How to Handle a Jealous Ex When They Find Out About Your Hot New Relationship: Part 1

I was on an amaz­ing trip with my older man, Mr. Brown, and my two kids. But now we were headed back from Hilton Head—back to work and every­day life. Mr. Brown and I had smoothed things over from our rocky fight on the vaca­tion and my girls had given my older lover, who was also my boss, the seal of approval. After every­thing that had hap­pened with my boss on that vaca­tion, I knew there were some issues at home that I had been try­ing to for­get, mostly ones involv­ing my ex-husband and Mr. Brown’s wife, who was cur­rently on her last leg, healthwise.

His wife was well aware of our sit­u­a­tion and had given us the go-ahead to date, but the biggest thing I had been for­get­ting to men­tion was that my ex had no knowl­edge of the fact that me and my boss had started dat­ing. Me and the girls picked up our car from the air­port and I told Mr. Brown that I was going to go home to unpack and straighten things up. He had to head to the office any­ways to get some things ready for the upcom­ing week. I told him I would see him a lit­tle later and we went our sep­a­rate ways.

When I pulled up to the house, I didn’t antic­i­pate what I was about to see—my ex-husband parked in my dri­ve­way, with a look of sheer con­fu­sion on his face. I pulled up and me and the girls started to get out of the car. Imme­di­ately, he asked why we weren’t home; we were sup­posed to have been home from the air­port awhile ago, he yelled. The girls were excited to see him, but I could tell that they were afraid to say any­thing to him at that moment. I could see in his car that he had a dozen roses and a bot­tle of wine. He wanted to talk; I could tell he was here to try to reconcile.

He assumed he knew my finan­cial sit­u­a­tion was not the best, and I knew he was curi­ous as to how I was mak­ing the house pay­ments on such a large, beau­ti­ful home—this was the first time he had been to our new address. I could see in his eyes that things just weren’t adding up for him. I could tell he was on the verge of some sort of dis­cov­ery, but couldn’t quite put his fin­ger on it. I had just fought with my new lover on vaca­tion, and this was not what I wanted to come home to!

Before he could get any­thing out of his mouth, I invited him inside. I told him that we should go inside with the kids and we could talk about things. I hadn’t real­ized that my phone was going off in my pocket, but I knew by the sit­u­a­tion I was in that it was going to be an awk­ward phone call if it was Mr. Brown, what with my ex stand­ing right there.

We went into the house and the kids ran to their rooms. I knew it was time to come clean to my ex-husband about my rela­tion­ship with my boss…