It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.
We lied. We’re married.
She circled the punching bag to the right and jabbed at it. Step, hit, step, step, hit.
We knew you wouldn’t approve so we lied. But we both want you, we really do.
Sweat beaded down her face and under her tank top. She threw a punch at the bag. It rocked back.
It’s not cheating. You have to understand.
She stripped off her gloves and threw them at the bag. They thudded on the wooden floor.
We both love you.
She screamed. Loud and high, her voice exploded from her.
“Baby?”
She turned. They both stood by the door, anxious and eager. Mark and Eric, black and blond, looked as different as day and night.
Her boyfriend, floppy black hair, earnest brown eyes, tried to smile at her. His husband – husband! Not best friend! – stood mute next to him.
“How could you?” Her voice broke. “How could you?”
“We are sorry.” Her boyfriend hugged her tight.
Eric closed his arms around them both. “Please forgive us. Please.”
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Ouch! Now that sounds like a difficult situation! Love your story, hon! Glad you send me the link!
Very difficult! Or maybe not – she could have two guys!
sparring partners and shadow boxing, delivers an uppercut into the solar plexus. Out for the count
Oh that’s funny Marc.
Oh poor girl, being cheated on is one thing, but this is a step too far!
I know. But they don’t think it’s cheating!
To echo Claudia… “Ouch!!”
yeah, something that’s hard to hear.
Poor girl…
And very engaging writing.
Thanks Parichita!
Ya know, I actually know not one but two people this has happened to (not me, I had different things happen 🙂 ).
You depicted it very well. Funny how the ones doing the cheating/betraying/witholding important information always want to turn it into a “psychological healing” thing, while the one(s) betrayed just want to… punch something.
Oh that’s weird. Life is stranger than fiction!
Thanks Katherine!
Interesting interpretation of an open marriage. At least they are on the same page.
Well, the guys are anyway! The girl not so much.