Three days
On Friday, a mere half hour before I was supposed to have a date with Southern Boy, I found something out about him from a friend.
He has a girlfriend. (Not me.)
He and I were not serious. Truth be told, I saw no future with him and was planning on ending it soon, but I kept hanging out with him because it was fun. He was sweet and attentive, and it was nice having someone around. We quickly got to the point where we were spending time together three or four days a week.
And the entire time, for the last two months, I have been the other woman.
It doesn't matter that we weren't serious. When I start to count the number of times he lied to me, point blank, about everything, I want to throw up. When I start to think about the few days that he was in NYC sending me cute little text messages about how much he missed me, while she was standing right there by his side, I am just awestruck at how someone could pull that off, be that deceptive - to two people at the same time.
Needless to say, it was a bad weekend. My mother and my best friend took turns babysitting me, helping me through everything. But yesterday I made a decision. This weekend, these three days, were it. This was all of the self-pity time I was going to allow myself. When I woke up on Monday morning, I was going to start over, and dive back into my life - which, aside from this little blip, is actually pretty wonderful.
It is now Monday morning, and I'm feeling pretty good. Of course, I don't know how I will ever trust or believe anyone that I'm dating again, but I guess I will cross that bridge when I come to it. After a few months of emotional rest.
He has a girlfriend. (Not me.)
He and I were not serious. Truth be told, I saw no future with him and was planning on ending it soon, but I kept hanging out with him because it was fun. He was sweet and attentive, and it was nice having someone around. We quickly got to the point where we were spending time together three or four days a week.
And the entire time, for the last two months, I have been the other woman.
It doesn't matter that we weren't serious. When I start to count the number of times he lied to me, point blank, about everything, I want to throw up. When I start to think about the few days that he was in NYC sending me cute little text messages about how much he missed me, while she was standing right there by his side, I am just awestruck at how someone could pull that off, be that deceptive - to two people at the same time.
Needless to say, it was a bad weekend. My mother and my best friend took turns babysitting me, helping me through everything. But yesterday I made a decision. This weekend, these three days, were it. This was all of the self-pity time I was going to allow myself. When I woke up on Monday morning, I was going to start over, and dive back into my life - which, aside from this little blip, is actually pretty wonderful.
It is now Monday morning, and I'm feeling pretty good. Of course, I don't know how I will ever trust or believe anyone that I'm dating again, but I guess I will cross that bridge when I come to it. After a few months of emotional rest.
posted by Erin at
8:13 AM
3 Comments:
Wow...thats a remarkably shitty thing of him to do.
I'm glad you're doing ok and I'm all for emotional rest. I'm about to be getting some myself!
Holy shit, my friend. You are a warrior goddess.
WHAT? That's it. I'm becoming a lesbian.
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