But what I am qualified to tell you is that whether or not we make it apparent, we always know what you are doing and what you have done. You think you’re getting a quick one over on us? Telling us you’re at work when you’re out with your boys – or worse, a girl? You took that $20 out of my wallet for the pizza guy, but you maintain that you have no idea where it went? You scraped the side of the Volkswagen along the curb, but you’re trying to make me believe the damage was there when you came out of the supermarket? Whether big or little, we always know what you are hiding from us.
And if we don’t? Guess what?
We don’t want to;
Now, what I mean by that is: if, for some reason, we don’t know you’re lying to us, it is because we are making a conscious effort to remain blissfully unaware. Sometimes when an issue is too frequent, prominent, or hurtful, we decide that it’s better to remain ignorant. It seems silly – I know. But us women are very calculated creatures. We know that if we know something and it’s detrimental enough we absolutely have to do something.
So, let me rephrase: it’s not that we don’t know. It’s that we know but we consciously refuse to be made aware of factual evidence that would confirm our suspicions.
For instance, I know you’re cheating on me. How do I know without having ever expressly caught you? Women can feel a change in atmosphere. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how you tilt your phone slightly in the opposite direction while reading a text message while glancing up at me to see if I notice: I turn away innocently. You’re coming home later and later at night. Your excuse? You’re hitting the gym more frequently. But we know our man’s body. If you’re at the gym everyday, certainly over a matter of weeks we will see a difference.
And so on and so forth. You see? It’s clear that something is going on. We see all the signs. We know what’s happening. We could bring it up to you. We could have a fight about it. I could throw my suspicions at you, and you could defend each suspicious activity with a reasonable (or otherwise) explanation. But why do that? If I wanted to bring it up, there are many simple ways to nail you to the cross, so to speak.
First and foremost, I could check your phone records. Call the number(s) that you’re calling most frequently and at odd hours. Follow you. Call your friends. Call your gym. Call your mother. There are any number of ways for me to catch you red-handed. But what then?