Once, with another woman . . .

Senior Prom with Larry Landreth
Pomona, Los Angeles County, California
May 1974

. . . my boyfriend / husband / lover cheated on me.  

Every man I have ever been in a relationship with has betrayed me, except for Azim, and in that situation I was the other woman.  Here is a list of some of the men who have betrayed me:

• Dave Mathieson
• Eddie Franco
• Larry Landreth (deceased)
• Stan Lynch (deceased)
• Craig Fox
• Jeffrey Becker
• Sandler Pierre
• Virgil Hall
• John Hart
• Michael Morgan
• Michael McDaniel
• Steven DeMoulin

Dave Mathieson was my first boyfriend ever. He was DeMolay, I was Job's Daughter. He betrayed me with one of the girls from my bethel! She betrayed me, too. I was shocked, as she had been my friend before the betrayal. I was devastated and humiliated. Months later, at a DeMolay conference in Riverside, Dave tried to reconcile with me. He apologized profusely, then tried to feel me up. When I pushed him away, he whined about his throbbing woody! I walked away, left him with his hard on, and never looked back.

Eddie Franco betrayed me because I was a virgin. He had been sexually active with his girlfriend before me. I wasn't ready to be sexually active, and I didn't want to lose my virginity to someone who wasn't a virgin himself, but I did like Eddie. He had a fast car, he was handsome, he was a fabulous kisser! He was pressuring me to have sex with him, but he was still a gentleman. I might have been swayed if he'd been more persistent. Instead, he went back to his previous girlfriend because he needed to have sex.

Larry Landreth was my first love. I can't blame him completely for betraying me. My mother hated him (only because she was jealous of me) and made our lives so miserable that he finally "got even" by cheating on me with some Mexican -- which was a tremendous insult because Larry hated Mexicans! In the end she cheated on him. But there's a lot more to this story. Larry had been sexually molested for years by his priest and by a family friend. This is a tragic story which I hope to write about one day. Larry died in his 30's, after years of alcohol and drug abuse. He was born on the 4th of July and died on Pearl Harbor Day. He was my first sexual partner, I was his. I nearly killed myself when our relationship ended, not just because of the relationship ending, but also because he cheated on me while I was pregnant and preparing to abort our baby. I don't think my mind's ever been right since all of that.

Think I'll stop here. This stroll down memory lane is too disturbing to dig in any deeper right now.