She Is My Husband's Old Boyfriend And She Said I Was Crazy

The Story

I have never been jealous. I don't even know what exactly it is. My first boyfriend used to say that if I wasn't jealous of him, I didn't love him. I still couldn't explain to him that I just didn't know what jealousy was. My second friend, with whom we spent more time together, was terribly jealous. I was talking to someone on the street (even once to a relative of mine) and just as I was meeting them, he grabbed me and pulled me down the street, sullen. I didn't have to talk to other men, my dress was too short, my demeanor very frivolous. When all this began to weigh on me, I left him. And I realized even more clearly that jealousy does not mean love, that it is fear, that it is an inferiority complex. My third friend left me for another girl. When I felt there was something, I just asked him to talk, to tell me the truth so I wouldn't feel like a fool. And he told me. I was not afraid of that, I became sick and sad that I was losing him, that I would not touch him anymore, that I would not kiss him. But he appreciated the calm with which I accepted the situation and we tried to be friends. However, his new wife was jealous of me, and one day I just walked away forever. And then I met the fourth man in my life who I wanted to be last. And now he is my husband. The specific incident ... happened that day. We were in a restaurant, from those little wild chalga mechanics, where people have fun and dance to the tables. We were with another couple, two boys (bachelors) and a girl. All our good and close friends. And then my husband saw his old boyfriend. (Boyfriend is a strong word, it was some kind of childish relationship, no intimacy, no sex, but he told me that he liked her very much) I was curious to find out about all his wives and he had shared everything with me, he even showed me pictures of them when we talked. So ... I recognized her as her. He was glad to see her and went to greet her. They talked a little and returned to the table. He invited her to a dance later in the evening. And ... a few things happened that are very strange to me and in an attempt to understand, I seek your point of view. First, as expected, the girls at my table began to get nervous, to suggest things to me, how could I let myself be made a monkey in front of everyone. I turned around - they were dancing. Something obscene No! Quite a normal dance and they were talking about something, a decent distance away. I asked them what they found strange, and even the boys at our table began to get annoyed. Apparently I didn't feel what was expected of me, but I never understood what (according to them) I had to do. The second, which is even stranger to me. Shortly after their dance, I went to the bathroom. God, it's still funny to me that I went back to my teenage years with those verbal shootings in the ladies' room. (Women know what I'm talking about) So I sit in the booth and do my thing and hear voices outside. Deliberately quite tall - two girls. - He is married. - And what if he's married ... pffff, that's enough! Did she see how crazy she was? "That jerk" was me, because when I went out I saw that girl with her friend. And she looked at me completely falsely ... as if guilty, and when I went out I heard that giggle in my back. And then all night she either smiled at him or deliberately twisted her ass around our table, brushing her hair. One of the girls at our table couldn't stand it and got up. I say to myself, "I drank a beer, Or maybe I was mostly depressed. That girl was prettier than me, much more well-groomed, her hair done by a professional, thin, tall, with a nice manicure. And I ... well, I'm not like that. I can vote, but somehow my time passed for these "muffin" performances. I try to put on nice make-up, straighten my hair on a press, a dress. But definitely, that night I really looked "that crazy" - after work, I recovered quickly so as not to wait for us. Yes, I'm let down, but I think that at 35 it's no longer ok to behave and dress provocatively, as if I'm still in the "men's market" My husband and I have no problems, we still love each other very much, we drool, we try we work for each other, we both work hard, the bed is unique, we have not diluted, we have not become alienated, we share, we are honest. We are friends, we fight for almost nothing. We try to be gentle, we try to build our small micro world with a lot of peace and understanding. What do you think about all this?

Last Updated
November 08, 2020
Author:
brilliantearth

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