I wasn’t in love with him. I wasn’t attracted to him. I had a shattered heart and I was desperate for attention. He was into kink, but not D/s. That’s okay. I just wanted to fuck.
She kept calling and calling. I didn’t understand why he didn’t just put that phone on silent.
He didn’t tell me he was married. He “forgot to mention it” as if it was some tiny, insignificant detail. He knew how I felt about it and “forgot” to tell me until it was too late.
No matter how long I stayed under the hot water of the shower, I couldn’t scrub the guilt away.
He still tries to contact me sometimes. He calls me beautiful and tells me he misses me. Of course he does, she probably figured it out.