Maybe I should’ve titled this story “An Affair Not to Remember” rather than the simple one I chose. The title I chose will make sense later in the story. Because honestly, all I want to do is forget it ever happened, but somehow I just can’t. You see, I think of this as a life experience worth sharing even if someone else thinks I should keep to myself for myself.
It happened when my husband (my then boyfriend) and I were dating; we had an argument one night. When he dropped me home after spending the day together that ended in a heated argument, I was going inside my house when I saw my ex-boyfriend. An ex who had left me for another girl while we were dating but who I hadn’t seen for almost a year.
Thinking back on it now, the argument with my husband wasn’t that big of a deal to do what I did and to be quite frank, what I did was unjustifiable. So, on my way to unlocking my door, I saw my ex-boyfriend and he called me over to him. So, even though my mind was telling me not to go, my heart said to see what he wanted.
I went over because I did miss him even though what he’d done to me was rotten. I wanted to see if he could probably explain to me why he did it even if it was self-explanatory. I wanted to see if we could rekindle what we had or if he wanted me the way I wanted him. I’ll never forget the day I was confronted with seeing him with her.
It caught me by surprise to be quite frank. We, he and I, had been together for almost a year, ten months to be exact and his birthday was coming up. We had met earlier that summer and hit it off right from the start. He was five years older than me, I was seventeen and he was twenty-one, I was his first young girlfriend and he was my second older guy. I was on my way to the store and he was on the sidewalk in front of our apartment complex, joking around with his brother and some buddies while drinking a beer. I overheard his conversation and made a funny remark. He made a joke in response. I laughed it off, but stared at him till I was out of sight to the store. From that moment on, we were inseparable. We had made the whole neighborhood jealous of us, I had his name (declaring myself as his) everywhere in sight or where we were, I was friends with his sisters, I hung with his friends, he knew my siblings, he made me laugh, we were enthused by one another’s energy, and we bought out the best in one another.
