Sunday Newscape Magazine

When I was twenty-two years old, I met a beautiful blonde hair woman named Christine. She had the face and body of a movie star. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever made love to up to that point in my life.

The first time that I met her, she told me that she was married and separated from her husband. Within a few weeks I found out that was not true. Because I was so young and horny, I couldn’t bring myself around to stop seeing her. This affair was wrong but making love to her felt like a magical experience.

Eventually, her husband caught us together. He was a very strong construction worker and he had a street reputation as someone you don’t mess with. His name was Modestino but everyone called him ‘Marty’.

I thought he was going to kill me but he to let me go and then a few days later, he called me because he wanted to have a talk with me. I was in love so I decided to go meet with him. I could tell that he was angry but he needed to sort things out.

He told me that “when it comes to cheating, the door opens from the inside”. In the past, he had caught his wife cheating and he did beat up a few of her boyfriends. He told me that he thought things over and he realized that he had the potential to become so angry that if he might kill the next guy he caught with his wife. That would send him to prison and she would remain free having a fun time.

He asked me if I “loved her”. I told him that I did and he decided to leave her and allow me to continue seeing her. He had had enough of her infidelity. I lived with her for almost two years, the sex was great but near of the end of our relationship, she became an alcoholic and started using illegal drugs. She became fat, lost her beauty and a few years later, she died at the age of thirty-three. Even though, by the time she died, we had not lived together for about eight years, she would often end up knocking on my door in the middle of the night because some guy had thrown her out into the street and she had no one to turn to.

Christine had two children and over the years, over the years, they would show up on my doorstep because their mom had not come in two days. I would feed them and make sure they went to school. It got to the point where I had a pair of extra beds for them to sleep in and I bought clothes for them so they could change into clean clothes at my home.

All during those crazy years, their father, Marty would offer me money whenever I spent money on the kids buying them clothes or food. I never accepted the money because I felt that I was responsible for the breakup of their marriage. The marriage was probably already over when I came before I came along but I still felt a sense of obligation to help out her two children.

One day her liver failed and Christine died, her parents called me to tell me the news and her children were sleeping in the other room in my apartment. Marty had been trying for years to get custody but in those years, the courts seldom gave the father custody of the children even if the mother was a drug addict. I immediately called Marty that Sunday morning and told him that Christine had died and his two children were sleeping in my home. He came and got them within an hour. He thanked me for all the years that I had been there for them.

Two years later, I moved to Los Angeles. Five years later, I got a letter from Marty’s daughter telling me that her Dad died had died of a heart attack the week before. He was only forty-five years old but he had gone through a lot during his life, many fights and much anger.

There is a lesson here for all men everywhere… If you’re a guy and should you ever find your woman cheating on you inside your apartment or house. If you catch her with the other guy, your emotions might tell you to hurt him, shoot him or whatever but you must remember that “when it comes to cheating the door opens from the inside”. You don’t want to end up in prison while she is out there having a good time laughing at you.

Years ago, I had another friend who caught his wife cheating. He beat up the boyfriend; the cops came and threw him out of the house. He ended up living in his truck and then one day, he had an idea to start an ice cream business. Ten years later, he was worth two hundred million dollars. He got the last laugh because he figured out that his destiny was in his own hands.

If you know any guy who suspects that his woman is cheating on him and he is talking about doing something violent, please cut out this column and send it to him or hang it on a wall where it will be seen. It could prevent him from destroying his life. The greatest piece of wisdom that Marty shared with me was “when it comes to cheating, the door opens from the inside”.

Now it is twenty-five years later and when I go to church, I always say a prayer for the souls of Marty and Christine. In life, there are always going to be good and bad times but there are lessons to be learned from everything you experience and maybe that is the point of it all. As always, I welcome your comments. You may write to me at This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it