To Thine Own Self Be True
After about a years worth of failed attempts to reach me through texts, I received an innocent enough email from an old acquaintance. It’d been over two years since I’d even seen the guy, and it’s not like a real friendship or anything ever existed. I did what I thought was the right thing – I politely replied back, informed him I no longer had that phone number, and saw no point for further contact between us. I wished him the best, and gave my regards.
The next morning, he had sent an email apologizing twice for ‘bothering me’ – that he’d gotten married, and ‘was going to tell me so if the conversation arose’.
If the conversation arose? WTF does that mean?
Thing is, I found out after the few times I’d seen him years ago that he already had a girlfriend on the side. Recalling that memory got me thinking – if he’s married now… why on earth is he still contacting numbers that reside within his back pocket? I’m just asking…
I would so hate to find out my husband was contacting other women. I know sometimes there are extenuating circumstances, like maybe where a friendship is involved, etc. – but trust me when I say this is not one of those times.
Dude… do the right thing and throw away all those old numbers. You don’t need ’em anymore…
Life of Bon 
Just after we got married there was a lady friend who my wife was not comfortable with me talking to. There was never anything going on. I informed the friend that we could no longer have any communications. We haven’t.
February 10, 2011 at 7:53 pm
I’m sure every situation is different. I know there’s no fine line, but there is a difference in being made to feel uncomfortable vs. being downright jealous of everyone. Sounds like she’d have done the same for you, Duke – how you handled that was very admirable.
February 11, 2011 at 9:32 am
There’s one guy you can be thankful you weren’t serious about. 🙂 Blessings to you, Bonnie…
February 10, 2011 at 9:33 pm
You’re right about that, Carol Ann. I ran into some real gems in the beginning… blessings to you, dear friend.
February 11, 2011 at 9:34 am
Bon, I think you handled this dog, oops, I mean MAN, perfectly. I can only Thank God he’s not your’s {or my} husband! Once again, it’s a perfect case of man, thinking with the WRONG head! Just sayin’. 🙂
February 11, 2011 at 8:41 am
Agreed – I just have this little thing about being too nice sometimes, it’s hard for me to say what’s REALLY on my mind. Hence the old faithful blog. LOL You always bring a chuckle into my day, Helen, and this was no exception. 🙂 Love ya!
February 11, 2011 at 9:37 am