You lose all that drinking and smoking chub, and your legs look like they belong to someone else. You have a sucia in town, too, and in the end you call her, but when she hears your name she hangs up on your ass. Elvis picks up the boy. The fact that she hasn’t changed her number gives you strange hope, even though you’ve heard that she’s dating somebody. You hope so, flexing your hands, worrying. You ask, How long will it take for the results? "The Cheater's Guide to Love" by Junot Díaz Originally published in the July 23, 2012 issue of The New Yorker. You stop. Let me have her number at least, you say. You go to more doctors. He has three suitcases of swag for the boy, including his first glove, his first ball, his first Bosox jersey. His daughter was born that February. Kisses you at the door as she leaves; it all feels too chaste to you, too lacking in promise. Then she says, Let me get off this phone before I say something you won’t like. There are mad hos, all with their asses in the air, but none of them catch your eye. Same place I met you, she says. Don’t make me do this, Yunior, Elvis pleads. She’s a straight-up Cambridge Cape Verdean. At the end of the sessions, you move away quickly to wipe down your mat and she takes the hint. One night you call your ex and when the voice mail clicks on you say, We should have had a kid. You wish you could say you remember Baby Mama from that long-ago trip, but you do not. Dude, are you fucking serious with this? None of the numbers he had for her worked. You stop drinking. His back and buttocks and right arm are so scarred up that even you, Mr. Hard Nose, can’t look at them. (they went to her), your mother won’t speak to you (she liked the fiancée more than she liked you), and you’re feeling terribly guilty and terribly alone. At first it’s O.K. If that doesn’t work, we’ll talk about other options. Afterward, you head out alone to a Korean joint and gorge on kalbi until you’re ready to burst. You phone her every day and leave messages that she doesn’t answer. I thought at first it was all-over-the-block. In “The Cheater’s Guide to Love”, Junot Díaz presents a story about love that goes sour after the primary character, Yunior’s infidelity is discovered. I don’t want to go back down the hole, you tell Elvis. You have trouble adjusting to it full time—to its trains that stop running at midnight, to the glumness of its inhabitants, to its startling lack of Szechuan food. Looks like you have stenosis all down your spine, the doctor reports, impressed. You put away all the old pictures of her, say goodbye to her Wonder Woman features. he asks, finally. We’re in hell. Even the address was typed on a computer. Easier to say that than This shit sucks. Have you ever stopped to think about the mindset of a cheater and what is REALLY going on internally for them? You want to turn over a new leaf. And you thought this guy was a good idea for what reason? He’s also, like, nine feet tall and put together like an anatomy primer. You know you should be patient. Final words- Matthew ends the book with his final thoughts on love and infidelity and gives one last piece of advice that will knock you out of your seat!!! There are many formulas. Except you’re not. She throws a taunting glance at her husband and laughs. He’s holding his daughter gingerly. she asks, but you shake your head. Later, Elvis, Sr., fills you in on the Plan: I’ll bring him over to the States in a few years. Two seconds later, security approaches you and asks for I.D. You get pulled over by the cops three weekends in a row. From there, what little life you have goes south. Asian women don’t do that. Exactly what I needed. Elvis. Three years ago. Traffic back into the center is Gaza Strip-crazy and there seems to be a crash every five hundred metres, and Elvis keeps threatening to turn around. Just let me know which one you like, a neighbor whispers, and I’ll make it happen. It wasn’t a mistake, Arlenny assures you. So you sit on a plastic chair in front of the house with the kid in your lap. You’re afraid to tell anybody else, to share the—what? As you’re walking home, a Jeep roars past; the driver calls you a fucking towelhead. Can’t argue with that. That’s my son, Elvis says proudly. You take your break. He starts to bawl then, and you put him down, watch him run around awhile. Later, in the hotel, she cries. You are in New Zealand or in Santo Domingo or, improbably, back in college, in the dorms. She could have caught you with one sucia, she could have caught you with two, but because you’re a totally batshit cuero who never empties his e-mail trash can, she caught you with fifty! The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. The neighbors admire you with cheerful avidity. Sometimes Elvis joins you, since his wife doesn’t allow him to smoke weed in the house. Like you or like her. Fuck that bitch. We're hop-scotching between You stop sleeping, and some nights when you’re drunk you have a wacky impulse to open the window of your fifth-floor apartment and leap down to the street. Wedding invitations from the ex-sucias start to arrive in the mail. Even these little breakups suck, because they send you right back to thinking about the ex. You don’t know if you should show enthusiasm or support. Spy Tools Reviews. With him, it’s like nothing happened. You pay for almost everything. You scan the incoming junior faculty for a possible, but there’s nothing. you wonder. His daughter doesn’t seem to understand what’s happening, but when the door shuts she lets out a wail that coils about you like constantine wire. You consider a squat protest. Like a hardhead you keep trying to run, but the pain sharpens. you ask yourself. It takes a while. I’ll put a machete in you, she promised. You harbored a lot of grievances against her anyway. What the fuck is this? The few family photos hanging on the walls are water-stained. with Elvis. There’s a girl who keeps bumping into you. You make it through both semesters, barely. For once, you don’t want to burn them or give up writing forever. Some days, while she’s sleeping and you’re trying to work, you allow yourself the indulgence of wondering what kind of child you’ll have. Almost all her conversations start with In Santo Domingo. You cancel your Facebook. It’s fucking scary. You swore you wouldn’t. You saw her thin ashy legs and the doctor’s back and little else. It’s like waking up from the worst fever of your life. You try to get back to your work, to your writing. To revisit this article, select My Account, then View saved stories. It’s almost like you never left. Have you thought up any names? You think of that old saying Show me a beautiful girl and I’ll show you someone who is tired of fucking her. I was stupid, she admits. When can I run again? You ask everybody you know, How long does it usually take to get over it? The Cheater's Guide is presented with the unfaithful person in mind, but it is also appropriate for the betrayed spouse as well because she/he can understand the strategies and action steps as they relate to her/his own situation and create a personal guide or road map towards healing and recovery. Like someone flew two planes into your soul. Only one pair of your jeans fits, and none of your suits. And then you wake up. He checks to make sure the wife isn’t within earshot. Not sweet at all, because Noemi didn’t give it to you! You think about the way the boy looked at you. When you tell Elvis the whole story you expect him to flip out, to order you to kick her out. About eighty kilos of clothes and shit for the baby mama. That night, you drink yourself into a stupor, then spend two days recovering. The walk back to your apartment is some Bataan-type shit. You have to have a sit-down with the dean, who more or less tells you to watch your shit. You can’t help yourself. ISBN 9780571355990 Published 17/10/2019 . You drive her to work. Wife Husband Caught Cheating on Husband Hidden Cam Caught Cheating Compilation 19(2) You consider flopping in front of her—My leg! It doesn’t come. She looks at you like you’re crazy. The storytelling pulls together with what looks like a wan attempt to say something positive. The Cheater's Guide to Love A few weeks ago, I finished This is How you Lose Her by Junot Diaz. I would give it to a boy. You take the longest walks. Do you want me to take you somewhere? You want not to hate him. She’s got, like, the perfect pussy, he says. Sunday is her one day off—the Five-Baby Father watches Justin that day, or, rather, he and his new girlfriend watch Justin that day. Then you realize how you sound—like a dude who hurts women all the time. Below are some of the most common themes that influence a cheater’s way of thinking. You were in the middle of the great downturn, which meant that you spent most of your time alone, floating on your back in the ocean or getting drunk at the bar or walking the beach in the early morning before anybody was up. Didn’t tell you about it until after. You’re fine for, like, a week. she asks when she next calls, and you almost say yes, but then your idiocy gets the better of you. You never get over it. Mi hijo. So now it’s your feet, your back, and your heart. She seems impressed that, of all the guys in the class, you alone never take off your shirt, but you skitter away from her cornpone grin. It’s a Moro-type reflex, nothing more. He was born and raised in Jamaica Plain, knows that trying to defend Boston from uncool is like blocking a bullet with a slice of bread. Back at the apartment, the law student has taken over two of your closets and almost your entire bathroom, and, most crucially, she has laid claim to the bed. He’s taken up yoga now, having seen what it did for you. When you see other people hitting the paths, you turn away. You never see her again. Fuck that lying bitch. You pick up the boy. He arrives in a flash, with a hottie in tow. Raw sewage in the back. And look, He gave him to me, didn’t He? “The Cheater’s Guide to Love” is the most original in form. Afterward you’re in so much nerve pain that you can barely move. Squatter chawls where there are no roads, no lights, no running water, no grid, no anything, where everybody’s slapdash house is on top of everybody else’s, where it’s all mud and shanties and motos and grind and thin, smiling motherfuckers everywhere, like falling off the rim of civilization. You start taking salsa classes, like you always swore you would, so that the two of you can dance together. Most of the time, you suspect that she feels sorry for you. I’ve never hurt a woman in my life. You figure you can throw her a little cash every month, but he won’t have it. She brings her own pillow, one of those expensive foam ones, and her own toothbrush, and she takes it all with her on Monday morning. She is immensely sad on that beach and she walks up and down the shining sand alone, her bare feet in the freezing water, and when you try to hug her she says, Don’t. One girl, when you tell her you’re Dominican, actually says, Hell no, and runs full tilt toward the door. In all of these stories, and especially in “The Cheater’s Guide to Love,” Yunior is clearly smarter than many of his actions. Your Kenyan. She ain’t half your ex, but she ain’t bad, either. Besides, it only happens when you’re not looking for it. It’s like bad television. His “mistakes” are often due to lust. You call Elvis, but he doesn’t answer, either, so you drive over to the hospital by yourself. View Cheater's Guide to Love .pdf from ENGLISH 12 at Milwaukee Area Technical College. After you pull yourself together, you tell Elvis, I think I need a break from the bitches. Now she’ll definitely never speak to you again. You find a therapist. Are we going to see each other on Sunday? He puts her in your arms. My leg!—but that seems incredibly cursi. You literally have to beat the family off to keep them from coming with you. One doesn’t like you; the other is married and hot for days, in the late-thirties-Dominican-middle-class-woman sort of way. Probably just stress, the nurse at Emergency Care tells you. Taína for a girl, she suggests. You nod and watch her. You can’t throw out your baby’s mom, Elvis reminds you. If I’m not Dominican, then no one is, you shoot back, but she laughs at that. Outstanding. Elvis brings you food and sits with you while you eat. Then you put your head down. You really should write the cheater’s guide to love. The boy is staring at you with lapidary intensity. That’s about nationality. There isn’t even proof that it’s mine. Over my dead body, his wife says. You have no idea what that is. you ask, and he shakes his head. He pauses. He slaps you on the back, beams delightedly. Junot Diaz. You keep writing letters to her, waiting for the day that you can hand them to her. Soon you’re squiring her around the city and beyond: to Salem on Halloween and one weekend to the Cape. He bridles. Get book recommendations, fiction, poetry, and dispatches from the world of literature in your in-box. That probably wasn’t for you. You write her letters. Use of this site constitutes acceptance of our User Agreement (updated as of 1/1/21) and Privacy Policy and Cookie Statement (updated as of 1/1/21) and Your California Privacy Rights. WORDS 737. You see the tall girl. God damn! Did you use to do a lot of heavy manual labor? There are surprises and there are surprises, and then there is this. But he carries the little guy into a room where a nurse swabs both their mouths, and it’s done. She ain’t going to find out. Love is something we all take : you get numbers, though nothing you would take home to the fam. At the Plough and Stars, you collapse against a stop sign and call Elvis on your cell. So you stick to walking. original. What am I, in sixth grade? Some nights you have “Neuromancer” dreams where you see the ex and the boy and another figure, familiar, waving at you in the distance. What the hell else are you going to do? Every time you think about the ex, every time the loneliness rears up in you like a seething, burning continent, you tie on your shoes and hit the paths and that helps; it really does. You find yourself crying in front of sporting-goods stores. Somewhere, very close, the laugh that wasn’t laughter. You figure wrong. Shit, no one could ever end up like you, Yunior. 2019-10-17. This used to be me, you’re thinking. Soon you’re hobbling even when you’re not running. That’s a good idea, his wife says. You assume that the baby mama will live somewhere poor, like Capotillo or Los Alcarrizos, but you didn’t imagine she would live in the Nadalands. You run so hard that your heart feels like it’s going to seize. Of course you look for her on the flight. Looks you in the eye. It feels like you’re being slowly pincered apart, atom by atom. Elvis isn’t listening. Everywhere you two go she shoots photos, but never any of you. He’s smiling at some inner thought. Of course you do. Use features like bookmarks, note taking and highlighting while reading The Cheater's Handbook For Women. Believe it. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. And then the mother pulls you aside: A hot comb, too. But it galls you that she gave it up to some thug with no job, no education, no nothing, and now she’s making you jump through hoops of fire. I fucking hate you, she wails. You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. Simply RIGHT CLICK on the large download link below. When she arrives, she glances around the apartment warily. The ex, as you’re now calling her, always cooked: a turkey, a chicken, a pernil. Elvis says nothing. You’re glad you didn’t see anything more. ♦. You stare at the slurry of broken concrete, the sellers with all the crap of the earth slung over their shoulders, the dust-covered palms. It’s just a matter of will power: the day you decide it’s over, it’s over. You fear his reaction, because you know that you don’t have the heart to kick her out. You blame Santo Domingo. The next day, a white kid on a bike throws a can of Diet Coke at you. You’re going to have a son. She’s always trying to prove you’re not Dominican. She doesn’t mess with you again. “Ever since he retired from yodelling, all he does is sit around the house not yodelling.”, “I’ve donated all my diplomas to Doctors Without Diplomas.”, “Here is your very own doll, so you can see how tiring it is to raise a child.”. View The Cheater’s Guide to Love - The New Yorker.pdf from GEOGRAPHY All at Florida Atlantic University. In the first days of your tenancy, an eagle lands in the dead tree right outside your fifth-story window. Sometimes six months. First, a quick than you for all the support we’ve received since going live. Let’s try some physical therapy. 16. Yes, she’s really young and you fuck a whole lot, and during the act the two of you cling to each other for dear life, but afterward you peel away like you’re ashamed of yourselves. It would be too stressful. 64. A month passes, two months pass. Where was that guard when she let the banilejo fuck her without a condom? Only a bitch of color comes to Harvard to get pregnant. I don’t think it’s good for me, she says. Two years for every year you dated. Then, after the early rush, it all dries up. Of course they all have a sister or a prima they want you to meet. She says that she likes your mind, but, considering that she’s smarter than you, that seems doubtful. Translation: I got to stop fucking with old dudes. But there’s a daring attempt at synthesis at the coda. It ain’t like your shit ever works. You’ve lost all the mutual friends you had in N.Y.C. You pass each other a couple of times a week, and she’s a pleasure to watch, a gazelle, really—what economy, what gait, and what an amazing fucking cuerpazo. The Mind of a Cheater . You make little advances. You ignore him. You cry every time you hear Monchy y Alexandra, her favorite. “The Cheater’s Guide to Love” follows Junot Diaz’s recurring character Yunior through five years of his adulthood. Download Your PDF Guide: "Healing from an Affair: A cheater’s guide for helping your spouse heal from your affair.” What the fuck, you say. You’re going to be a father. Yes, the instructor urges, rest if you have to. Elvis and Darnell approve. She says nothing. One time, they sit you out on the curb and you watch as all the other whips sail past, passengers ogling you as they go. 9780571355990. You notice that she has lined up three suitcases in the foyer. A white grandma screams at you at a traffic light, and you close your eyes until she goes away. He’s just got back from a quick solo trip to the D.R., a ghost recon. Paperback. Over a tortured six-month period you fly together to the D.R., to Mexico (for the funeral of a friend), to New Zealand. They are members of the Biracial Identity Crisis Support Group and they look at you with little warmth. After serving her tea you ask, Are you keeping it? She’ll stick around for a few months because you been together a long, long time. And Elvis for a boy. she cries. I received the book as a Christmas present from my mother-in-law, and I read the first half in a day. Will be used in accordance with our Privacy Policy. She pronounces every syllable. Seriously? You have to leave the rental jípeta on the last bit of paved road and jump on the back of two motoconchos with all the luggage balanced on your backs. This kid is going to be a monster. Elvis, Jr., watches you with considerable gravitas. She is an exceptionally beautiful girl. But, in the end, you do. You cut it out with all the old sucias, even the Iranian girl you’d boned the entire time you were with the fiancée. It appears to be a ruptured disk, she announces. At first you don’t register it. This is ridiculous, you say. Also three boxes of cigarettes, a yard of salami, and some cough syrup for a neighbor lady with a congested daughter. You can tell that she’s contemplating sleeping with you, and the whole time you’re eating your short ribs you feel like you’re on the dock. You have dreams where she’s talking to you like in the old days—in that sweet Spanish of the Cibao, no sign of rage, of disappointment. You are led around the corridors and finally given some scrubs and told to wash your hands. YEAR 0. Elvis produces a picture of Elvis, Jr., holding a bat. Thanksgiving you end up having to spend alone in your apartment because you can’t face your mom and the idea of accepting other people’s charity makes you furious. Along the inside arch, a searing that doesn’t subside after a few days’ rest. You can’t run, you can’t do yoga, even riding a bike kills your back. Your body changes, of course. Finally, when you feel like you can do so without exploding into burning atoms, you open a folder that you’ve kept hidden under your bed. Stop thinking that the grass is always greener somewhere else, Make your life and everything you do an open book, Ask your spouse what he/she needs from you on a regular basis. Elvis tears the invite up, throws it out the window of his truck. Just wait till the baby comes. You stop smoking. She also scoffs at the idea of racism in Santo Domingo. He was pinned under the burning wreckage for what felt like a week, so he knows a little about pain. And because love, real love, is not so easily shed. I hope someone drops a fucking bomb on this city, you rant. By the time the doctor appears, you’re crabbed over like an old man. They look rough, but you got to give it to them for trying. You put away the shoes. At night, while you’re trying to sleep, you see the glow of the law student’s computer through the open door of the bedroom, hear her fingers on the keyboard. In the shower, the only place in the apartment you can be alone, you whisper to yourself, Hell, Netley. Four years earlier, Elvis had a Humvee blow up on him on a highway outside Baghdad. The short story, The Cheater’s Guide to Love by Junot Diaz, depicts a young man by the name of Yunior who must face the consequences of his actions. You can’t bring yourself to say boyfriend. Nobody stares, because those ain’t real loads you’re carrying: You’ve seen a single moto carry a family of five and their pig. You are at his house when he bids his wife and mother-in-law and daughter goodbye. About the Book. Outside, it’s close to zero, but inside it’s so hot that everybody’s stripped down to T-shirts and the funk is thick as a fro. Elvis was certainly right. You keep hoping you’ll bump into her around town. Download Your PDF Guide: "Healing from an Affair: A cheater’s guide for helping your spouse heal from your affair.”. And, of course, you swore you wouldn’t do it. Boston isn’t racist, she says. 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