troops in the park. He had this 27 year old man, stopped in the park with this 13 year old girl. (she told him she was 19) They hadn’t done anything. The girl, I guess, could have passed for 19 physically, but not mentally. The officer cuts the guy some tickets and we that the lying little hussy home (and yes, she was a hussy). She was dressed in short, short with an over sized t-shirt that made it look like she was wearing only a t-shirt and panties. She was bare foot and didn’t have on a bra. And trust me when I tell you that this little girl was well pass train bra status. Those puppies needed a whip and a chair.
Anyway, since she has lied about her name and her age more than one. She went from being 19, to 15 to 13 we needed to verify who she was. Of course, being a minor we were going to have to release her fast ass to an adult anyway. This little heifer doesn’t know, or claims not to know, anyone’s phone number, address, nothing. So, she takes us to where she is staying, with her aunt. In some apartments a few miles away from the park where she was found.
We follow her into the down stairs apartment (front door left unlocked), thinking that her aunt is going to be home. No such luck.
You know who was at home though? A two year old boy, sleep on the couch and a three year old girl sleep in the only bedroom. What the fuck? You know I was hot. I went off on that little girl so hard and fast. Do you know I went and cut myself a switch? Seriously. She is so damn lucky I couldn’t use it, but I told her that was what she needed and if she was just a teensy bit blood of mind, they’d have to pull me off her tail. I threatened to call child protective services on her and take all three of them down to there headquarters. She started crying, but I didn’t give a damn! How the hell you gonna get into a car with a grown ass man, and then leave two toddlers home alone, WITH THE DOOR UNLOCKED! Oh, I was hot.
She is so lucky Sgt. Lupe was there. They found another aunt to come pick them all up. And the little hussy didn’t even know the number to where her aunt, the kid’s mother, worked. We had to get that from an upstairs neighbor.
(Yeap, a CPS referral was still completed).
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.
Two post in one. You can’t get much better than that, huh? LOL