My Older Man Went on Vacation Without Me, So I Did This to Make Him Regret It: Part 1

I had done my best to put the hair­cut inci­dent out of my mind, but it was clear that the dynam­ics of my rela­tion­ship with my older lover, the Stet­son man, had changed drastically—after all, he cheated on me with the lady who cuts his hair. The Stet­son man was no longer pos­ses­sive or jeal­ous the way he had been before. I was not being invited to as many events as I had once been. Often, I didn’t know about some­thing until he was prepar­ing to leave the house. I started spend­ing more nights than usual alone at my own house. We didn’t talk about the change, we just lived it.

Later that spring, I stopped by the man­sion to find the Stet­son man pack­ing. He informed me that he was attend­ing a busi­ness trip and tak­ing along his nephew and his nephew’s new wife, as their wed­ding present. This par­tic­u­lar nephew had been one of the Stet­son man’s favorite fam­ily mem­bers. When this nephew found out about me, he chose the Stetson’s man’s soon-to-be ex-wife’s team.

This par­tic­u­lar trip was a cruise down the Rhine River. I imme­di­ately real­ized where this was (in Europe) and how long he would be gone. I didn’t know how to react. I really didn’t want to argue about it, so instead, I was sup­port­ive. I helped him fin­ish his pack­ing and tried to be as cheer­ful as pos­si­ble. This would be the first time we had been away from each other for any real length of time. Not only was he going to be con­ti­nents away, the time change might be chal­leng­ing too.

After I dropped the Stet­son man at the air­port, I drove to my house feel­ing espe­cially lonely. I had been exchang­ing a few text mes­sages and phone calls with the Greek God, but I had kept him at bay. I knew the next sev­eral weeks were going to be excru­ci­at­ingly lonely. I was in the Stetson’s man’s home­town, where I was con­sid­ered a home­wrecker, and I had no real girl­friends to hang out with. I phoned my best girl­friend a few states away and informed her of the day’s cur­rent events. I knew that the Stet­son man was send­ing me a very big mes­sage; I just wasn’t sure what it was exactly. My girl­friend, Tori, imme­di­ately sug­gested con­tact­ing the Greek God. She said it was the per­fect oppor­tu­nity to call up that gor­geous man who had hit on me the other night, even if he was mar­ried. I decided to take her advice…