A hard lesson
When DH got home that night I was already livid.
He phoned Rose and tried to work out what the hell was going on. Why was she being a bitch? I f she hadn’t been happy about something why not just speak to me about it? They started arguing. I could hear her on the other end of the phone “yes” she said “I know she’s not well”
Okay so I was just the mad lady?
Finally DH hung up on her.
I wanted nothing more to do with it.
This wasn’t fun.
It felt immature and stupid and was hurting everyone.
We got drunk. We called it quits tried our best to have a nice night. Just the two of us. Trying to remember why we wanted to be together.
We had a good thing.
Sex with friends though…its just way too messy.
It was pretty late when the phone rang.
We ignored it. Let the machine pick it up.
It rang again and again.
Eventually we checked the machine.
It was Matt.
He sounded furious.
If we didn’t phone him back he was going to keep phoning all bloody night if needs be.
DH dialed his number.
Matt wanted to know what the fuck he thought he was doing speaking to his wife like that.
And how fucking dare I? Tried to make out I was delusional. DH pointed out, now wait a minute. You keep getting in touch with her. You’re the one giving mixed messages.
He wanted to speak to me.
He said a lot of things. Angry things. He laid into me good a proper
He never wanted to speak to me again.
Did he make himself clear?
Crystal.
When I hung up the phone I felt like I’d been beaten up.
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I wrote him a big long angry letter that I never had the guts to send.
A response to one or two things he said to me that very last conversation we had.
I still have it…
You can read it in the next post…
