I carry the guilt of having betrayed A, knowing well that she was married to S. I wish I'd never fallen in love with S. Yes he is my boss, and A is my friend. Me and A are now closer than before.
She is a warm and friendly person who ensures that everyone around her is ok. I felt comfortable with her right from the beginning, not knowing what was coming ahead.
I could tell from S's actions, favours and stares that he liked me. I felt very uncomfortable, but convinced myself that it was not true. He suggested that we get close after about a month of working with them. I rejected him, with excuses of him being my boss and married.
He was very kind, and he always ensured that I was ok at all times, so I thanked God for the boss and friend I had found. And along the way, I developed feelings for him. I tried to fight it, because this is the time he persisted more. I was confused, because my feelings for him were getting deeper. But it felt so wrong for me to accept, given the environment: my boss, and his status, married.
Now something strange happened. I had not accepted him, but I always got jealous whenever I saw him together with his wife. I told him I can not live in a relationship whereby am a mistress, because I would never be happy like that. He responded, and said he did not look at me as a mistress. He kept saying that he felt so special when was I around and when he was home. He felt like being with me. So the journey began.
He would text me very early in the morning, pick me up, go to work, and after work he still would text from the time we separated to the time we fell asleep. I asked him to stop texting that much. At a certain moment, I remember, he said he would not stop, because he felt lonely and he wanted to be with me in spirit.
This went on for a whole month before he suggested that we meet somewhere cosy. (I am sorry I am giving all the details.) I tried to dodge him, till one day when I accepted to go out with him for a drink. We talked so much, I recall. I gave him my reasons as to why I couldn't be with him. But during this time, I don't know how it happened, but we kissed passionately, and that was the beginning of my depressing love life with S.
All this time, I felt I was not free. I felt guilty because it was a life full of pretense, loneliness and fights. Why? Because I was not content or happy. But I loved him. And so I kept dumping him, at least twice a month. But he never gave up. He kept pursuing me and promising me to be a little patient. And yes, we made up, again and again, because I was always unhappy and sad while we were apart, and that's why I could easily accept him back.
6 months down the road, my life was totally depressed. Imagine, I would love to be with him after work, but we just couldn't. Remember, he was married, but at least he could spare a few evenings or nights for me, though it was not enough for me. You will call me "selfish." I don't care. But his assurance of the love he had for me kept me going. And I felt I also had the right to be with him, just like any lady would love to be with their man.
I love A and I felt so bad whenever I imagined how hurt she would be when she found out about us. That feeling always pushed me away from S. It made me hate myself for having gotten involved and given in to my feelings for S. All this while, I could consider myself being the other woman. But hell no. Why would I settle for that kind of life? I had a number of guys interested in me, but I loved S.
Somebody tell me. Was that wrong? How can someone agree to live like that, all in the name of love, yet possibly they can settle with any other single guy?
Then D-day came. A got to know. S never denied. We all met in the office the following day. She was bitter but calm. I knew she was hurt. I wish I was not the trouble causer, so that I could help her. But I was. She felt so betrayed. I asked her to forgive me, but I knew that was not enough.
She is a warm and friendly person who ensures that everyone around her is ok. I felt comfortable with her right from the beginning, not knowing what was coming ahead.
I could tell from S's actions, favours and stares that he liked me. I felt very uncomfortable, but convinced myself that it was not true. He suggested that we get close after about a month of working with them. I rejected him, with excuses of him being my boss and married.
He was very kind, and he always ensured that I was ok at all times, so I thanked God for the boss and friend I had found. And along the way, I developed feelings for him. I tried to fight it, because this is the time he persisted more. I was confused, because my feelings for him were getting deeper. But it felt so wrong for me to accept, given the environment: my boss, and his status, married.
Now something strange happened. I had not accepted him, but I always got jealous whenever I saw him together with his wife. I told him I can not live in a relationship whereby am a mistress, because I would never be happy like that. He responded, and said he did not look at me as a mistress. He kept saying that he felt so special when was I around and when he was home. He felt like being with me. So the journey began.
He would text me very early in the morning, pick me up, go to work, and after work he still would text from the time we separated to the time we fell asleep. I asked him to stop texting that much. At a certain moment, I remember, he said he would not stop, because he felt lonely and he wanted to be with me in spirit.
This went on for a whole month before he suggested that we meet somewhere cosy. (I am sorry I am giving all the details.) I tried to dodge him, till one day when I accepted to go out with him for a drink. We talked so much, I recall. I gave him my reasons as to why I couldn't be with him. But during this time, I don't know how it happened, but we kissed passionately, and that was the beginning of my depressing love life with S.
All this time, I felt I was not free. I felt guilty because it was a life full of pretense, loneliness and fights. Why? Because I was not content or happy. But I loved him. And so I kept dumping him, at least twice a month. But he never gave up. He kept pursuing me and promising me to be a little patient. And yes, we made up, again and again, because I was always unhappy and sad while we were apart, and that's why I could easily accept him back.
6 months down the road, my life was totally depressed. Imagine, I would love to be with him after work, but we just couldn't. Remember, he was married, but at least he could spare a few evenings or nights for me, though it was not enough for me. You will call me "selfish." I don't care. But his assurance of the love he had for me kept me going. And I felt I also had the right to be with him, just like any lady would love to be with their man.
I love A and I felt so bad whenever I imagined how hurt she would be when she found out about us. That feeling always pushed me away from S. It made me hate myself for having gotten involved and given in to my feelings for S. All this while, I could consider myself being the other woman. But hell no. Why would I settle for that kind of life? I had a number of guys interested in me, but I loved S.
Somebody tell me. Was that wrong? How can someone agree to live like that, all in the name of love, yet possibly they can settle with any other single guy?
Then D-day came. A got to know. S never denied. We all met in the office the following day. She was bitter but calm. I knew she was hurt. I wish I was not the trouble causer, so that I could help her. But I was. She felt so betrayed. I asked her to forgive me, but I knew that was not enough.
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