Infedelity

*inspired by a poem I already submitted. Thank you http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/D_M0ndE99/ for suggesting that I turn it into a short story :grin:

A compliment here
I introduced them today. It went even better than I could have imagined. They love each other. I'm so glad that the people I hold nearest to my heart get along. He's my best friend, and she's my girlfriend, choosing between them would have been awful. This opens up so many possibilities.

A smile there
They really are getting along swimmingly. She's even starting to hang out with him on her own. I love them both for the effort they're putting in for me. I'm so lucky to have them.

A brush of the hand
I can't believe they've only known each other for two months, I swear its as if they've been friends longer than he and I. I miss the one on one time with her though, I sould take her out more often.

A lingering hug
I'm glad that she gets along with my friends, but I miss her. I miss him too. I feel like we never spend any real time together anymore, what's up with that? I'm probably just being petty, but even watching them hug goodbye feels more personal than anything we've done together recently.

Am I paranoid?
Seriously what the hell is happening? Everything feels different. I can't even tell what it is though. Maybe I'm freaking out over nothing. I am, aren't I? Its probably just stress. I should just talk to her like a grown up. I'm sure its just my imagination. Right?

Is that a blush?
She set my mind at ease. Sort of. I guess? She said that I'm being silly, and she's right I totally am. Something just struck me as off... She seemed nervous. But that could just be paranoia I guess.

A sprits more perfume
She was wearing perfume today. She only ever wears perfume for meetings and the dates we go on (though admittedly with less and less frequency). She didn't have a meeting though, and I didn't have any plans for us that evening. She said she was going out with her friends. I guess that's reason enough.

A bit of mascara
Her ritual is changing. We used to share coffee in the mornings before we both rush off and do our things, not anymore though. It seems she's decided that makeup isn't as sexist as she thought, it must be important if it can replace me that easily.

Trust me love we're just friends
I found out they've been having lunch together everyday, for months and months now. Why has she never mentioned anything? Why have they never asked me before? I tried to talk to her about it but all I got was a reassuring pat and a sudden change of subject. Our anniversary was coming up, and I was planning something special.

She's texting all night
An illegal picnic on the beach at sunset. A four course meal, consisting of all her favourites which I cooked myself. A room at the most ridiculously expensive hotel I could find. And all she did, all night, was text.

She's drifting away
What do you do when the woman you love barely looks at you anymore? That's how I felt. She was distracted. Any attempt I made at a real conversation was usually cut short, she was tired or late or busy. Nothing I did seemed to interest her. Nothing I wanted to do with her was ever worth the effort. My mind was consumed with the question; what happened?

'I just need some space.'

I sit and wait
I couldn't believe she forgot. It was my birthday. She had promised to spend the night in with me. There I sat at nearly midnight, waiting for her to get home. When she finally did breeze through at around 1 am she was too drunk to do anything but collapse.

You're ridiculous babe, you know I would never
She lost track of time. That was her brilliant excuse. And of course she was with him, who else? They hadn't gone a day without seeing eachother in nearly a month. He was all she ever talked about too. They both insisted however that their friendship was merely a byproduct of ours. It didn't feel like a byproduct.

How could you even accuse me of that?
She smells of him. She comes home at night smelling of his menthol cigarettes and axe bodyspray. I asked her about it, but she reacted as if I'd accused her of murder, she called me a traitor just to think it.

I'm not going to justify that with an answer
All I want is the truth, I know that something is going on, I'm sure of it. I just need her to tell me now because the wondering is killing me. She still fights tooth and nail when ever I bring it up.

Until the day I saw them together
"I've finally done it. I've caught them." They were in the same bar where I had first introduced them, drinking shooters just like the first time. The only difference in fact was her hand down his pants.

I'm sorry
I waited for her to come home. She didn't even bother trying to argue this time. My face said it all.
"I'm sorry."
That was all she had to say

I didn't mean to hurt you
She said, assuring me that she really did love me. "Its not you, its me"
"You deserve so much better."

I never planned this, it just happened
He said. Assuring me that he had never planned on fucking the woman I love, it was all just a wicked twist of fate, designed to annoy him.