Bad Harry! Bad, bad Harry!

Before my heart stops racing and before I go on a binge breaking things…

This morning I was to meet Harry for breakfast at the local Huddle House.  We met.  Now I’m at work and ready to spit nails into someone’s tires.

When I got there he was already sitting in the booth.  I sat down, we ordered, and he just stared at me and smiled.  I told him about our tenants moving out, and about the possible buyer on the house.  When I mentioned that I just hate not knowing how long I’ll be here and what is going on, he had kind of a weird guilty look on his face.  I knew something was up.

Then he said, “There’s something that I wanted to talk to you about.  I should have told you last week, but I couldn’t.”  Great.  What now?  Then he went on to tell me that his friends had talked him into giving it another shot with his wife, and he had moved, as in really moved, back in with his wife, but he really likes me and wants to keep seeing me.  WHAT THE HELL?

This is EXACTLY what I told him I didn’t want to happen.  I told him in the beginning that I didn’t want to start seeing him and then have him turn around and decide he was going back with his wife or ex-girlfriend.

I feel like an idiot.  I saw the red flags, and I chose to ignore them.

Any way, I told him that I refused to be the “other woman.”  If he wanted to try to work things out with his wife, then he should do so and give it his all…with no girlfriends on the side.  I even told him that I hoped things worked out for them.

All he could say was that he was sorry.

Sorry my ass.  I didn’t even eat my breakfast.  My appetite was gone.  I brought it back for my sister to eat instead.  From my pain, comes her gain.

I’m trying to remain calm about all this, because I didn’t even really have anything vested into the relationship yet, but it still pisses me off.  Deep breaths and happy thoughts….

On the bright side, now I have something to write about.  And…I no longer have evil thoughts about how I should stick around here.  I still owe you an explanation on why I probably shouldn’t move back to New Orleans, but I’ll post that in a separate post, soon.  (Just so you know, I would really, really like to move back to NOLA.)

Happy humping.

4 thoughts on “Bad Harry! Bad, bad Harry!

  1. What you did was right, he was wrong to think that he could “try to work things out” with his wife & have fun with you at the same time. You basically said what I told my ex who was confused about her feelings for me and her friend (won’t get into that). I told her to “Be present in the moment. You can’t truly be with someone while yearning for someone else, nothing good will come of it. Give it your all & if it doesn’t work, oh well.” And then we broke up & 6 months later he proposed to her & now they’re married. Go figure.

    Anyway, this is just further proof that you shouldn’t ignore your instincts hon’. And you really don’t have to hold back, sure you can be civilized (in public), but it’s more than fine to let it all out. I don’t want you to explode, so please talk, write or do whatever it is that will help you get past this non-event in your dating life.

    Take care,
    S. Alexander Quammie, aka The Wandering Mind

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