When They Rebound From You
Why it hurts.
This past year has been a shitshow. For all of us. It’s put a strain on relationships. Children no longer visiting their elderly grandparents due to their high-risk factors. Coworkers stuck bonding via Zoom when there’s no eye contact because they’re looking into the camera lens. Romantic relationships — especially those cohabitating — were put to the test.
My husband and I were already a hot mess before COVID. I was having an affair and he was addicted to massage parlors. Divorce was a regular topic of discussion for years. Neither of us is a fit for this marriage. Cue the internet trolls who will leave scathing comments about my affair and the ending of my marriage.
While my affair played a profound effect on my heart and person, we both knew that statistically, we weren’t going to be a success if we left our spouses for each other.
Our marriages were already clinging for life support and it was time to put them to rest (regardless of each other). After a divorce, we’d both need to fuck around and get dating life out of our systems.
A year of talking about camping trips, horror movie marathons, galas with fancy clothes, and an ultimate trip to Greece were placed in a mental brain box with the label Maybe-One-Day taped in front. If fate should allow us to have a true…
