Getting complicated
I missed Matt like mad. We hadn’t been in touch so much. To make matters even harder Rose was texting DH constantly. I felt jealous.
Me jealous…?
The woman who happily shared her husband with strangers. It didn’t make any sense.
DH shared the details of his night with me, as he often did but he wasn’t the same as he’d been before. It didn’t seem to have inspired him or recharged his batteries.
We began to fight. He’d made the sex sound cold and impersonal and it made me worry we could become like that one day.
Rose had told Matt the full story but from what I gathered he was more resigned to it than happy about it.
Everything seemed to be going wrong.
In the end DH admitted that he hadn’t been so much attracted to Rose as turned on by the idea.
She continued to text and he showed me the messages. She was starting to get whiny if he didn’t respond straight away.
It was making me uncomfortable.
DH started trying to get her to back off but couldn’t quite seem to do it.
He told me one night that a few times during their night together he’d had to think about other things in order to get hard.
This in itself caused problems. I mean. Could he be doing the same in bed with me?
I became increasingly paranoid and distant.
And then Matt started texting again.
We had said we wanted us to remain friends.
But soon the text messages were getting flirty again.
And then steamy.
By this time he had been promoted. He was now DH’s boss.
Him and DH had to spend the next Friday working together. On our side of the country.
DH knew that I was still in love. He said he could see it in my eyes.
The whole week our text messages flew back and forth again.
We began playing online scrabble.
Teasing and flirting.
Whoever won would get to set a forfeit for the other.
I lost.
Matt told me I would have to cook him dinner…
