I just didn’t fucking understand. I was a good woman, I was beautiful, I knew damn well I was good in bed, my body was top tier, and I had my own money. Yet, every man I encountered found some reason or another to cheat on me. Actually, there was never a reason. Anytime I tried to get one, they would always shrug or be speechless, eventually saying they didn’t know why they did it. It was a surprise my self-esteem was as intact as it was.
