The One When I Found Out

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These stories are inspired by Felicia’s colorful 2017. If the reader prefers, the short stories/blogs or parts of it may be regarded as fiction. But as Ernest Hemingway said, there is always the chance that fiction may throw some light on what has been regarded as fact.

The One When I Found Out

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It was May 2017. My fiance, John Smith lived just two hours away from me. I have not seen him since  the weekend of Valentine's 2017. His excuse was the same as the previous 6 months or so.  He was busy with his high-power stressful job, his PhD program, and he has his 17-year old son, David every weekend.  Since then, it was all daily texting, a once-a week FaceTime  and 1-800FLOWERS.com. 

I believed every excuse. I called it trust. Now I realize, it was somewhere in between willful blindness and just plain foolish.

I tried not to make any demands. I thought it would be inconsiderate and selfish of me to, especially because he also kept mentioning (actually, just texting) his sister who passed away a year and a half ago. However, sometimes, I just could not hide my pain. There were times that I was indifferent. I ignored his outreach, only because I felt hurt, and maybe, just maybe,  he would get hurt right back and be that man I fell in love with. 

The night of Mother's Day weekend, his daughter, Nadine who was back home from college posted, "My dad's new girlfriend is here. Get me outta here! I hate her already!" My 17- year old daughter, Samantha saw Nadine’s post. She was both confused and surprised. She asked me about it and I did not know what to say. After all, we were all in Vermont on a family ski trip 3 months ago. Who and why would he bring home another woman so soon to a home we used to share almost every other weekend in the last 4 years? It must be a prank posting, or I hoped it was.

The next morning, I texted Nadine who I have a very good relationship with. Our conversation eventually led to the beginning of a very emotionally traumatic experience of my life. (I’m not being overly dramatic. There’s more to this, just stay tuned.)
A few minutes after my conversation with Nadine, my door bell rang. Our cleaning lady shows up at my door and says " Happy Mother's Day! Surprise, I'm your gift from John!"

To be Continued...

Or flashback to 5 years ago...

The One With My 1st Weekend in Hartford

To be continued…

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