Beautiful Liar

It’s so ironic that when I opened last month’s Cosmopolitan magazine today, the page that greeted me was Cosmo Controversy with the topic:

Would You Rather Know If Your Guy Cheated on You or Not?

The answers are all very interesting.

“I’d choose heartache over being duped. Imagine the tragedy of being in love with a jerk who’s playing around with other chicks.”

“I don’t want to play the fool. Getting my heart bruised is easier to swallow than not ever knowing the real score.”

“If he has the guts to admit what he did, it proves that he wants to save the relationship.”

“We all get burned out at some point. He has to come clean so I know whether he deserves my love or not.”

“A guy who truly values me would never cheat on me. If he did stray, I’d rather know the truth no matter how much it would hurt. That way, I can decide if the relationship is worth keeping.”

“There’s wisdom to that saying “boys will be boys.” They’re hardwired to stray. I’ll let him sort things out by himself and protect myself from unnecessary pain, too.”

“If I were in the same situation, I wouldn’t tell my boyfriend, either, and just let things run its course. The worst mistakes can happen to the best people.”

“I think everyone—male or female—is capable of being unfaithful. I don’t mind being kept in the dark, as long as he nips it in the bud and learns from his mistakes.”



Hay nako.

But I’ve made my decision and I’m going to stick with it. I just wish he keeps his promise.