Most folks would assume that I'd throw a violent homicidal rage - and perhaps I did so in my salad days - but I hope and believe I have grown past that. Not that I'd believe just a rumour! First I'd get all the alleged facts straight of course. Believe me, Sherlock Holmes has nothing on a Scorpio playing detective. Then I'd confront the supposedly cheating partner, offer indelible proof and then... walk away.
Seriously. I wouldn't even break a lamp. Time I did a Beyonce. Come on, I have far too much self-worth to weep over the worthless fool who'd play me for a cuckold.
Of course, not everyone's quite as ready to walk away.
Certainly not Hurricane Hallie.
Once she'd heard about the rumours going around the hospital about her husband Bob finding someone new, hysterical Hallie certainly wasn't going to take adultery lying down. Rather than wail copiously while wringing her hands helplessly like my previous cuckolded victim Whispery Wilhelmina, this rather more aggressive harpy called up the other woman - namely my friend Lissome Lorelei - and lambasted her with a vitriolic hail of accusations and threats. And from what I hear, I don't think the harpy, Hurricane Hallie minced her words.
Hallie : You fucking scheming whore, how dare you sleep around with my husband in front of me? And to flirt right in front of my eyes!
Lorelei : WTF.
As you might have guessed, Lorelei didn't even realize she was supposed to be having an allegedly scandalous affaire with Bob. I seriously doubt even Bob knows that he's having an affaire :)
Me having an affair? Aw, come on!
Needless to say, Lorelei was pissed as hell to be thus branded an adulterous slut. And I don't blame her. Look at it this way. Much better to have been caught with the hand in the cookie jar after taking a quick bite - rather than to have no cookie and yet gotten the burning scold. So not worth it.
Now I believe Lorelei should call Bob up to schedule an affaire.