By Heather L. Lawton
Wives do it, too. But we’re discussing them now. They, more than wives, can’t resist infidelity. Tony Soprano put Carmela through the wringer. But we have enough real-life unsettling madness to point to. From Hollywood to Washington, D.C., to your next-door neighbors (they’ve even lied their way into their bedrooms). They’ve cheated on wives and told them to do as they say, not as they do, warning that if they mimic their thoughtless, harmful rituals, they’ll leave. They’ll never have their family and friends pointing at them and laughing. Them, be married to a slut? Never. A wife be married to a whore? Well, he may have a sex addiction, so she’s in limbo (Although women have been on the fence about leaving a man who’s transitioned into a woman. Jeez).
Society’s complicity with cheating husbands and mandatory pristine reputations for wives could be linked to the Holy Bible: The Virgin Mary had to conceive immaculately, while Abraham had a concubine and 8 children. Women constantly walk on moral eggshells; the slightest interaction with a male coworker can trigger harsh judgment. A wife’s every move is scrutinized by a husband’s friends and family, who, by the way, would never encourage him to stay with a “cheating whore.”
However, the latest celebrity tells women to remain with their cheating husbands. But has she considered the wife’s mental and physical health? Suppose the woman she’s advising to stay with her adulterer could have avoided contracting HIV had she left him a week earlier?
Singer and icon Stephanie Mills sat down with Shannon Sharpe on his podcast, Club Shay Shay, and told his audience that women should stay with their philandering husbands. Her reasoning is that the incumbent wife shouldn’t give up what she helped her husband build—financially, family, lifestyle—so the “other woman” can enjoy it.
Mills makes such a blanketed statement, not considering a wife’s mental state, the mistress’ mental state and above all, health. Forensic Files, Dateline, and 48 Hours Mystery have all showcased wives who were murdered by their husbands and husbands’ lovers. And what about the vile, invisible nocturnal viruses that slither in unannounced and uninvited through their husbands’ “treasure shaft”? We’re talking about treatable venereal diseases, but what’s most concerning is the shit you can’t get rid of that he may bring back to his wife’s bed.
I say to America, you better get mad till you get fucking glad. I’m out!
