After coming home from my run, showering and getting dressed, I snuggled up under my duvet pulling out my iPad. There I sat with my eyes closed, listening to the silence of our home. All I could hear was the beating of my heart and the occasional dog barking in the distance. I knew I didn’t have long to formulate my thoughts. The kids would be arriving back soon, so I started pecking away at the glass screen.
When I was done writing, I opened Facebook and saw Billy logged in. My heart raced even faster as I contemplated sending it immediately or waiting till after he logged off. In the end, I chose to send it then, while he was active. Talk about nerve wracking. Billy read it in real time, as I switched between the two applications. A solid lump formed in my throat as the “Seen at” time stamp updated, adding to the theatricalness of it all.
I have so much to say Billy. I wrote you a letter but I’m just going to cut and paste it into Facebook. I wish we could have spoken face to face, just to get some closure. As you can probably guess, I talked to Laura today. I am grateful that you were honest and candid with her. I wish you could have had the courage to do that with me. I definitely feel like I have more clarity now.
(Seen at 5:04 pm)
I said before that I wished I could undo meeting you. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. You showed me that I am just as capable of cheating on my husband, as my husband was able to cheat on me. Although nothing happened between us, it’s given me a new understanding of how easy it is to get sucked away from your spouse. And for that I thank you. I think this whole experience has given me a deeper understanding and a deeper sense of forgiveness for what my husband did to our marriage. And that I’m not perfect either. It’s a good life lesson for me–something I needed to learn/see for myself. Obviously, two years hasn’t been long enough to heal.
(Seen at 5:05 pm)
I still think you’re a good guy Billy, always have. But I do think you have a lot of issues which explains why you are not close to people, and frankly why you are still single. For the record, there is no elusive “perfect” woman. There will only be a perfect moment when you stop playing musical chairs and finally commit to someone. Don’t be afraid to love or commit Billy. I promise you. It’s amazing to do things for the people you love and not live a solitary life.
You know I’m a risk taker at heart. I laid it all on the table when I felt something between us after all these years. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But if you don’t throw the dice, you lose every time. Do I regret it? Not at all. I felt something the second I saw you staring at me from across the bar. Chemistry like that doesn’t just come along everyday.
(Seen at 5:05 pm)
Yes you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with breaking apart a marriage. But your messages said you were “overly” attracted to me. But I was married. However, once I was single, we would be a possibility down the road.
I told you I wanted you in my life. And you replied, “maybe”. Reading your messages one last time, I really felt like you were keeping the door wide open. Keeping your options open. I get it, you’re single. That is what single people do. But at each junction of me stating how I wanted you in my life, you never once stepped up to say you didn’t want me in yours. I just want you to be honest with me Billy. Good or bad. I can take it.
(Seen at 5:06 pm)
Laura explained that you didn’t want to hurt me. I respect the fact that you shared that with her. It only reconfirms that there was something between us, whatever that was. If you didn’t care for me in some capacity, I don’t think you would have considered my feelings at all. But that is water under the bridge now.
Seeing so many old friends reawakened something in me. I miss everyone. We use to all be so close. And we certainly shared a lot of laughs along the way. At the very least, I will come out of this staying in contact with several people who I drifted away from. I just wanted to clear the air with you so that if by chance we ever bump into each other, it’s not awkward. Or at the very least, won’t be as awkward. There might be another party one day, or someone has a kid or something….and well, it just might happen. Who knows what the future holds. We might just laugh about this at the next reunion when your bald and ugly and certainly no longer hot (Can you please be ugly at the next one? It will make things so much easier). And by the way, I am going to look stunning at the next one just to rub it in–hahaha 😊
(Seen at 5:07 pm)
Anyways, I have thought long and hard about whether or not to tell my husband. But it would only hurt him. Right now we are discussing a trial separation, but everyone is saying I am making a mistake. That he loves me so much. That he is a good guy who screwed up etc. I don’t need any drama in the future and nothing physical ever happened between us. So I am just going to put this behind me. And hope that I am making the right decision on that.
I wish you the best. I will always think of you when I see vintage cars. You have certainly cursed me in that way. Maybe over time, this will all feel like a big mistake. But I am still wrestling with, “I can’t explain it. It’s what I am attracted to….it wants what it wants.”
I am not expecting a reply, but rather wanted the chance to say my peace. Get everything off my chest and finally say…goodbye.
(Seen at 5:08 pm)
It took two more days for our friendship to be severed. But only twenty-four hours for my racing heartbeat to suddenly stop. Yes, it stopped. Finally.
I wish I could say that was the end of my story. But the truth is, it’s only the beginning of my sordid tale.
An amuse-bouche if you will.