“Behave!” Called my friendly neighbour Mark as I sailed past.
“I will behave!!” My famous last words before leaving the building, heading out for a few drinks & a catch-up with a partner in crime of mine.
News of my romance with Moon Man had yet to reach his ears so I felt like relaying it to him in person since we’ve been lovers almost as long as we’ve known each other. Drinks were at his place where he likes to keep a stash of specially imported liquor. Red Malibu & pineapple juice was the order of the day. Malibu laced with tequila, mmmmm.
Avoiding his kisses as he greeted me, I told him I was seeing someone. He knew it, he said, I’d been ghosting him. Oh no I hadn’t, in fact we had kept in touch all the while by text, so I had not ghosted him.
Drinks were mixed & enjoyed & then out came the coca. My partner in crime was eager to get intimate. I too was horny as hell. I messaged Moon Man, told him I was going to drag him down a back alley & have my way with him. He was up for it, after work. My partner in crime had already been informed of my impending departure to go & see my new lover but that didn’t stop his advances. Lingering hugs turned into kisses but sex was not happening. Instead we sniffed lots more lines & talked the ears off each other.
Bedtime came early, since he was working the following morning. Should I stay or should I go? That was the question, a really stupid question. The obvious answer is no but in the state I was in I was in two minds. Rest felt right, but meant cancelling that late date with my lover. I texted Moon Man to cancel.
On reflection, I should NOT have chosen to stay. How would I feel if Moon Man spent the night with his ex? Rotten. Devastated. Obliterated.
We fell into a slumber but were awoken by my phone vibrating in the wee hours. I was not home & Moon Man knew it. The text messages were coming in thick & fast. Liar! He called me. I had not lied. It was an omission of the truth that I was spending the night elsewhere. My intention was to tell him the following day but I didn’t have to. I have a sneaking suspicion that he went to my home to find my bedroom window with curtains akimbo, no sign of life inside.
Too bad. We both suffered a sleepless night. I kept waking up in the doldrums of despair over the mess I had found myself in. Had I destroyed my relationship with Moon Man? My partner in crime had a great laugh at my expense. Then he came in for the kill.
I let him at it. Sure I was already fucked, why not get fucked? Except it felt so wrong that I asked him to stop. End of story.
Except it doesn’t end there of course.
What followed was a day of torture & tears. So many tears, I cried me a river during a day of text messages back & forth to & from Moon Man. He wanted a yes or no answer: did I cheat on him or not. I fucked up, royally, yes I cheated on him.
Can we work through this? Anything is possible. We shall meet next week. I pray for the best possible outcome. May my prayers be answered.
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Faith In The Ripple Effect 