Sandra Bullock

What's with all these cheaters lately? John Edwards, Tiger Woods, Jesse James?! I'm so frustrated because they seem to all be married to good girls- you know, the ones to raise a family with? To "take home to mom!" I'm just confused! I absolutely am a HUGE fan of Sandra Bullock. I think that she is so funny, ladylike, and GOOD. I mean, how can I know really? Well, I mean...she is okay? I was looking up the latest on her tonight while at work.I found a quote from her that she said awhile back- long before this whole fiasco with her hubs Jesse James. The quote is- "My goal now is to remember every place I've been, only do things I love, and not say yes when I don't mean it." How wonderful! I simply love that quote. But, I'm a quote lover by nature. I just hate that all of these women who are keepers- wives, friends, lovers, advocates, supporters, moms to their husbands children are all getting burned. Uh. It really does look bad on men. For sure, there is NOTHING that any woman could ever do to deserve being cheated on. These men, these cheaters. UGH they are all long term, and with many women. My heart goes out to these strong women- who are struggling to stay or to go. And, I hope that we can all learn something from Sandra's quote. The fact is, nothing is guarenteed. These men all promised to be honest, loving, devoted, and faithful. It really bothers me for them that they are going through these things. I cannot imagine the thought of not knowing. I can't imagine the thought of having to make the decision of whether to stay or go. I cannot imagine the pain, defeat, shattered dreams. I really think that it's never about the sex. So, I'm gonna keep hugging, kissing, and (sigh) scratching my husband's back while he falls asleep at night. I'm going to try to do a little better about stressing out about all the things that a mistress wouldn't stress about. And, I'm going to pray that I never have to know exactly how they feel.

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