He Made Me A Mistress…Part 2

He Made Me A Mistress…Part 2

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He Made Me A Mistress…Part 2

I was friends with a cousin of his on Facebook. She and I corresponded quite a bit via Facebook and text messages. I’m assuming that’s how the wife’s profile was linked as someone I might know? It was rare that I logged onto Facebook from my Mac. This time when I did, I noticed a picture of him with a woman in the “people you may know” section. I clicked on the picture and took a screen shot. 

I immediately called him, then sent the screen shot. I asked who she is and why she has a profile picture with him in it? He lied of course, told me that she was his cousin. I had never seen a picture of her before and I didn’t know her name. I didn’t believe him. My intuition told me he wasn’t telling me the truth. His cousin and I were cool (I thought) so I decided to ask her. She confirmed his story. Told me this was their cousin and that I had nothing to worry about. I let go. 

Let me back up just a bit. Prior to my relocation to Houston I was heavy on my weight loss journey. He was there for me the entire time. I ended up getting pregnant on a visit to Nola in March 2010. I didn’t know I was pregnant. Along with my weight loss came very irregular cycles. I’d never had a regular cycle (when I wasn’t on the pill) so I thought nothing of it. I was in Houston in May 2010 for my sister’s college graduation. Oddly, I didn’t feel like my normal self. I was extremely tired. My Mom noticed and asked if I was pregnant? I shrugged it off and figured maybe I was working out too hard?

When I got back to Seattle I took a pregnancy test. It was positive. I was in denial so I didn’t tell him right away. I didn’t tell anyone. A couple weeks later I got a cycle…I was miscarrying. A trip to my OBGYN confirmed that my hCG levels were dropping. I didn’t have time to process the loss. I was hurt. Although we lived apart I wanted our baby. I told him. He was just as hurt. We both figured it wasn’t the right time but he often mentioned what he thought our daughter would have looked like? He never stopped asking me to have his child. Never. Not even after we broke up.

Fast forward to May 2012. He came to Houston to see me on Mother’s Day weekend. We didn’t have any professional pictures together so I enlisted the help of my photographer friend. It was a typical weekend for us. Sunday morning we got up early for our photo shoot. He complained a little about getting up so early but once we made it to the park he was good. In these pictures you can clearly see the love we had for each other. There were no doubts that he loved me. Zero doubts. 

After we left the photo shoot he took me to lunch for Mother’s Day. Shortly thereafter, he got on the road and headed back to Nola. I had no idea at the time that that would be the last time I would see him until February 2016.

To be continued….

If you missed part 1 you can read it here.

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