He gets a text and says, I’ll be back in a bit, I have to make a call. Probably be back in about an hour…
Fine right? Nothing weird here… except Anxiety!
He’s down there talking to someone he doesn’t want me to know about, why can’t he tell me who it is? Why don’t you just ask? Because if he wanted me to know he would have told me who it was. Why doesn’t he want to tell me? Is it because it’s her? Because I’m fine with that, he knows that then why not tell me? Why go down stairs?
DAMN IT! I lose and while I am going to tough it out, and get through it my anxiety has written a beautiful short story about it.
It’s her, you’re telling her that you have to stop talking like this. Sneaking around is no good for either of you. That you guys are both married, and that you should love the one you’re with if you can’t be with the one you love. You talk of how it could be, how you guys love each other, and long for a different world. You talk dirty to each other and exchange pictures before clearing your histories and hopping into bed with your spouses.