It's just a word. But it still stings.
I've cheated on every man I've ever been with. Every man I've ever dated. Every man I've ever lived with. Each of my four husbands, including the one I'm married to now. I've even cheated ON the ones I've cheated WITH. People call me "w****". Even my friends sometimes say it; sometimes in jest, sometimes in pity. But I'm not a w****. I'm just a woman in love with men. And I need more than one. Sometimes a LOT more than one. It's just who I am. It's who I've been since I was a teenager, and I'm 43 now. But occasionally, it still hurts to hear the word.