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oh, and the married guy

 


about 5 years ago i broke my rule and actually dated a man who works at the same place as me.  I work for a large place with many locations and people, and although he was in the same location he was not in the same building.

I still broke a rule.  However, he was handsome, charming, and persistent.  Eventually, I gave in and we began seeing each other.

He used to facetime me with his boys and tell them to say hi.  He had younger kids.  He would talk about his "ex wife" and his frustrations.  We went out for a bit, but i ended up breaking it off when he got handsy during an argument and tried to restrain me from leaving.  Thats the short version.  I have no desire to revisit the long version.

He didn't go away easily.  It turned into a stalking type situation, that ended with Covid - when many of us were sent to work from home, and finally when i literally moved.

So.

Last year i worked for a department and accidentally found out that the woman who held my position there several people back was his wife.

I figured they didn't know they were divorced.  Of course, i didn't mention that i knew him other than professionally.

It's a smallllll world though.

The Executive Assistant in the new department i work for used to work in the same department as him. The only reason i know is because she was talking about him having a stroke to someone and i overheard it.  She asked if i knew him, and i said yes, i had worked with him several times on projects.  She told me how she loved him, what a great guy he is, and how much she adores his wife who has been taking care of him through all this. 

I said, "did he get married recently?" and she said, no, he has been married to her forever and then talked about the kids and yadda yadda.  

Now, I'm a discreet woman.  I don't need people at work knowing my business so when we were seeing each other i wasn't announcing it, and i certainly wasn't messing around where i make my money.

Why am i writing about this now?

Because i think I almost just gave him a second stroke.  He's back to work and stopped in to my department to see his friend, the EA.  He was NOT expecting to see ME.  

I said "hello" and smiled at him, as if we only knew each other in passing.

That piece of shit.  I hope he does better with his second chance at life.  But no, he comes straight to me and begins telling me how i'm in his top memories of life before.  

I can't make this shit up.  And THIS is why i'm single. 

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