The biggest irony of all: Cheyenne claims to be in graduate school to study sexual ethics.

As for Marl, he never responded to any of my e-mails. I saw him at a party once and he couldn’t look me in the eye. I recently found out he was present at another party I attended but hid from me the entire time. And this was all after I told him revenge was beneath me and that I wasn’t going to hurt him. What a coward. What a worthless excuse for a man.

After this exchange I saw Cheyenne several more times to pick up mail from my old address. We have seen each other in the flesh perhaps four times since I found out about her and Marl.

But with therapy and time, all of my old feelings for Cheyenne which formed over our two year relationship have finally died. I regret our entire relationship and I regret my attempts to bury the hatchet with her after the break-up. I am finally able to see the instinctive wisdom in my original reaction of “I hate you and I never want to see you again.”

I sometimes think about why the break up bothered me so much less than discovering her betrayal. Now I know why:

I had only seen the good in Cheyenne and had created a fantasy of who she actually was. The Cheyenne I had wanted to marry was the one that was “nice” and always had a smile for everyone. She was a person of deep compassion and cared about others. Any guy would be lucky to have a woman like that.

But reading those e-mails to Marl murdered the woman I loved. The real Cheyenne is a hypocritical slut who has never been in the real world for a second. She is completely immature and selfish and uses a smile to get what she wants from other people. She is terrified of confrontation and will go to elaborate lengths to avoid responsibility in relationships.

Cheyenne is also a disgrace to feminism because she uses feminist theory as an excuse to do whatever she wants and fuck whoever she wants. If a man ever acted the way she does she would find it disgusting.

I was so close to buying her that engagement ring she was always nagging me about. I dodged a bullet. On my deathbed I will be begging for those two years back. Cheyenne, I hate you.

End of Part 8. End of the whole story. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7