The problems came when I got attached, or when the partner who was being cheated on found out, suddenly shattering the whole illusion and exposing it for what it really is: dishonorable at best. Sometimes just plain sordid.
And ultimately I realized that the real confession I had to make was to myself. I was hiding from something. Real commitment. Real love. So long as I was chasing the things I couldn’t have, I didn’t have to face the things I could. By being involved with unavailable men…I didn’t really have to get involved with anyone. I won’t say I had a fear of commitment, but I certainly seemed to have an aversion to it. And it was only when I asked myself why I’d become a habitual other woman that I was able to break the habit.
