What has been the lowest point of my mma career? via @tknight10
Well, the lowest point in my career has also been one of the lowest points in my life. Due to some foolish deceitful decision making. Strangely, I wouldn’t change those choices either. I will keep it short and to the point. I slept with a girl I shouldn’t have. Actually, I didn’t own up to sleep with a girl I should have. In fact, if I am really honest with myself, I have slept with a bunch of women I shouldn’t have. On the flip side of that, there are a bunch of women I didn’t sleep with some would swear I did. Real first world whoring problems I guess.
Yes, I was a slut. I’m not proud nor do I care to count the notches on bed post. I have learned from my trashy ways; and no I wouldn’t undo it at this point either. Besides, some good things have came from it to all three of us. To try and undo the things that lead to the birth of the two of your cute babies that may not have been conceived had I said what you wanted to hear at the time you wanted to hear it. That would seem to be more disrespectful in a way. Had I told the truth maybe those the babies would still get here. Then again, maybe they never would have come to be. I’m glad It played out the way it did because I know the kind of happiness an only son in a family of girls probably brings you, and wouldn’t trade that for anything in this world.
I slept with girl whom was loosely dating a friend of mine at the time. All parties involved where playing that grey area of dating. I knew all three parties involved, had sides to stories that seemed questionable. Never the less, it wasn’t any ones business but theirs and it wasn’t my place to say neither. However, that’s not really the point. Once they got serious, she and I amicably decided to leave it alone and absolve the sexual events from our memories as a whole. I was asked if she was a good girl by him trying, to dig up some of her sexual past (meaning did she sleep around) and I predictably said “Yes man, she’s a good girl, as far as I know. She is a good girl.” Because, lets face it she was a good girl. Whether she slept with me or not. It didn’t effect that fact. I did not volunteer the information that she and I had slept together because frankly, that was not my place to say anything I felt. Her sexual past and my sexual past are just that, our past.
Fast forward years later. Somehow she tells him… A marriage and 2 kids later. If it allows the adults to sleep better at night, and there 2 babies to loved and cared for in the absence of myself and in place of any kind of friendship that could of have been had. Lets consider it collateral damage in pursuit of the greater good.
I will leave it at this. As much as you probably hate me. You should thank me. Thank me every birthday and holiday. Thank me at graduations, and family gatherings, when you kiss your little girl and little boy makes you proud. The marriage and your two beautiful kids may have never ever happened for some foolish reason or another. Thank me for lying, because maybe you weren’t ready to hear the truth at the time you were asking to hear it. A truth told out of season bares no fruit.