Just got a text from S. She says that she didn't tell her husband about meeting me in the cafe. He hasn't mentioned to her that he tried to hire a private detective and he also hasn't got back in touch with me. I didn't expect that he would either.
Are wives more loyal to their lovers than they are their husbands, are they more honest with them? As paradoxical as it sounds, I think that they are. I wonder if S's husband will descover the text sent and believe I am her lover? I hope not, I wouldn't want to be the cause of another mans pain.
She wants to meet for a coffee tomorow lunch time. I dont know what to say. I have left the text for about an hour now. Back in the office, I cant stand to be among the invasion of my home by that bitch who is probably playing footsie with my wife as they watch TV. She comes early in the day and stays till late, she should be helping me out with the morgage. Evicted from the house, I come here and blog till my hearts content (or at least not so noisy).
I brought my CD player with me down here today and it's feeling more and more like home everyday. Maybe I will bring the dog next. Listening to Ray LaMontagne, I pretend to myself that I am too busy to go back home yet. I pretend that I am swamped with work while I browse ebay and pick up bargains for the kids, while I water my plants and polish their leaves, while I contemplate opening my emergency nuts.
I keep looking at my phone and honestly dont know what to text her back. She probably wants to know what her husband knows to try and get the heads up on him and I wont be part of her cheating successfully on him, no fucking way! Or maybe she wants to be friends like in the old days, catch up, find out what's going on with me? Like fuck does she, she could have kept in touch if she wanted to, after all, our dads still go to the same golf course. I decide to ignore her text and resolve todays dilemas, after all, I already have one unfaithful wife to worry about, I dont need another one.