I have been accused of being a whore…not lately but over the years.
Me…Kelly a whore.
I have laughed about it, because it’s not true. Only man I have touched, kissed, held the hand of, or had any kind of relationship with since meeting my husband 21 years ago, has been him.
I can say it loudly because I have no skeleton’s to jump out of my closet.
I can hang my laundry out for all to see because it’s clean.
Not bragging, but just saying…
I can giggle about being talked about because it’s not true. Rumors which are false I find entertaining, I want to go to the person who started it and ask them to tell me the whole story “Please start at the beginning and don’t leave anything out, I brought my popcorn and cleared my schedule, I want to hear it all”.
I find it flattering and sad at the same time.
Flattering that someone finds me interesting enough to make up a story about me, and sad that I’m so boring someone has to make up a story about me.
People talk about me now, but I’m just a supporting role in the rumors about my family.
The first time I was accused of being a “Whore”? Ten years ago at our county fair, I was accused of sleeping with a family friend to get a winning pig.
Go ahead and laugh, I did.
I was according to the source, a boar whore, a swine slut, a pig prostitute…I came up with those names all by myself, the person who started the rumor wasn’t bright enough to be funny.
We were winning too many shows, and some people got mad. Instead of working harder, they started a rumor, about me. To be fair my husband worked on the road, and they couldn’t wrap their head around being beat by a woman, I had to be cheating to win.
So they decided I was trading sex for help. Just to clear things up? I wasn’t.
Second time I was accused of being a “whore”? It was by…”the whore”.
She told my husband I was cheating with one of his best friends…she knew this from stalking Facebook.
I’ll admit I talk to him on Facebook inappropriately, I am an inappropriate person. I tease, I joke, I say ‘funny’ things…but he knows and I know we are just teasing.
He has known me for 21 years, and we are friends. The kind of friends who are there for each other when bad, or good things happen. He was my biggest supporter when the affair came out, he was my marriages biggest supporter when the affair came out. When my husband told me/asked me about “the whore’s” accusation following D-day, I laughed…bitterly, but I laughed.
If I remember my words right they were “Umm, no I’m not a whore.”
I get it…she had decided if I was cheating then she had the perfect ammunition to make him finally leave me (although he was cheating, so why my cheating was worse? I don’t know), and probably whores like company.
If I was a whore too, it evened out the playing field and brought me down to her level. Her only mistake was my husband knew me, I might not have known him during the affair, but in his messed up heart? He still knew me.
He did during his affair question my friendships with men when we would fight. I think he did it to throw me off the ever-growing scent of whore, and because he wished I would cheat so he didn’t feel so guilty.
I never cheated, never even put myself into a situation where it would happen. If I’m being honest (and I really try to on here) it’s partly because I loved my husband, but mostly because I loved my kids.
I never wanted to be seen in their eyes as anything other than their mom. I wanted to be someone they were proud of, and who never let them down. I know I am not perfect, no mother is, but I tried.
I saw the looks in my sons’ eyes as they confronted their father over the affair, and I pray they never look at me like that. I hope all I ever get is eye rolls, and looks of “Are you serious”, but never the looks of disappointment.
I don’t know if I mentioned it? But I’m not a whore.