Keegan dropped the big bombshell. “This other woman did manage to get me in bed with her, but I couldn’t get it up. She wasn’t who I wanted, and I am sorry.”
He paused briefly before taking another step. “She started making threats. I was concerned she would try hurting herself or, even worse, hurting you. So I did what I thought was right, considering the situation. I wanted to let her down on a high note, and by that I mean I couldn’t just disappear or I firmly believed she would have hurt herself or someone else. I talked her into getting some help, and then tried to delete the damn profile, but I couldn’t figure out how. She kept messaging me, so I called the 1–800 number to have customer service do it for me.”
He handed me a folder of conversations he’d printed out. “I kept all of the records, just in case something came of it, and I wanted to show you so you knew it wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you exclusively. I want to be your husband someday, I want to have children with you, but before we could get there, I needed to protect you and myself. So you see, my dear, you’re the one who insulted me,” he said, chuckling as he watched the expression on my face change from anger to shock.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you confide in me? Why didn’t you come to me for help like you should have? Isn’t that what I’m here for, for you? So here we are, both relieved and a bit angry, but clearly wanting the same things with each other. Why is it so hard for us to make this happen when we both want it?” I asked as I hugged him closely. I wanted to believe his story, but part of me wasn’t buying it, mostly because he hid it from me. For quite some time, I was skeptical of him.
But I decided at that moment that Keegan was the man I wanted, and I knew that somehow we would make things work. I sat down, reading through the conversations he had with this strange woman about me; how he talked about me to her was heartwarming. I knew why he chose to have these conversations with her, instead of his friends or family. She was open-minded enough that she didn’t judge him for wanting to be happy with a woman who was 20 years younger. His friends and family were all discouraging and that wasn’t what he needed or wanted to hear.
“So, this is what I’m up against.” I asked him. “If I have to fight tooth and nail to prove to your friends and family that I—”
“Stop right there,” he interjected. “You don’t have to prove anything to them; all you have to do is love me for who I am.” And then he kissed me gently.
I couldn’t stop smiling. “I can do that. I can definitely do that, but on one condition. I want to be exclusive. Just you and me—no one else.” I watched his expression change from serious to smiling.
“Then that is what you shall have my love, just us against the world.”