Stay Curious

I was thinking, it couldn't be. That couldn't be her. She was looking at different cans of food. He rolled up to her with the basket, and with a boy inside, looked like he couldn't be any older than two. I started to get hot. I couldn't believe it. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since that night. Now, two years later here he go, with his family. I made eye contact with her first, then him. We all turned and walked the other way, simultaneously.

We met again at the check out. I couldn't stop thinking about anything else besides how good he looked. I think she could feel it. She was moving fast at the self check out, could have been a worker.

A baby, they were a family now. I honestly couldn't believe it. He probably does love her, but if he did it once, he'll do it again. I watched them walk out to their car, she put the baby away, and he put the bags in the car. Only thought I had in my head was, "what if that was me."

I let it go, I woke up the next. day wanting to take myself out. "I didn't order this.", I told the bartender. "I know it, it was sent to you" she pointed the guy I had wished it was and wasn't. I was a contradiction. He invited himself to my table. We talked about our last two years. He talked about his job and how happy he was with his family. I told him about my job, my family (mom, sisters), and how I thought seeing him these randoms past days was weird.

He told me how he felt like it might have been have fate. He told me he's been thinking of be for the past two years and he's sorry for what happened. "Yes, I'm happy with my family, but that doesn't mean I never thought about what if my family was with you." he told me. I could feel the tears starting in my eyes. I could feel the confusion on my face. He asked for the bill.

After they brought the bill, we got ready to leave and before I could walk to my car, he grabbed my hand. He asked me to come with him. He took us to a hotel. Walking through that door of the room, I didn't know what to think. Yesterday at the grocery store, I was ready. I was ready for him again. If he did it once, he do it again.

Something changed. As a woman, I would never want to even believe my man, husband at that, would thinking to be doing something like this. She walked in. Yelling, screaming, but the aggression was towards him. I tried to calm it down, letting her know it wasn't going to happen. It went for about another five minutes, last thing she said was I'm done... two years... you'll never do this to me again. She asked me, if I needed a ride to my car . Like she knew. Had she been with us all this time, following us? Riding with her back to my car, I couldn't believe we let that a man, take so much of our life. As I watched her drive, I could see that... that night she wish he chose me instead of her.