Cheating
Yesterday, I stood there in Heathrow and said goodbye, forcing myself to wave her off, as she began a new chapter in Vancouver, leaving the ashes, of all that England held in the distance. I understand her reasons, but I wish she did not have to cut ties. I thought friendship meant more, but what can you say?
I did what I had to do and would never be able to live with myself, if I had not taken that step. You see, she discovered last week that her be-all-and-end-all boyfriend, Scott had been cheating on her for roughly three months. He was having an affair with an attractive underling at the restaurant where he works as a chef.
As awful as this was, I cannot say it was much of a surprise or shock. I never liked him or trusted him, but hell, you are friends with the primary person not necessarily their significant other right?
Then she discovered that people around her had suspected for a while that he was cheating or at least thinking about it. People she trusted.
I never knew for sure, just suspected and I did tell her of those suspicions! I feel somewhat relieved that she finally sees the truth, but also a bit deflated about the fact that, I had told her, I thought he was straying two weeks before she left for Toronto on an assignment. She refused to listen, so blames me for ruining her perfect bubble!
I left Cambridge after that row, planning never to grace her doorstep again, yet now the scandal had revealed itself, I wondered if we could bury the hatchet. Alas, no joy there. Chiara has decided she wants to cut ties with the unnecessary people in her life, and apparently I am one of them.
If I had remained quiet about my suspicions, seeing him with the girl not once but four times, the last being the poignant episode, then maybe I could have kept my friendship but it would have been based on a lie.
I mean, you see a mate of yours or a the significant other of a mate, talking to a member of the opposite sex, you cannot immediately assume that they are having an affair, but following her three times into her house in the middle of the day was a bit strange! Saying you were working a double shift in the afternoon, and then inventing stories of your day, when two witnesses saw you enter the house with her, was odd to say the least!
I cannot reconcile not wanting to hear the truth. A boy cheated on me once and I never doubted that it had occurred, when my friend Kooma told me, he had seen him with another girl. It was over before it began, after I knew.
Would you in the same situation, tell a mate that she/he was being cheated on? Regardless of the potential flames or tears?
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Joy
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