Broken – The Conversation

Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue

Hailey arrived at my building. I had to go down stairs to let her in as it is a secure building. I let her in the door and you could see the fear in her eyes. And she could probably see the frustration in mine. The elevator ride was quiet and we got into my apartment and I invited her to sit down on the couch. I stood near the doorway to my bedroom. I didn’t want to be that close to her.

I asked her why she liked the FB post. She babbled some bullshit and I said “let’s try the truth.” “Do you want to antagonize me or the woman’s whose husband you have been sleeping with.” She finally admitted after several rounds she was trying to get my attention. I was still upset, I told her it’s a boundary I don’t like being crossed. I am not sure she fully understood and I somewhat wondered why but I had bigger fish to fry.

I asked her what is going on with her and why does she feel like she can just drop off. I asked about her other dating. And she said it was all done. She wouldn’t go into what else was going on. But what I could ascertain was that James did his thing on that guy as well.

She said she was talking to her therapist about it all. She has some things she can’t quite understand about why her thoughts are the way they are. Even eluded to a thought that she had about moving into my house. It was strange and I really couldn’t understand it. I think she wanted basically to supplant my wife. I told her we could have made our new lives.

I had one simple question and a follow up. I said “Hailey, what do you want form me?” She said she didn’t know that she was still confused about life. Then I said “Ok, in or out?” I told her my door is open but if you are in stay in and if you are out. Get the fuck out! And leave me alone.

She said she wanted in but she wasn’t still ready for commitment. I didn’t get it. I tried to find the root cause of what her problems were. She talked about waiting again. I said “don’t go there”. She started crying, which is like a man’s, especially an empaths, kryptonite. I kept it at if you are in what does that look like.

She said I would like to spend time with you. I said “ok.” Of course I fucked her that day. I wish I could explain to you that I can resist her. I can’t or at least then I couldn’t. We made a plan for Valentine’s Day… I think you know what post is coming next…