|General Petraeus has embarked on the I'm Sorry I Cheated tour.|
You’re sorry, General. You’re sorry you hurt your wife of more than two decades. You’re sorry you let down the thousands who looked up to you and were under your command. Let’s be real, sir, you’re sorry you got caught.
General David Petraeus is the latest high profile man doing the “I’m sorry” tour. Tiger Woods did it. John Edwards did it. President Bill Clinton did it. Jesse Jackson did it. And the list could go on and on. Hi, Mark Sanford.
All of these high profile cheaters and June Bug around the corner have one thing in common – They’re sorry that they got caught.
Cheating is a choice. Cheating is not an accident. It is planned and deliberate. No one accidentally shows up at a hotel room to have sex, to get oral pleasures or to make stains on blue dresses. You don’t accidentally play stick the cigar in the intern, you choose to do that. Saying I’m sorry after getting caught is like getting a garden hose after starting the house fire. It’s a little too late.
These I’m sorry tours are laughable. These men never tell the truth about where the sorrow is really coming from. It’s pretty obvious that these affairs and the cheating would continue if no one found out. And what consequences do they really suffer?
A few months of a career slump? A few months of being the punch line of jokes? Maybe they lose a few million dollars if the pre-nup wasn’t iron clad. But cheating men are forgiven – by many – after uttering the words, “I’m sorry.”
And the women involved in these scandals? Oh, forgiveness doesn’t come easy. Wives are labeled as stupid. The mistresses are forever labeled as home wrecking sluts. Unless you’re Hilary Clinton, you will always be thought of as that lady that guy played for a fool. Redemption is only reserved for the cheating men – never the mistress. They both are equally wrong. Hell, he is the one who took vows and in some cases, the mistress may not even know there is a wife. The shaming of single women has reduced some women into thinking that a piece of man or someone else’s man is better than having no man at all. This isn’t an excuse, it’s just a fact.
I wonder if Paula Broadwell’s husband has forgiven her. I wonder if she will receive another assignment to write about a powerful man—will she get her own I’m sorry book tour?