A few days after the first batch of the Greek God’s “scholarship fund” money hit my bank account, the phone rang. I had to commit to another trip with the Greek God. I wasn’t sure what to expect. How could I take the Stetson man’s phone calls? How would I be able to juggle two wealthy, narcissistic men on a trip away from the Stetson man? What would I even say to be able to leave town without raising any suspicions with the Stetson man?
The only thing in my favor was the fact that the Stetson Man was much less possessive with me since he returned from his European trip. Naturally, I phoned Tori and together we created a plan. We decided that I would say I needed to go to assist her with something; we just had to figure out what that “something” was. We came up with several ideas and decided that I would go with whichever one came out at that moment.
After the Stetson man and I had started dating, he used to get very jealous of Tori. He even once kept her on the phone for hours interrogating her about me. Shortly after my son’s funeral, they stopped speaking. She was irritated with his dominating and controlling demeanor, and he was resentful of the time I spent with her. This strategy should work; I highly doubted he would even phone her if he couldn’t reach me. If he did call her, I knew she just would ignore the call.
In the years prior, it was not unusual for the Stetson man to call me and when I did not answer the phone, he would then call Tori to determine what she knew about my whereabouts. I always found this to be strange, for a man in a faraway state to call a best friend on one coast concerning the whereabouts of his girlfriend on the opposite coast. I had never heard of a man doing this. It wasn’t as if she lived near me; we were thousands of miles away from one another, so far, in fact, that there were not even any direct flights.
When you are having an affair, you learn to lie and lie well, and this was something I didn’t like. I was becoming a very good liar. However, for this lie to be believable, I had to give myself a pep talk. I really didn’t want to go to the Greek God. I didn’t see him falling in love with me. I would have to really be guarded with my own feelings. Sex had always had some love associated with it. This time it could not, sex had to be just sex.
The Stetson man had been home for a few weeks now, but he still did not seem as into me as he once had been. He would disappear for hours. He did not always answer the phone as he once had. Several times, the gate code to his house was changed without my knowledge. I knew he was indeed stepping out on me. I just didn’t know if this would be long-term or if he would grow tired of his “affair-affair” and return to me—by an affair-affair I mean when you are married and have an affair, and then start another. I just hadn’t yet realized that I was the one being narcissistic.