Yes, I know that, and I’ve addressed my flippant comment now. And I speak as someone who was cheated on despite being a good, faithful partner so I do get a.) the tendency to blame yourself or wonder what you could have done differently and b.) the realization that all I did was trust someone and he violated that…

I think what threw me is that I wasn’t THAT young when this went down. I was 30, which feels like...I should have been able to see the signs sooner? Something? I’m also trusting to a point of stupidity, and sort of a late bloomer so maybe I was due for this type of relationship, but it just hit later in life? Anyway,…

I think that really only works if neither of you are with the cheater anymore. I can’t really imagine staying friends with her had I stayed, or had she gone back to him after I left. I appreciate her guts: she had no idea, really, if I’d freak out on her or try to make her life miserable (they worked together) or…

I 100% agree with you and was definitely making light of this, which is dumb of me.

Duh.

Um, who would marry a 27 year old? Her uterus has probably turned to dust!

Oh, bummer!

Oh, I was only speculating about the side chicks who would put up with the sneaking around (although it doesn’t sound like anyone was being THAT stealth!) but for Beyonce...obviously they share a connection and at this point, it may just be about giving it another shot for the baby’s sake. My BFF and her husband are…

I sure hope so because that’s all I got! I can also sing Baby Got Back from memory, you know, to keep things spicy.

Yeah, Victoria’s Secret fitters are very sweet, but generally off. I had a fitting for funsies at a very shmancy lingerie shop and HOLY SHIT was that helpful. Not helpful? The fact that I’m basically in between sizes so I always have to grab two of each style to compare, but at least now I know so I can make good…

Not sure for her because she has her own, but $$$$$$$ for lots and lots of women out there. That, and the belief that he may leave OMGBeyonce for her and her magic vag.

A coworker and I were just talking about how if Beyonce is being cheated on then what the fuck hope do the rest of us slobs have? Like, why does my husband even bother coming home each night knowing it’s gonna be me singing “Pinot Noir” at the top of my lungs with a glass of wine in my hand while wearing Target…

If they employ assistants to track infidelity rumors, they likely employ at least two nannies to distract the kid during fights.

Have you seen the 30 Rock episode where Liz and Criss go to Ikea? It’s amazing. Her guy friends confess that they wait outside the store to console/pick up o newly single women since so many relationships end over a fight like the one you just described.

Ah yes, I forgot about all that shit! I remember people freaking out outside of the aforementioned store where I used to work because the policy was either you allow everyone to be able to solicit outside, or you ban everyone and so the Salvation Army bell-ringers weren’t allowed back. I guess the other solution - to…

Relationships are what you make of them. I mean, I rarely scream at my husband before the Grammys. See? It doesn’t have to be that difficult!

The best part was that they’d print them and wave them around like evidence in a fucking murder trial. It was awesome and awful all at once.

But now that men are allowed in the women’s restroom I’m so confused! I need to lie down. Please ready my fainting couch.

Ooh, good catch! Also, this bears mentioning again because it’s amaaaaazing:

Thank you. I have been duly chastised and will report my misdeed to the nearest adult male relative or maybe a policeman.