It all started about five years ago. I met a guy who, at that time, had been living in the capital for a long time. He came to our province, 750 km away, to visit his aunt. That’s where he met me.
The first night sitting with him on the bench (it was summer) I listened patiently to his recent divorce. He talked about the wound inflicted by his ex-wife. She had simply cheated on him, thus destroying the family in which his son was growing up. I comforted him, I sympathized. The hurt and disappointed were always drawn to me like a magnet. The “treatment” was successful, and soon he began to come to our village very often, but not to his aunt’s, but to me. Can you imagine, the distance is not particularly small, but once every two or three weeks he comes to me.
He always came (except for vacations) literally overnight. He arrived on Saturday night and left on Sunday morning. Always looked forward to seeing him. I can’t say for sure if it was love. Just strong affection or purely physical attraction in general. To be honest, I can’t answer that question myself. But the fact that the feeling was strong, I realized when we broke up. And in the most unexpected way for me.
He came back for another visit (it had been over two years since we had known each other). We had a candlelit dinner, intimate atmosphere, champagne, and a quiet conversation about nothing. And then I hear him say, “Baby, will you marry me?” Confusion on my part, embarrassment. A promise to think about it. I probably would have said yes after a while had it not been for one phone call. In the morning he left, as usual.
The next day, getting ready for work in the morning, I hear the sound of a text message on my phone. I smiled, confident that it was his “good morning, Baby!” as usual. He and I have been communicating very closely on the phone. I open it and can’t believe it. They text me, “hi, can I ask what right you girl is calling my husband?” What happened to me is hard to describe. But I, like a civilized person, called the number and talked to Martha. Fortunately, the girl was also adequate.
I did not dig too deeply. I just found out that their relationship lasts for about a year, and they live together! When I called him, I just asked one question and immediately knew it was true. One thing I can’t understand is how he managed to live with her and communicate with me over the phone in such a way that I never even once suspected anything? There were no whispers, no missed calls, no silence in response to my texts. There was never a time limit on communication. I could calmly call him at two in the morning, and talk to him calmly.
My reaction was predictable to me. I could never forgive him for cheating, although I never had to deal with it again. Then there were his constant calls, visits. But after that I never saw him again. When he came, I intentionally disappeared. Then I left for another city. For a very long time, even after changing almost everything in my life, I could not forget him. Now I can say with certainty that after two years, I am fine. I wouldn’t want to be with him. I never called or wrote to him again, though I know he is still with Martha.
He doesn’t call me every day, of course, but once every four months steadily. Just to see how I’m doing. He is sure to congratulate me on all the holidays, even though I do not answer. He remembers all of our dates and reminds me of them.
Why does he need all this? Why not cut me out of his life and not live happily with the one he chose? I want to understand, but I can’t.
