The day before yesterday was my man’s anniversary. There were us, his sister and her husband, his two grown daughters from his last marriage, and a friend.
The feast started, and a couple of hours later two women came over. They sat down at the table and he wooed them, but didn’t introduce us. Soon his weight was acting like I really didn’t exist. He danced with them and kissed them both on the cheek and hugged them. Then he confessed his love to one of them and offered to live with him. And this was going on in front of everybody.
She came up to me afterwards and said she could tell by my behavior who I was. And she said that I should get used to this, she had been living with him for three years. I told her that I had only been living with him for three months and I wouldn’t go on.
I’m not a drinker, but I drank three shots and left. The next morning he said he did what he thought was right and that was it. I am shocked.
