Affairs
I read this today and found it rather interesting. I don't know that there would be many women who would be able to NOT react emotionally to discovering their boyfriend/partner/husband was cheating on them. I certainly didn't think particularly logically when I found out.
I met this lovely American bloke through my work early last year. He was working as Project Manager on the construction site of our new office building and was extremely persistent in getting me to go out with him. I gave in, we went out, and had a good time. I enjoyed his company and we began to see more and more of each other. Little by little, I guess I fell in love with him. In June I went to Canada for a month to be bridesmaid for a friend of mine who now lives in Vancouver. He was all "what am I going to do for a whole month without you"? I said "I'm sure you'll be able to find something to amuse yourself with, it's only four weeks". Little did I know that "something" would turn out to be "somebody". I got back, and he admitted he'd "been a bad boy" while I had been away. I told him he needed to make a choice, that I wasn't going to share. Apparently he'd already made his choice; he'd actually moved in with the "somebody" 11 days after I left the country, but I didn't find that out until later, much later. And things carried on their merry little way for the next few months until ...
Around the beginning of October I discovered, quite by accident, that not only was he still seeing this other woman, and had moved in with her, but that he'd also become engaged to her at the end of July or thereabouts! I left a stunned message on his cell phone, endured talking through my relationship with him with his soon to be father-in-law and found out that he had passed me off to his fiancee as a stalker. Now even if I'd had the energy, or inclination, at that time to be stalking him, I seriously wouldn't even know where to start!
Fast forward to early May. I didn't see or hear from him for just over seven months, until he appeared at my door early one Sunday morning. To say I was surprised could be one of the biggest under-statements in the World! Gob-smacked might be more like it. In fact so gob-smacked, instead of closing the door in his face, I offered him a cup of coffee!! Go figure! In reply to my question of "What the hell are you doing here?" He replied "I wanted to see how you are, and I miss you". I told him not to.
Since then he's become a regular visitor. Once or twice a week he calls in on his way to work, has a coffee and tells me what he's been doing, how progess is going on the houses they're now building. Mundane, day to day stuff. We still talk like we used to, we still argue like we used to. It's surreal really when I think about it.
Have I forgiven him for breaking my heart? Yes, I think I probably have. I'm not a saint, but I do know the difference between right and wrong. In my heart I know this is wrong, .....but he still makes me smile. Bugger him!!
I met this lovely American bloke through my work early last year. He was working as Project Manager on the construction site of our new office building and was extremely persistent in getting me to go out with him. I gave in, we went out, and had a good time. I enjoyed his company and we began to see more and more of each other. Little by little, I guess I fell in love with him. In June I went to Canada for a month to be bridesmaid for a friend of mine who now lives in Vancouver. He was all "what am I going to do for a whole month without you"? I said "I'm sure you'll be able to find something to amuse yourself with, it's only four weeks". Little did I know that "something" would turn out to be "somebody". I got back, and he admitted he'd "been a bad boy" while I had been away. I told him he needed to make a choice, that I wasn't going to share. Apparently he'd already made his choice; he'd actually moved in with the "somebody" 11 days after I left the country, but I didn't find that out until later, much later. And things carried on their merry little way for the next few months until ...
Around the beginning of October I discovered, quite by accident, that not only was he still seeing this other woman, and had moved in with her, but that he'd also become engaged to her at the end of July or thereabouts! I left a stunned message on his cell phone, endured talking through my relationship with him with his soon to be father-in-law and found out that he had passed me off to his fiancee as a stalker. Now even if I'd had the energy, or inclination, at that time to be stalking him, I seriously wouldn't even know where to start!
Fast forward to early May. I didn't see or hear from him for just over seven months, until he appeared at my door early one Sunday morning. To say I was surprised could be one of the biggest under-statements in the World! Gob-smacked might be more like it. In fact so gob-smacked, instead of closing the door in his face, I offered him a cup of coffee!! Go figure! In reply to my question of "What the hell are you doing here?" He replied "I wanted to see how you are, and I miss you". I told him not to.
Since then he's become a regular visitor. Once or twice a week he calls in on his way to work, has a coffee and tells me what he's been doing, how progess is going on the houses they're now building. Mundane, day to day stuff. We still talk like we used to, we still argue like we used to. It's surreal really when I think about it.
Have I forgiven him for breaking my heart? Yes, I think I probably have. I'm not a saint, but I do know the difference between right and wrong. In my heart I know this is wrong, .....but he still makes me smile. Bugger him!!
posted by Kiwigirl @ 12:45 PM
2 Comments:
wow! you surely know how to forgive!
It was easier, Grace, to forgive him than hold onto the anger. Sure, in the beginning I would have loved to have run him over, or smashed his head into a brick wall! But the anger was making me not a nice person to be around ....
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