The Story
Two years ago, I was asked by my boss to go to one of our sites down south in the Philippines. I look the earliest flight on a Tuesday. It was some kind of fire-fighting with one of our major clients. I tell you, it was so taxing. I must say I was almost poisoned by the oral debates.
After a week-long stay in the site, I called my boyfriend on the Sunday of that week to tell him I need a ride the next day - Monday. Well, he told me he can't because he's got early morning meetings with a couple of clients. [Sigh!]
All meetings culminated on Friday so . . . Saturday and Sunday must be boring since I don't have friends from there. So What I did I re-booked my flight and took an advance trip on Sunday after lunch. Surprise! Surprise! I thought. He should be surprised.
I arrived at around 4 PM and went directly to our condo. I walked slowly and so silently. Then with much enthusiasm, I unlocked the door using my key.
Surprise?! I blurted. But to my surprise. My boyfriend was in bed. Naked. Shocked to see me. My bestfriend was also there. Naked. He, too, was shocked.
I am not the kind who would create a scene. Tears were welling in my eyes already. I pulled back and walked away.
Painful!
We've been living together for 2 years and 7 months already. And my bestfriend was with me for almost 20 years that day.
Painful. But I am over. Unfortunately, the friendship was no longer there.
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