So after my all night disappearance, I am pretty sure that my (soon to be ex) Husband was not pleased to find me with The Arab. Actually, I know he was pissed because he came right out and said so.
After a silent cab ride home.
Tag Archive: trust
Occasionally an opportunity goes by that you just can’t pass up. I had one of those nights about three months after I got married. I got to throw three of his problems in his face in one night.
To show him how it felt.
I didn’t expect him to answer his phone when I called. We hadn’t talked in three or four months. I didn’t bother to leave a message when it went to his voice mail.
But I was surprised to get a text from him a few minutes later. We texted for hours and I met him at his place at midnight. We talked, fucked on the couch and then went to bed together.
But we didn’t go to sleep.
I called her a lot of things when I was texting him the other day trying to get answers. I called her cunt, whore, bitch and slut. But I wasn’t blaming her and I don’t actually think she is any of those things. She didn’t know about me either. (According to him.)
And even if she did, it’s not her responsibility to maintain the relationship between Dreads and myself. It’s mine and Dreads responsibility. We are the ones that are supposed to care about what is going on between us.
So why did I call her a bunch of bad names in my texts?
I know, ask him, right. Because right now I trust him soooooo much.
Can he still be “friends” with his ex-girlfriend after they crossed the line?
He apparently thinks/thought so. Until I set him straight.
If you’re new to the situation, let me quickly get you up to speed-my boyfriend cheated on me. See here and there. I need to get all the crap I’m thinking out of my head.
If what he said was true-the it was only once (or even if it were a couple times) and that he feels incredibly bad and that he will never do it again-should he have told me what he did? Or should he have kept it to himself?
I’ve not necessarily been perfect. In this relationship. When I met Dreads, I was still banging The Arab. For, oh, about a month or so. Of course I never told Dreads this. Because I’m evil. And I doubt he’d approve.
It’s not like I was fucking The Arab everyday, once or twice in that time frame. And a couple blowjobs.
Dreads has always been a quiet person. But lately (the past few weeks) he was more like silent. He wasn’t joking around as much as usual. The sarcastic banter than we normally engage in seemed to disappear.
I kept asking him what was wrong.
He kept saying “nothing.”
