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Your friend's cheating other half- to tell or not to tell


Loosely translated; no sexual intercourse allowed here!
Firstly, let us acknowledge how hilarious this sign post is :)...only in Uganda!! I have to wonder, though, is the 'activity' banned on the tree branches or under the tree??!! It's all so puzzling!

Anyway, best not to digress :)...

What seems to be the general consesus on this to tell or not to tell issue is that we should all mind our own business and keep our mouths shut.
In fact, there is this particular friend of mine who has always been clear to us (all her friends) that under no circumstances should we tell her if we knew her man was 'indulging in side dishes'.

I think this position is an odd one. I would want to be told. I would tell my friend if I knew her man/ his girl was cheating on him or her. I would be very angry with a friend who chose to 'not get in between lovers' quarrels'. I would rather err on the side of more information- in any situation. Perhaps it has to do with the (in)famous Kikiga straight talking gene in me.

I will not lie, my fingers have been burned more than once when I took it upon myself to inform a friend of a partner's hanky panky. Yet, these experiences have not changed my position on this matter. I would want to know and on the flip side of the coin, if I knew, I would tell.

Friends (and frenemies) :), tell me, what is your 'position' on this?!!

Comments

  1. Did this once and lost both friends, but the one I tried to 'save' came back..at the end of the day the best ones come back...so do tell...

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  2. They say 'ignorance is bliss',but I prefer 'knowledge is power'. I guess sometimes we don't want to hear the truth,because let's face and it sucks but honestly,the 'truth hurts'. Not only does it hurt but also builds rage,and so much more hence our first instinct would be to 'kill the messenger' but as ur follower put it "the good ones come back". To walk in the shadow of ignorance is something I would not wish on anyone moreless a friend. Imagine this scenario, if they really were your friend and God forbid they contracted the virus n passed on,you would have the responsibility of raising their kids,right? So why not nip it in the bud,from the word go n save a life,lives and a home!

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  3. hmmmm tough decision.. if she/he says never tell her its pretty hard as you have to respect that . but you cannot look at the other party straight again without feeling like killing them on his/her behalf. But as we all believe we are each other's angel and be it good or bad our intentions are always for the best. So be that angel bearing the heartbreaking message despite his/her decision in this case

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