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Simultaneously simple and profound, the best advice is also almost universally applicable.
Golda Meir's "Don't be so humble; you're not that great" comes under that rubric.
So does a line from one of my mentors from grad school: "The people who don't like you now, darling, will simply like you less as time passes.
Stop trying to please them."I listened to grandmothers: Feed a cold, starve a fever, finish what's on your plate and don't go near the water until an hour after lunch.
And that’s our best case analysis of the situation. To be blunt, his story really sounds like a well worn story that a married guy uses to get laid outside his marriage. Visualize yourself in that future wife role — down the road with this gent — and then tell me how this same model for behavior works for you from that viewpoint.
It plays on a prospective sexual companion’s sympathies and eliminates any sense of competition. It also portrays the guy as a hapless victim — rather than a calculating perpetrator. Then we need to ask you why you are attracted to a guy who acts like he is a victim? So how do you imagine he will be transformed into an upright, responsible, solid and reliable guy down the road, when it’s your turn to play the “wife” role in his drama? Talk to the countless women who wanted to believe in that fairy tale, too. How do you feel when the next “other woman” enters, stage left?
We sit across from one another at the Greasy Spoon diner, reaching over the table to touch hands, caressing thumbs with the tenderness of a violin player. We joke and laugh, we talk, we sit in pure adoration. At the start of it all, the perks of the situation swam happily in my mind. Like most modern women, I felt I only needed a man for one thing, and a coupled lifestyle was not that thing. There would be no awkward morning-afters, no constant phone calls or texts. He loved me and worshipped me and spoke of our future.
I know every inch of his face and he knows every inch of mine. If I had never let things progress, I wouldn’t feel the hurt tugging on my heartstrings when we needed to disguise our relationship or feel the jealousy when he went home to his wife, as he always did. I could have all the space I wanted and I would hear no complaints from his end. But what started out as a simple, no-strings-attached relationship (or at least the illusion of one) evolved into much more. Maybe it was the jolt of electricity we both felt when we first met and shook hands or maybe it was our mutual understanding of the other’s troubles. We became each other’s go-to when one of us needed support.
Now is the time to let loose — complain, cry, yell and develop expectations.I order his food (one Belgium waffle on the soft side, a plate of crispy bacon) and he orders mine (a short stack, no butter, a bowl of fruit, a side of extra crispy bacon). And the casual friendship-with-benefits morphed into a caring, loving relationship. They didn’t know what was going on; all they knew was my seemingly unnecessary depression.