My sugar daddy, Keith, started to ignore me again after he found out that I had been cheating on him. And he still thought that I had made up the whole story about his wife hiring Peter to set me up in a robbery.
But I had good friends who were helping me through the painful breakup. It was hard, but I was coping. The months had taken a toll, but I was slowly coming back. From time to time, Keith would call and yell hateful names at me, and I took it. I felt like I deserved everything he was saying, because I had acted in all the ways he had described me.
The money and everything else from Keith had stopped, so after months of him terrorizing me over the phone, I finally told him how I felt. The love that I had once felt for him was slowly turning into hatred. I hated that he took Peter’s side. Keith took a complete stranger’s side despite knowing me for almost four years and being intimate with me.
After about nine months without a man, I was asked on a dinner date by a politician who was single. On the night of the date, Keith called from a local number and asked to see me. I told him bluntly that I was on a date and that I really didn’t feel we had anything to speak about, as he had made himself quite clear over the past months. He finally told me that he had found out what really happened and wanted to apologize.
I came up with an excuse to tell my dinner date and left—I had to hear what Keith had to say. He picked me up from the restaurant. The first question he asked was if I loved the man I had cheated on him with. I answered, “No.”
“Do you love me?” he asked.
I stared boldly into his eyes and said, “No.” I told Keith that the only reason I was there was because I wanted to hear what he had to say. I just wanted to hear him to say that he was wrong and that I wasn’t lying. I wanted to hear him say that even though I was wrong to sleep with another man and I was wrong to get in that car, I had been set up.
Keith told me that one of his wife’s friends had encouraged her to do it, because she had done the same to her own husband—his wife’s friend had used Peter, too. Keith apologized profusely for doubting me, but I told him I was ready to go home—alone. He insisted on telling me how hard it has been with her and without me, and that he had never stopped loving me.
My heart had hardened. I wanted to feel for him, but I couldn’t. He had really hurt me by not believing in me. He didn’t have the decency to say it was over as soon as he found out, and he knew I depended on him, so he instead he just left me high and dry. She may have been his wife, but he had told me he loved me and would never leave or put me in a position to want anything. And yet the last time I had seen him, he didn’t even look at me. If he really loved me, how could it have been so easy to just cut me loose?
Keith still tried to keep in touch after that last meeting, but the love I had for him was completely gone. No matter what he said, the fact of the matter was that his wife essentially tried to have me killed and he still chose her. I resented him. I was angry.
It has now been years since Keith and I broke up. I will always be very grateful for what he did for me—when I needed help the most, he was there—but I could never have loved him the same or ever been intimate with him again.
We’ve kept in touch over the years. He had finally moved back to the Island where I lived, but it was never the same. He remained persistent for years until it became pitiful. His advances only stopped once I finally moved off the island.