The Christmas holidays were fast approaching, and they were going to mark the first holiday season since my older, wealthy boyfriend’s wife had moved out of their mansion. The Stetson man was still technically married, but I wanted to celebrate this holiday as a couple. I persuaded him to allow me to throw a Christmas party at his home.
This party was the first time I would be completely entrusted with something of this nature in his territory. He had a staff that normally handled these kinds of arrangements. There was much to be done: his wife had taken their holiday decorations when she moved, and I had decided that I wanted to decorate multiple trees in his home. I shopped for trees and decorations for weeks. And with my friend’s help, I spent many days decorating his home. I also obtained his friends’ addresses, ordered engraved invitations, studied menus, and spoke with catering companies. In the end, I managed to convince the private chef from the Stetson man’s second home to come to the mansion and help me with the party. I think the chef was nervous for me—we had become friends, and so he knew how important it was for me to be successful with this venture.
I was very excited at the prospect of hosting my first party as the Stetson man’s official girlfriend. All the planning and decorating was in place, and I was counting down the days until the party—when all of a sudden my boyfriend and I had a disagreement about some of the party arrangements. This shook me up a bit because we normally did not argue. At first I thought that he simply didn’t want me to host the party, but then he went so far as to ask me not to even attend the party. After that, we spent several days not speaking. I was in shock, and I began to second-guess my role in his life.
The morning of the party, the Stetson man phoned and asked me to come and host the party after all. I was curious why he had changed his mind. I hurriedly dressed in the outfit I had weeks ago planned to wear, and then I drove to the mansion as if there hadn’t been an argument or days of not speaking between us. I managed to get there early enough to oversee the arrangements: I tasted the food, lit the candles, and settled in for the guests to arrive.
Guests came and went throughout the afternoon. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and almost everyone was courteous to me. No one seemed to mind our age difference, and several people even brought me hostess gifts. I was pleased with the way the party was progressing—when suddenly, things changed. I noticed a guest who I had not invited: it was a woman who had a major crush on the Stetson man. What I knew about her was that she had supposedly hit on the Stetson man multiple times, was a few years older than me, and had been married many times. I always felt that she was a professional gold digger, and the Stetson man and I had agreed he would stay away from her. So I was shocked to see her at my Christmas party, but I approached her as if I had invited her, and I acted as if nothing were wrong. She seemed equally surprised to see me. And after a little small talk, I excused myself.
When the party was over, and all the guests had left, I decided to approach the Stetson man about the gold digger’s appearance at my party. His response shocked me. He told me that he had forgotten to tell her we were back together and not to come to the party. His perspective was news to me: I wasn’t aware we had broken up. That day it occurred to me that if they will cheat with you, they will cheat on you.