One of my less than truthful boyfriends, Marty, went out of town for the day on business. Whereas he would normally call me on his way back and we would talk as he drove  – he didn’t. I called a couple of times and kept going into voicemail. Eventually (3 AM) I did the unthinkable. I checked the messages on MY phone that he used. Nothing illegal about checking my own voicemail.
There were some messages other than those that I left. In fact, there was a voicemail from another woman wondering where he was. She sounded worried. I still didn’t know where he was — but I ruled out who he wasn’t with. I went to sleep — not very happy.
I called Marty the next morning  – still no answer. I checked the voicemail (HIS/MY voicemail) again and surprise — there was a new message. This message was from a woman thanking him for the wonderful overnight — and telling him what a great time she had — how she told her mother all about it…… she even mentioned me by name so she knew I existed.
It was the confirmation that I needed. He was having an affair with a woman he claimed was NO ONE to him. And I realized, once again, I wasn’t the only woman he was hurting. Marty liked collecting women.

BEFORE HE CHEATS (Click on link — Carrie Underwood sings)
[That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats,
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl,
Cause the next time that he cheats...

Oh, you know it won't be on me!]