A recent discovery has me flummoxed. That’s right. I found out that a friend of mine has been cheating on her husband for years. Ten years! And I never knew about it.
I mean, I guess I shouldn’t expect to be privy to everything about a friend, or a lover for that matter, but you know females. We share. It’s not that we share intimate details of personal stuff, although I suppose some do. But we talk about things that happen in our lives; love, relationships, kids, silly things we’ve done, successes we’ve had, laughs and sorrow. This particular friend tells all – or so I thought. Now I discover she’s been seeing another man for over ten years yet no one had the slightest idea because she and her husband of twenty three years seem so deliriously happy together. How can this be?
She outed herself quite by accident when we bumped into her lover at a coffee shop. The chemistry between them was so electric that I couldn’t help ask if she knew him, which was the moment of the big reveal. It was her expression that gave her away.
She claims she loves both her husband and her lover, and that her husband doesn’t know about it and her lover doesn’t care that he will always be only the lover. Kind of perfect really, except in order for it to truly be perfect her husband should know. Really. Then again, I know the guy and I am not sure how he would take the news, especially since it’s been going on for ten years.
Don’t you just love that a word like flummox exists?