Once I broke off the engagement with my older man, Derrick, I saw a completely different side of him. He became much more distant, and we went more days than ever before without seeing each other. I still had my car, house, handbags, clothes, and jewelry—all the gifts he had given me while we were together. In fact, now that he was being more distant, he actually bought me even more stuff.
As nice as it was, it just wasn’t worth it for me anymore. I was slowly falling out of love with Derrick. I started to resent him and hated the fact that I was now being treated like nothing but his mistress. To this day, I still don’t know if his wife ever told him that she confronted me about marrying him. But regardless, everything changed. He started talking more to me about his wife, everything about their latest arguments, how money hungry she was, and how much attention she needed. He also often listed off all of the reasons why I was better than her.
I was infuriated when he canceled plans with me three nights in a row. In fact, I was so angry that I got in my Mercedes, drove to the first place I could find, and sold my engagement ring. When I got $20,000 in return for it, I became even more livid. The old man was willing to spend $20,000 on an engagement ring for a woman whom he had no intention of ever marrying. I felt like such a big fool. But I just didn’t have the energy to fight.
I decided I needed to do something to get out of this slump that I had fallen into. I called up a couple of my close friends, and we decided to head to a bar that night. The last thing I wanted was to think about Derrick, and in my fit of anger, I ended up drinking a lot more than I should have.
The next morning, I woke up in my bed at home, but everything from the night before was a complete blur—until I turned over. Suddenly, it all came rushing back to me. What had I done?
As I turned over, I saw a young, handsome man lying in my bed beside me. It was nice to see a smooth face without wrinkles lying next to me—I also couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t have gray hair like Derrick, and the rock hard abs didn’t hurt either. I lay there staring at him, trying to remember what happened the night before. When he finally woke up, I couldn’t help but notice his bright blue eyes. This man was breathtaking. For a second, I completely forgot about my old man, his wife, and our dysfunctional relationship. I was so intrigued by this much younger man in my bed…