How I Ended Up In Hawaii With an Older Man Who Wasn’t My Husband: Part 1

How I Ended Up In Hawaii With an Older Man Who Wasn’t My Husband: Part 1My rich, older boyfriend called me one after­noon: “Hi, Princess, what are you doing the first week of March?”

I don’t know yet,” I told him. “I’ll have to check my calendar.”

OK, but call me back soon because I need to know.”

I knew it had to be some­thing impor­tant because my “prince” only made advance reser­va­tions when it was for some­thing big. I put the phone down and flipped to March 1 in my diary. It was a Fri­day, and I had no appoint­ments or other com­mit­ments lined up for the fol­low­ing week.

Just as I was about to call him back to tell him that my sched­ule was clear, I real­ized that that was the week I had planned to catch up on stuff around the house, because my kids would be stay­ing over at my mother-in-law’s house. My hus­band would be gone, too. It was the only free time I had for the next few months to get stuff orga­nized, and to do some minor ren­o­va­tions at home. It turns out that I wouldn’t be free at all. I quickly dialed my boyfriend’s num­ber to tell him the bad news: “Sorry, my prince, I’m kind of busy that week. But what’s so impor­tant that you need to know right away?”

Do you remem­ber say­ing how you always wanted to go to Hawaii? I have a week clear and I wanted to take you on the trip of a life­time. Let me take you away for that fan­tasy hol­i­day you’ve always dreamed about.”

I told him that I had too much to do and that it would be too hard to get away for a week. But he wasn’t hav­ing it, and insisted that I had to “live in the moment” and recon­sider. I said I would think about it and get back to him soon.

My prince always made me think about things, and always made me feel like I wasn’t being grate­ful enough for every­thing he did for me. He just didn’t under­stand that I had to come up with excuses a lot of the time, and that it wasn’t as easy as pack­ing up and tak­ing off for a week. I real­ized it was going to be too hard to resist such a gen­er­ous offer, so I called him back and said I’d go.

Per­fect! I will get my assis­tant to arrange every­thing and advise you accord­ingly,” he said. “Just check your email in a half hour and you should have every­thing by then.” I put the phone down and started think­ing of what excuse I would use on my hus­band this time…