Around this time, she has me on her computer doing something for her. I was probably downloading pictures, creating folders, etc. I saw an old pic of her from before we met labeled Rain Birthday. I open it and she is at some fancy hotel with a short, ethnic guy. He looked Italian or Hispanic. She closed the picture quickly, always something to hide. It looked like her boss. We'll call him "Shorty." I said, this looks like the same guy in the picture frame. One morning after sex, something dropped behind her bed. I went down looking for it and found a small heart shaped picture frame and a photo album of her and Shorty. I was like, huh? Your boss? You had a thing with your boss?
She flatly denies it. Even criticizing his looks and stature to me. He is 20 years older than her. Into real estate as well and has millions. She says he was always there for her as a friend and father figure only. He was there for her during her divorce. He was there for her when her father died. He took her out, wined and dined her but only as a friend. I told her it was okay to tell me the truth. She said they had to go away a few times on business trips, etc. He was only in that frame because he was the only person there for her after her divorce. More lies. Turns out, this relationship was more than that. I only found that out a week ago. They were having sex, of course. I do not know how deep it ran. Maybe she was in love with this guy. Maybe HE is Tony. Whoa. Shorty is Tony? Lets see. Both ethnic, like myself. I'm Italian. Both have grown daughters. Both involved in real estate. Both well off. And for some reason, both unattainable. You see, Shorty is married.
She turns it on me. I am acting like her crazy ex husband. I don't trust her. Etc. Etc. I guess I'll never know the full truth. Maybe they were the same person. Maybe Shorty wanted to set a place up for her and give her a baby, more money, whatever she wanted. She always talked about her boss one day setting herself up somewhere near the water to run one of his businesses and how that would be great if it happened. Maybe there really was a Tony as well. Supposedly a friend of the boss. Hmm. Not sure if I had a piece of ass on the side if I would want my friend intruding on that. I guess it doesn't matter. The proof is there. She lied. She lied to cover more lies. She lied to cover her shame and embarrassment. Maybe her guilt.
I was never invited to a company XMas party. Apparently it was for the managers and kitchen staff only. No guests. I was upset but smoothed over with more stories. Maybe it was true. Maybe it wasn't. I was skipped over from a secret fancy dinner there with her Mom, her mother's bf and her mother's work friend who was in town for a conference. I was skipped for a work friend of her mother's? The excuse of course: she likes to keep her personal life separate from her work because of her crazy ex and the problems he caused. I bought it all. Hook, line and sinker eventually. Why not? I mean the sex was great, she pumped me up like I was God's gift to women She would give me an incredible night of sex, tell me how much she loves me. Promised I would be at the next function. Ha. Never happened. She thought I was stupid, and you know what, she was right. For awhile. Why did I stay? I knew something was amiss. I knew she was a liar. I thought I could help her. She would go on medications for her depression and then off again. By the end of the year, she was in a bad car accident. Hurt her neck bad. No way the hero could think of leaving now. I had to stay and help. After all, I loved her. I was going to be there for her no matter what. What a fool I was....
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