A week later I met him at a coffee shop. He was very happy. I have to be honest, I was too. Even though he was such an asshole. Still, I was excited. I was excited! Oh god why But the fear of getting caught was much greater. I sat across from him, I had the best place to watch everyone. I did that too. I had to be sure no one saw us. I can't remember what he talked about - definitely about what happened in the past - he didn't get my attention because I was watching like a security. He noticed and also asked me if we should go anywhere else. To a place where nobody was but I did not want it ! I loved him, but I was also afraid that he would kid me again or harm me. So strange !
We ate and sat there for an hour. Not more than an hour. Then I went home. He made a note of my number. We decided not to hate each other but to keep our distance. He didn't want to fully bill the contact.
In the evening I lay next to my husband as if nothing hadn't happened. I was ashamed. No idea why. Maybe because I met Sahel!?!.
From the next day my days began with his messages and ended with a little conversation on the phone. Yes I was stupid! I answered the phone when he called me. He was very different. My feelings about him were different. I felt like a cheat. As if I was in affair with him and if I was cheating my husband. But we talked like two normal friends.
Over time, I started lying to my husband. Just went out to meet Sahel. I didn't recognize myself anymore. I lied to my husband to meet him. The man who destroyed my life?!? Yes I did it ! F*** it!
Some days I was with him all day and some days I talked to him on the phone all day. I even neglected my son. Was I a bad mom ?! I think so! What reassured me was the knowledge that I was not cheating on my husband. Yes, I had no physical relationship with Sahel. That made me happy and proud.
I often argued with my husband and that peace was gone. I no longer felt comfortable in my own apartment. How can you hate a person so much and love him at the same time? I didn't have an answer to that. I still loved Sahel, but I also hated him. I think my love was much stronger than hate!
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Short StoryThis story is based on a true story. So I can't change the ending. I will only change the content of some conversations a bit, because the story happened many years ago and everything is no longer so presence. I will replace Merve (the main person...
