3 seconds. That’s how much time it took for him to break my heart and destroy my world. It seemed like an eternity, the seconds slowly ticking as my heart sank, and my stomach heaved. My car seemed to move in slow motion as I drove toward them. Shock and disbelief mingled with the hurt and fear. He says it meant nothing. He was drunk. It was a one time thing that he regrets. He says there was no ***, it was just a conversation. A conversation that lasted 2 hours in an empty parking lot, the contents of which he can’t recall. But it was still a choice he made. At some point she feels comfortable enough to hug him. To put her hands on him. To initiate contact. And he feels comfortable enough to let her. He doesn’t move away, so in a sense, he gave her permission to continue. jail. I pulled into the parking lot and it was empty except for a black/blue convertible. I pull around to the back and see his truck. He’s leaning against it, and she is leaning against him. He has his hands on her waist, and her hands are around his neck. If they hadn’t just kissed, it looks as if they were about to. I think if I had been a few seconds later, I would have caught them kissing. He says she was telling him goodbye and thanking him for the talk and hugged him. They just happened to stay that way? His hands found their way to her waist and her hands stayed around his neck. He says he wouldn’t have allowed it to go any further, but in my mind, it shouldn’t have gone as far as it did. She calls me, texts me, sends her parents into the business I own. She won’t go away!! And a lot of people (even her friends) say she likes married men. Beware ladies!!
