Now John Edwards is a philanderer?
It bothers me that so many people are disloyal to the people they love. I don't understand it. I have never cheated on anyone, and I think I have been loyal to everyone who has passed through my life.
Spending most of my life with expatriates and poets and artists and writers and actors, I have seen my share of messed up things when it comes to love and friendship, and I've gotten used to seeing other people complicate their lives with betrayal, but betrayal is still the only thing I cannot forgive. Anything else can be forgotten with time, but not betrayal.
When people betray me, I cut them out. I stop talking to them. I try to forget they exist. I don't get angry; I get melancholy. After all, to me, someone has died.
I am not judging anyone. I've learned not to judge when it comes to the way people handle their romantic lives. But it certainly tramples a bit on my hopes and my belief that most of us are good.
Betrayal cuts deep. Brutus is a villain. Judas is the bad guy. Delilah...
Well, there are still more people I talk to than don't. Inductive reasoning for now will have to do.