I have so much to say
and so many things I want to get off of my chest, that I don’t even know where
to begin. I guess I’ll start with the present.
I have fallen head over
heels for someone, and they have fallen for me.
It seemed to happen out of nowhere, which is the way I hear that these
things happen. We just “get” each
other. One hour turns into two, then five,
then ten and before you know it – an entire day has passed and we barely
notice. We are in a world all of our
own. Or at least I thought.
Here’s where things get
dicey.
He is still technically
married, even though they have been separated and have lived apart for five
years. He told me this straight from the beginning, and after dealing with my
own divorce years ago, I can understand how filing the paperwork is really just
a detail. They have two children together: Boys, 15 and 18. He had really never had a reason to “pull the
trigger” until he met me.
And it gets worse.
A few weeks into the relationship,
I found out who his “wife” was: A girl I
went to grade school with, and whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in 27
years.
My grade school was a
very small, Catholic environment. We
only had 12 people in our class for all eight years. We were a very tight group at the time and I
still feel a bond with my classmates. I
have kept in contact with a few people, but she wasn’t one of them.
I hadn’t even thought
about her until about five years ago, when I saw her mug shot on the news over
a mobile meth lab. I hated it for her at
the time, because I knew she was better than that.
Fast forward to now and
she is still battling her demons and, apparently, I have added fuel to the
fire. She knows about the relationship
and we have had more than one run-in over it.
I can’t help but feel
some guilt, because I was raised to feel guilty about everything. I also don’t like the feeling of sacrificing
someone’s happiness for my own. My
defense to this situation is that the marriage was LONG over before I ever
entered the picture. She had left the
family household and moved in with another man and sometimes goes weeks at a
time without seeing her children.
Apparently, now that she knows he is seeing me – she begs him to take
her back. She calls crying and screaming
and threatens suicide. It’s nerve wracking.
I have talked to so
many people about this situation and all assure me that I’m doing nothing
wrong. However, I have to admit that it gives
me pause when she lays a guilt trip on me.
Yet, my feelings for him overpower everything, and I don’t want to end
things. He is the best part of my day.
Please – anyone reading
this – weigh in and tell me your thoughts.
I’m driving myself crazy.