The Haunted Mansion

I'm thinking about it

Michael and I were happy for most of our adult life. My parents were supportive of my decision. He was calm, polite, always there for me, helping me along the way. I couldn't see what was going on behind my back because I was in love.

I thought that life threw a new light upon me. A fresh start from my abusing childhood years, my trauma, and the years of therapy that I needed to get over the fact that my mother didn't want me, my father committed suicide and I was taking inside of the family that saved me. The police officer that discovered me that night was my salvation. 

        Michael is, was, and will always be a dear friend to my heart, even though he doesn't see things the same way. I have come to a point in my life where I am able to forgive my worst enemy, to release myself from a toxic environment. 

His excuses were honest at some point. I forgave him even after the fact that he slept around town with my best friend. Her name was Leyla. A stunning girl, a femme fatale I might say. We grew up together in school and wanted to conquer the world. 

I was too busy feeding my soul with illusions instead of seeing that Michael was lacking love and desired for caresses in the morning, a pampering session in the twilight... 

I walked into a cafe in a gloomy afternoon. I loved watching people connect, wondering what are they talking about, what problems they might have encountered. Some voices were sad, others were cheerful and full of life. It seemed that women were most attached and invested in their conversations, whereas the men were way too passive and fatigue of their conversation ''buddies''.

    It's fair to say that it was mostly a couples' cafe. While I walked towards the bathroom door, mine and another's man's eyes connected... we crashed onto his couch that afternoon and I never looked back. 

So yes, I was unfaithful in my marriage, yet it was one time. Anyone can make a mistake right?

        I was caught up in my own web of demons that did nothing but to feed my ego. Michael was forced by my actions to seek peace, calmness, and love elsewhere. 

You see, when you deal with your entire childhood and adult life with the fear that loved ones will eventually depart, Michael was ready to commit and stay until death due us apart. I felt that no matter what my mistakes are, he will accept me. Ever since college, I was a bit of a rebel in our relationship and he loved every minute of it. 

We had a dream to take over the world. Real-estates, home decorations, architecture at its finest, a thirst for knowledge, and the perfect house and home to start a family.