You could do with knowing about the telltale signs of a boyfriend who is not being faithful to you. You need to keep an eye open for changes in his behavior. You don't have to be suspicious all the time; sometimes there are perfectly valid reason why this happens. This is especially true if you do not know each other for long, and you haven't picked up all his traits yet.

Trust your intuition. It's no use comparing things with your past. Each man is different, so is each affair. You understand your relationship best, so do what your instincts tell you. If you have doubts about his fidelity, some of our tips may come in useful.

Spends less time with you

If you two have been together for a while, you can note whether he is spending significantly less time with you. It is usual for most couples to spend almost every walking minute together when the relationship is new, and then there comes the tendency to revert to a more regular routine.

Perhaps it is better to ask yourself if he seems more detached than he is normally, even if you are still spending more or less the same time together.

If he says he is bogged down with work, or has to spend more time at the office, he may not be lying. If you want to run a check, try to figure out if he seems more tired than usual, for having worked more. Does he have more money too? If he does, you had better buy his story.

He could start spending more time with his buddies. Of course, this could be true too. There might be a new game that has just come out, or there could be a baseball match that he simply has to watch with his cronies. But if he can't tell you exactly who he was with, or what they did together, we smell a rat.

Changes in behavior

Behavioral changes are important signs of your boyfriend's infidelity.

If he starts fighting with you at the smallest pretexts, you might feel insecure. Fighting is not abnormal, and if you fight this does not mean you are headed for a break up. He might be stressed out; your temper may be running high. But if the reasons behind it are inconsequential, and if he leaves right after you had a yelling match, chances are he's seeing someone else. He might just be leaving to be with his other partner.

Watch how he talks on the phone. If he has another ex-girlfriend revenge, you can suppose they communicate through the phone. If his line is busy more often than is normal for him, and if he refuses to answer calls when he is with you, it could mean your boyfriend is having another affair.

Most people take on some of the habits of people they are intimate with. His other ex-girlfriend revenge's interests and tastes may influence your man. He might want to watch a movie that is totally opposed to his normal choices, or start watching soaps on TV. He may want to switch over to hip-hop from his staple hard rock. This is not a definite indicator that he is cheating, but when you notice this along with other changes we have talked about, you could poke around a bit and check on him.

It is strange, but an unfaithful lover may actually accuse his partner of cheating. He could do this to get rid of the guilt he feels, and tries to make you feel its weight.

You don't have to panic if your boyfriend displays some of these traits. But it is unwise to be blissfully unaware of his goings- about. Talk to him frankly, ask him if he is feeling all right, and listen to what he has to say by way of explanation. If you harbor serious doubts about his faithfulness, confront him directly. If he did or is cheating on you, it is time to break up. You will be better off with any man than with someone who cheats on you and hurts you so cruelly.

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After months of self denial, you have finally accepted the reality. Friends who cared about you tried to warn you but you dismissed them as nothing more than busybodies whose relationships was so suspect that they had nothing better to do with their "miserable" lives than interfere in your relationship.

It happens. Sometimes people who are supposed to have your best interest at heart love to stir up trouble. But that's not all there was too it. You heard the discrepancies in a number of things your significant other told you but just chalked to up to a faulty memory. Unfortunately it didn't stop there. Unexplained changes in habits like new clothes, or hairstyle began to appear in addition to them going out by themselves a little more.

You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt even though your instincts were ringing like a fire alarm. But when the unexplained credit card charges and suspicious phone calls started happening you knew something was going on. After a little investigative work, your suspicions were confirmed. Your spouse is having an extramarital affair.

Clinical psychologist Janis Abrahms Spring the author of "After the Affair" estimates marital infidelity affects one out of every 2.7 couples. While 50% of extramarital affairs last less than one month that comes as no comfort to anyone, particularly when the odds of a cheating spouse stopping after just one affair are slim.

There are really no good choices when you find out your significant other is cheating but one possibility has to be classified as the nuclear option. No it's not ending the relationship altogether but the other one that says what's good for the goose is more than okay for the gander. Go out and have an affair of your own.

You may have seen this scenario played out on numerous television shows over the years, where one partner suspects the other so they go out and find someone to have a liaison of their own. In the end it was all one big misunderstanding and they wind up living happily ever after.

In real life? Not so much. You may do it in the hopes that your significant other finds out and it jolts them back to reality. Most times it does not. Call it ego or a glaring blind spot but a cheating spouse can become amazingly jealous when they find out their other half is also out fooling around.

Or maybe you just so angry that you don't care. As far as you're concerned they are the ones that damaged the relationship not you. If they want to go out and have enjoyment at your expense then two can play that game. Let the chips fall where they may and if the marriage ends so be it as long as you can have some fun and hurt them just as much as they have hurt you.

It's understandable to want to get back at someone that has thrown away the love and commitment you have given them. But ex-girlfriend revenge is rarely worth it. Two wrongs do not make a right. While there are no good choices when it comes to a cheating spouse fooling around to get back at your significant other is definitely the worst choice. It is better to get out of the relationship than to stick around and pour more gasoline onto the fire.

Article written by Daryl Campbell- The Relationship Tip -What is the one skill that no cheating spouse can do without?

This compilation of horror shorts written by such literary giants as H. P. Lovecraft, Robert Bloch and Washington Irving promises the reader 'with bloodcurdling buccaneers, spectral ships, uncanny experiences under the Jolly Roger and eerie spirits from a historic past that refuses to stay dead'. Pretty high expectations, huh?

The anthology could have been renamed Caribbean Magic Ghosts with some Piracy Themes Thrown in the Mix. Few had pirates as main characters and just as many did not even contain any manner of sea rovers.

This is not to say that the anthology, compiled by Frank McSherry, Jr., Charles G. Waugh and Martin H. Greenberg isn't an entertaining read. The short stories contain some great horror themes and effectively scare the reader.

H. P. Lovecraft's The Terrible Old Man is one such story that eschews the piracy theme but is as creepy as Robert Bloch's The Red Swimmer, a great story of ex-girlfriend revenge on a bloodthirsty pirate.

The lengthiest short, Henry S. Whitehead's Seven Turns in a Hangman's Rope is a tedious read as he lays on one subordinate clause after another, extending sentences into paragraphs. The detail in which he describes the depth of the white witch's knowledge and experience into voodoo and obeah was unnecessary, gaging its lack of impact on any of the climatic scenes.

August Derlith's The Blue Spectacles, Carl Jacobi's The Digging at Pistol Key and John Masefield's Anty Bligh, along with the tales of Irving, Lovecraft and Bloch are just plain spooky fun. These are wonderful tales of vengeful ghosts, macabre magic (and a pirate or two) all thrown in with eerie tropical settings. Since I recently reviewed a biography of Jean Lafitte by Jack C. Ramsay Jr., I was pleased to see the dashing pirate appear in The Blue Spectacles. It and Irving's story were the only two with pirate ghosts.

Clark Ashton Smith's A Vintage from Atlantis is a short read that contains some of the best pirates in the book, but tends to get preachy. Before I Wake by Henry Kuttner is a slow-moving tale of a young boy haunted by dreams of sailing to magical places. Pirates are mentioned as part of his fantasy while the story clutches the island magic obeah tightly to its breast.

Lady Eleanor Smith's No Ships Pass could probably be the forerunner of the Twilight Zone-esque 'you are here now and there is no way back' theme. Again short on pirates, but a great story.

Pirate Ghosts is a must read for lovers of the horror genre but not for the pirate aficionado or fan. The Caribbean magic has interwoven a spell among the pages and presides over the stories, and gives us a nice tropical scare.

A few weeks ago I noticed a problem with my financial situation: My money was leaving home and not coming back with anything to show for it. I found this out by reading my debit card statement. It seems that I was making large purchases, several times a day and the money in my account was dwindling fast. Strange. I didnt remember buying a new computer from Barts Computer and Chicken (17 locations in Kentucky to serve you). Nor had I made any cellular telephone purchases from Folsom California.

It took me a while but I discovered that someone had gotten a hold of my debit card number and was running around the country side buying things with my money. I was raging mad. Ok well not really. My ex-girlfriend revenge says that raging mad is no longer allowed in the house and if I want to be raging mad I would need to go outside. That didnt work for me because I did not feel like putting on pants. So I settled for slightly ticked off and stayed comfortable in my undershorts.

I try to be an informed consumer, really I do. But for the life of me I could not remember what all those identity theft television commercials told me to do when this happened. All I could recall is seeing a couple blue haired old ladies sitting on a couch and talking about new motorcycles they purchased. Some how this did not seem like the proper solution. So I went to my ex-girlfriend revenge for advice.

According to my ex-girlfriend revenge I would need to cancel the debit card and contact the companies that were making the charges to get the whole mess solved. This resolution created even more problems. Canceling the card meant canceling my subscription to Catfish Monthly and the cheese log of the month club. Of course I was not thrilled about allowing someone else to spend all of my money either. Decisions, decisions..

So I called the bank and canceled the debit card. I was informed by a bank employee that I should contact the companies and try to resolve the issue first and then come down and fill out paperwork to file fraud charges. Oh joy! I hate going to the bank. Not only do I always get to the bank when it is busy but then I get stuck with the cranky teller who had a fight with her cat and is now asking for twelve forms of identification and a blood sample to cash a three dollar rebate check.

Thanks to the miracle of computers I knew the exact companies that were taking my money from me. This was both good and bad. Good that I knew, but bad that my ex-girlfriend revenge was making me call them. I am not afraid of these people but I simply hate talking on the telephone. Speaking to another person on the phone requires me to think. When I dont think about what I am saying things go bad. The last time I answered the phone it was the pastor. My ex-girlfriend revenge was not around to stop me from saying The dog just shit on the new carpet, can I call you back?

Anyway I decided to start with Ripoff Wireless, as they had taken the most money from me. I was very familiar with Ripoff Wireless, they have commercials all over the television offering three thousand anytime minutes as long as you make calls within the calling area (a massive four block radius from their home location in Indonesia), free incoming calls (from people standing next to you in months ending with r), and the largest wireless network for fewer dropped calls (the only calls that get through are their customer service reps trying to sell you more anytime minutes).

I placed a call to their headquarters. It took a good hour to get through the push this button for this option song and dance. Of course there was not one single option that had anything to do with why I was calling. So I took a shot with the customer service option.

Now, I have always been a firm believer in the fact that there is no such thing as customer service. There is customer irritation, customer piss off, and the ever popular customer goes postal. Actually servicing the needs of the customer would be against company policy. So I had low expectations for this call.

I finally reached a live person after listening to three hours of Highway to Hell performed by the Vienna Boys Choir. The conversation went something like this:

Thank you for calling Ripoff Wireless, can I have your wireless phone number starting with the area code please?

I dont have a wireless phone number.

So you are wanting to purchase one of our wireless phone packages?

No, you are charging my debit card and I want you to stop it.

So you are a customer, can I have your wireless phone number please?

No, I am not a customer but you are charging my debit card, please stop it.

Sir, if you are not a customer why would we be charging your debit card?

I dont know, but you are charging my debit card and I want you to stop doing it.

I need to transfer you to the financial department, please hold.

And she was gone. I was transferred to the financial department who then asked if I knew someone by the name of Faheed Crumbswothington. I said I did not. This was the person who apparently had lost his own identity and decided that he wanted mine in the form of two thousand dollars worth of cellular phone equipment and a brand new laptop computer from Barts Computer and Chicken (free bucket of feet and beaks with every new laptop purchase while supplies last).

By the end of the day I had spoken to so many people at Ripoff Wireless and Barts Computer and Chicken (50% off a large mashed potato side dish with Pentium purchase) that I considered inviting them to my next birthday party.

I did however get some resolution in the matter. Ripoff Wireless agreed to stop charging my debit card and give back the money as long as I agreed to file charges of fraud against Faheed. I considered giving him a break because with a name like Faheed he probably had a lot of problems, but on the other hand he was stealing from me and making me cancel my subscription to the cheese log of the month club. I decided that they should put him in jail after all but only because I really like cheese.

Now that this has happened to me I have a bit of fear about using my debit card. Strange how you think this kind of thing will never happen to you. I felt like a child again. I called my parents to ask for advice, something I swore I would never do again once I turned into an asshole teenager so many years ago. But still I felt the need to have some kind of comforting when a situation I had never faced came along.

The moral of this story is: Never use a debit card. Bury all your money, sell your home and push around a grocery cart all day collecting bottles and eating leftover cheese doodles. That way not even Faheed Crumbsworthington would want your identity.

C Weaver is the webmaster, co-founder and writer for The Laughing Gas, http://www.thelaughinggas.com

Ever since I watched the 9/11 disaster from our summer home on the shores of New Jersey, this nervous Nellie has been a bit squeamish about going through the long Lincoln Tunnel that runs under the river from New Jersey and opens into the city. The city that I constantly dreamed of as a child, and that has for a long time held my heart, New York. But it finally took nothing stronger than a mother's love to pull me back again to the city of survival. My son, the rock star, was coming to town.

We arrived at Le Bar Bat on 57th Street where my husband and I were quickly ushered in behind the "big red velvet rope" guarded by men with muscles bigger than Arnold's.

Inside the door, we were stamped like a pork rump that has passed FDA inspection. From there a host herded us toward a pretty young woman in a fetching blue wig with a figure to die for who tagged us with Technicolor hospital-like bracelets that would allow us two free drinks.

She then moved us on to another amazingly handsome young man with the whitest teeth I have ever seen who pinned us with flashing lapel pins that said something I couldn't for the life of me read upside down. It could have said "Big Jerk for Letting This be Pinned on You", for all I knew. He then sent us on to another beautiful girl wearing a pink wig who decked us out in fluorescent blue neck ring. I think she said something about free massages and Tarot card reading, but before I could question my hearing that was altered severely by my rock concert earplugs, we were moved along like a herd of cattle by the swell of enthusiastic Tonic fans behind us.

One would think that after a few years of attending rock concerts and hanging out in the dressing room with kids who are my age divided by three, that I would be used to it by now. But long ago I have given up my pathetic attempts to blend in and not be so obviously, "What is she doing here?" The truth is that even the 'clueless' figure out that my husband and I have to be someone's parents.

Trust me, if you ever want to feel your age, just go to a rock concert. It is a humbling experience being with kids who never think they are ever going to be, nor look as old as you.

But in the end there is sweet ex-girlfriend revenge for old folks like us. While others are tramping through the cold to city garages, or waiting in the chilly night wind for a cab, bus, or subway to take them home, life can be sweet for the parents of a rock star.

For instance, when your son gives you a lift at 3 a.m. back to your Chelsea apartment in his new bright tour bus that is as long as a New York City cross-town block and the color of Christmas. And better than that, when he then drops you smack in front of your canopied door, you know you have a special life.

So what if the few bleary-eyed people wandering in the streets at that ungodly hour were scratching their heads at us two tired button-down seniors hopping (actually dragging) out of this crimson machine made to carry only young, hip people. And, okay, what if being supportive of your kid's things kind of makes you seem crazy sometimes. The truth for us is that there are no better perks that stepping out of a big red bus in the middle of the morning after a great night of forgetting how old you really are. Life just doesn't get better than that!

Sandra Hart is the former Ms. Sandra of the children's television program Romper Room and is a working actress in both film and television, an award-winning author and a popular motivational speaker. She is a member of the National Leadership council of NARSAD (National Alliance for Research on Schizophrenia and Depression) and host of http://www.sandrahart.net and http://www.livingwithpmr.com