It's been three years since I had that wonderful sex-filled night with my old flame, Diane. We met up at a writer's conference in California and rekindled our physical and emotional relationship 3000 miles from home.
She bailed on me and flew back to New Jersey before I could stop her. I keep telling myself it was not meant to be as she was married to someone she 'loved' for 10 years and wasn't going to leave him, in spite of the many times she told me that night that she loved
me
.
It was her way to not bring embarrassment or shame to the family by continuing our relationship. I'm sure that's what it was to make her disappear and loose touch with me for so long. The fact that just about everyone knew we were more than just friends, bothered her. We were both previously married, and had grown children.
I had closed that chapter of my life after she abruptly vanished from the writer's convention, thinking to myself that she would not ever leave husband number two. She told me that she loved him and that he was a 'wonderful man'. Well, she didn't have the guts to tell me to my face, she left a note with the hotel concierge. It was everything she wasn't saying in that note that made me think perhaps she really didn't want to be married to him. Or maybe I was just trying to read into it the way I wanted.
That summer as fate would have it, I met up with her again! Friends of mine have a home at the Jersey shore, and invited me to spend a week there last August. Prior to that, I hadn't scene or heard from her. Being a lover of the ocean, I couldn't resist my friend's invitation and was looking forward to spending some time with them at the beach.
One night my friends and I went to a restaurant on the water overlooking the harbor. After being seated, I glanced over to my right and saw her having dinner with a very handsome, partially gray haired man. They were sipping wine and smiling at eachother. I immediately hated him. I didn't care what kind of person he was, I hated the fact that he got to spend time with her and I became insanely jealous.
I went into panic mode. What should I do? Casually just go say hello and see what her reaction was? Pretend not to see her and hide behind my friends with my back to them? I didn't know how to act. My stomach immediately had butterflies just seeing her again. She looked great and seemed to be happy. Part of me was saying she didn't deserve to be happy as I was miserable and it was all her fault!
Seeing them together, I wanted to burst her bubble and throw myself in front of her so she could squirm and explain me away. I wondered if she had told him about us and that we had a physical relationship for nearly ten years before she ever met him. Did he not know anything about her past? I contemplated what to do and pretended to enjoy my meal when all I wanted to do was throw up or hide under the table.
I nervously sat watching their every move. It seemed that she was getting up and heading for the restroom. This was my chance! If I was going to confront her, I should corner her in the bathroom and tell her how I felt about what she did to me three years ago in California.
I excused myself and headed to the ladies room. I saw her go into a stall and waited by the row of sinks until she came out. When she exited, she was stunned at seeing me there with my arms crossed and a furious grin on my face,
'OMG' she said. Barb, 'What are you doing here?'
'Really?' I said with a hint of anger in my voice.
'I'm sorry things didn't work out in California, Barb, but I had no choice.
I'm married now, as I told you."
'No, you didn't tell me, you didn't have the guts to talk to me. You wrote me a note for Gods sake!'
'I'm sorry. I didn't want to see that hurt look on your face if I told you in person.'
'Well, are you at least happy now?'
'No, not really. I'm just settling at this stage of my life'.
'Why? Why can't you be with someone you love and who love's you back?' I asked her.
'He does love me. I just don't know why I don't feel the same love for him as I did for you.'
I couldn't believe what she was saying. She admitted it! She did LOVE me! I searched her face, looking into her eyes to see if I could tell she was just making it up or if she was really being truthful. I knew she had to leave as he was waiting for her return so I hastily blurted out:
'Can I see you? Just as friends. I miss our friendship and I miss you. You don't have to tell him about us if you don't want to.'
'He knows nothing about our relationship, as it was so many years ago. I mentioned your name to him that you were a close friend but nothing more. I would like to keep it that way'.
'I don't care what you tell him, as long as I can see you again!' I said, pathetically.
I heard myself begging for her to let me back in her life. Why was I doing that I asked myself? She wasn't worthy of my friendship or my love for that matter. I just couldn't help it, as I wanted desperately to see her again. My heart was speaking for itself even though I wanted it to shut up.
She turned and headed for the door saying, "Call me. You have my number".
I joined my friends and as much as I wanted to finish my dinner, I just couldn't put anything into my stomach. I had all I could do not to burst out crying as I saw him grab her hand and put his arm around her waist as they exited the restaurant. I felt the blade of the dagger go deep into my chest.
Of course I tossed and turned all night thinking and plotting my next meet up with Diane. I wanted to be casual and not act so needy, but I couldn't help it. I truly wanted to see her and spend time with her in spite of all she had put me through.
I must have sat there looking at my phone for twenty minutes before I got up the nerve to dial her number. She answered after the first ring and said, "I didn't think you would call".
'Well, I did. Do you want to meet for lunch? I'm free today', I anxiously told her.
'No, I can't. Richard and I are going sailing. Maybe, tomorrow then?'
She sounded so stuck up. Sailing? Who goes sailing? The guy must be well off to have a sailboat and a house down the shore.
"Ok. Sure. Tomorrow is fine."
"Where should we meet"
"Barnacle Bill's on the boardwalk about 1. Does that work for you? She asked.