Waiting to be free
Few days ago, I had a chat with one of my colleagues at the office. He was telling me a story about a very attractive woman, the mistress of his boss, that drove him crazy with her nonchalant attitude.
I did not fear to show to my colleague that I liked and was very impressed by his story, but I did not tell him the true reason of that. He was actually very proud of having that woman in bed with him as soon as she broke up with his boss: he was flirting with her whenever she got into the office to visit her lover (the boss) and when he found out they were not together anymore, he took her out. What “moved” me so much is that, in the meantime, we was offering his shoulder to his poor boss suffering for losing the “restless lady” (the boss was very in love with her, but she was only after his money).
Actually, the reason I was so deeply moved by his story is that it somehow happened to me too, very long time ago… The difference is that in the story it was not my boss, but one of my “best friends” (as he pretended) - and I had the unfortunate role of the cheated boss.
I don’t know if I should call this cheating, but I know that I was very furious, mad and disappointed when I heard that my ex-lover was getting out with my “best friend”. It is true, she was not with me anymore at that time but I was still in love with her (she was my first love) and I was terribly suffering after we broke up.
And I was so naive and foolish to share my pain with that “good old friend” of mine who seemed to listen to me and offer me his compassion, while he was patiently waiting to get along with the most important woman for me at that time.
Of course, neither him nor my ex-girlfriend admit about their relationship, even if sometimes it was so obvious. I said to myself that it doesn’t matter anymore, that this was a good lesson to learn and that maybe someday, I’ll get my revenge.
And I did - oh God, I did get my revenge on both and they don’t even know.
