The Highs and Lows of Being Cheated On

By Anthony David Vernon

Mania

“The bitch cheated on me,” I laughed over the line.

There was a brief pause until Bass suggested, “You should come over.”

Might as well, I could use a drinking buddy for a time like this.

It was only a 10-minute suburban ride, where I gave in to my feelings of driving 75 in the 30, keeping my windows rolled down, and blaring Death Grips’ Hacker on repeat.

“I’m in your area,” I called to Bass outside his place. Bass greeted me solemnly, and I sloppily said, “I’m 3 Nattys deep, you want the rest of the pack?” Bass nodded no and then guided me to his backyard. Well…there wasn’t much of a yard, only some dead grass and dying palms complemented by shattered patio tiles.

Bass pulled up some torn chairs and offered up his vape. I snatched the vape from him and hogged the hell out of it. All the while, I believe Bass was trying to console me, but I just wanted to go.

“I should find out who fucked her,” I blurted at some point.

“Before we do all that, how do you know that she cheated?” Bass asked.

“Her best friend, well, I guess the closest thing she has to a best friend, who will likely now be a former best friend, anyways, told me and showed me some DMs,” I quickly spat.

“So you got a name?” Bass bluntly stated.

“Nah, Daisy cropped out the fucker’s name,” I said, “I just got to confront this fucker, whoever he is, and if I pester Daisy enough, she’ll give in.”

“And do what?” Bass worryingly asked.

I knew what I wanted to do, but I told Bass, “I just need to talk things out.”

Depression

“My girl cheated on me,” I spoke dejectedly.

There was a poignant pause until Bass suggested, “You should come over.”

I think I would be better off with the company. But I couldn’t bring myself to go over, so I called Bass, “Could you come over here?”

It was only a 10-minute suburban ride for him. When he arrived, he called me saying, “I’m in your area.”

I let him inside my living room, well, there wasn’t much living room here, I spent almost all of my time in my bedroom. Bass plopped on my dusty couch, and I joined. He began to say the generic appropriate consoling words and then came to ask, “Do you know who she got with?”

“What does it matter,” I responded softly.

“Well, how did you find out that she cheated?” Bass questioned.

“Daisy,” I simply said, but I could tell Bass wanted a further explanation. “She called me and sent some DMs between Lily and some guy.”

“Amp, if you got the DMs, how do you not know who did her, and how did Daisy get the DMs?” Bass asked with confusion.

“I only know the former; she cropped out the guy’s name, she told me it’s someone I know, which honestly just makes things worse,” I stated.

Bass looked at me sadly, “Anything you need.”

I answered slowly, “I just need to talk things out.”