The Breakup Diaries (1): The Clothes
I retched so hard, I tasted rock bottom again.
“So you buy the same clothes in 2 places- one for her and one for me?”
“Yes and pack them in different boxes. Yes, any problem?” He responded
“How could you?” I asked the question that had become my default for the past three days since confirming that he indeed had been cheating on me.
“How could I what?” He asked. His tone was derisive.
“You were matching us in uniforms?” I asked, “You do realize that I cannot wear those clothes now?”
“Why?”
My face must have reflected back even more shock.
“Why?” he asked again
“You mean, you mean you don’t really understand how it is both wrong that you are cheating on me with your secretary but that you are buying us the same clothes? People know us and see these things and..?”
“Are you serious right now?” I asked him?
“Look my friend, if you don’t have anything else to say, just get out of my room” He said as he swiveled his chair away from me and back to his laptop.
I knew I had been dismissed. I was grateful (yes), that he had not been screaming (as usual) at the top of his voice while he put me in my place.
Looking back, I wish someone- anyone, could have told me that being mad about the matching uniforms my ex put me and his affair partner in were the least of my problems. But, after 8 years together, 6of which were spent in deep abuse, I am still working through the evil that became my life.
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