Who am I to deny him
The cool breeze tingled my arm, a refreshing and welcoming breeze. The air was humid, the sky bright, for the time of day. At this time of night, I had many times been curled up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around my body, a hot drink in hand. However today, I sat on my bed, staring at the man who had once been the love of my life, he was telling me it was over, that he no longer loved me. Tears were not going to fall, I would not allow him to see me cry. He was leaving me for Jenny, of all the people. I should have seen it coming, she was married, newly married, but yet she had taken my man, when she had a handsome husband of her own. Why did she need to take mine.
He stood there, staring at me, his mouth moving the words floating on the breeze, I imagined them slipping out the window and disappearing. He was done, it seemed, as he walked out and slammed the door. The news I had to tell him, seemed no longer important, he would not stay for that reason, and I no longer wanted him to, did I even want the baby I was having. It was not its fault. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. A smile on my face, I had known he was cheating, I had seen the signs, I had ignored them, I had wanted it to be his choice to stay, his choice to pick me. Be a family. I was wrong, I should have fought harder, I should have made an effect, it was my fault he strayed.
Hammering on the front door, had me on my feet, and stupidly thinking he had come back to me. I opened the door and found Ben on the other side.
"Where is she?"
"I guess where ever he is."
"Fraya, this is not funny, she is my wife, how dare she cheat on me with him?"
"Ben, don't get me wrong, but they are welcome to each other."
"But I love her," he said, falling onto my sofa and sobbing into his hands. I looked at him, he was crushed, why did I not feel that way. I felt bad for Ben, I was hurt, angry, the man I had loved had run off with his wife.
"I know, but better to find out before you had kids what a bitch she is."
"She said she never wanted kids, did you know that?"
"No, she never said."
"Well she told me that two weeks after we were married."
"Now she tells me she is pregnant, but its not mine and she is leaving me for him."
"Yeah, why did she do this to me. What is wrong with me?"
I stared at him, shook my head, he was an attractive man, tall, dark and had these eyes that were looking at me, and for a moment, I did my best not to look at him, to imagine him naked. I swallowed, and tried to speak. It seemed he understood, as he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard, he was not holding back, and neither was I. It seemed we both needed it, and once it was over, I expected him to leave, to tell me it was a mistake. Instead he told me, marrying her was a mistake, he loved her, but as he kissed me, he never felt what he did with me, and I had to admit, as strange as it was to sleep with the man whose wife stole your fiancé, it felt right, natural. We were after all both consenting adults. Where and what our future held was not in the now, for now we needed and wanted each other, and who was I to deny this handsome man that.