Fond memories of cuckoldry

It took me a while to realize I'm a born cuckold. Both my wives and most of my girlfriends cheated on me, almost like that was part of the script they signed up for when we got together. They often got off on telling me about it, too, and I kind of liked that more than the ones who tried to lie about it even when they pretty much got caught in the act or close to it. (You don't want to know.) So why do I call my memories fond, when the experience was usually pure hell? Because I felt like they were trying to tell me something basic about what kind of person I am, even if it wasn't on purpose.