Expect The Unexpected

Every night I cry myself to sleep wondering what the hell went wrong with our relationship.  The same questions replay in my mind over and over again.  Was it me?  Was it my body?  Did we not see each other enough?  Am I fat?  Am I ugly?  No!  He had told me that those things were crazy!  I mean, I don't know if he was drunk or sober.  But, why did he cheat on me?  Did he just want to find an easy way to break up with me or what?  We were deeply in love with each other.   We had the type of relationship that anyone could ask for.  I see him every now and then since we broke up.  I remember the night everything happened like it was yesterday.

I had gone to the store to get some groceries and he wasn't home.  He had gone out with Justin.  He came home earlier than expected.  I was planning on surprising him with a romantic dinner, just the two of us.  Then candles and stuff in our bedroom.  But he beat me home.  I pulled up our very long driveway....it was about 8 o'clock.  I saw his car in the driveway.  I wasn't mad, just disappointed because now he would know my plan.  I walked in and put my keys on the little hook that was placed neatly on the wall by the front door.  I didn't hear anything as there was music playing.  It was dark so in my mind I thought he was doing something special for me as he normally does.  I walked upstairs and found that the bedroom door was slightly open.  I slowly opened it the rest of the way so I wouldn't startle him.  What I then saw, I couldn't believe my eyes.  Lance looked up at me and said,

"Kristy!"

He was screwing another girl in our bed.  I then started to cry.

"Kristy, wait!"  He screamed.

I slowly walked down the stairs because I was in such shock of what I just had witnessed.  Lance ran up behind me in his jeans showing off his tones body.

"Kristy wait!  Please."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you cheat on me?  Is it me?"

"No.  I didn't realize what I was doing until I saw you standing the doorway.  Oh my God, I'm so sorry.  Don't be mad."

"Oh no, I'm not mad at all, where would you get an idea like that?..."  Kristy said sarcastically..."I only just walked in on the love of my life cheating on me.  Hmmmmmmmm.  No I'm not mad, just sad that of all people, you could stab me in the back like that.  Lance please tell me why."

"I don't know."

"Was it probably because I was waiting until marriage to have sex. Which you told me you understood.  So I guess you just got a little horny and couldn't keep your dick in your pants.  Well next time, plan it out a little better.  Goodbye."

"Kristy please."

"Please what?  I don't want to stay here anymore.  I don't need someone like you hurting me in the way you did.  I could do better.  I could find a guy with enough class to stay faithful.  You know there are some of them out there and I guess you should make friends with some of them and learn how to treat a girl."

"I do know how to treat a girl.  Listen,  I don't know why I did it.  It's not you, I swear.

"Okay then.  I'm glad that there is some truth coming out of this conversation.  I'll be over tomorrow to get my things."

"You're leaving me?  We're breaking up?"

"What?  You expect me to be with someone who has cheated on me.  How do I know it won't happen again?"

"It won't.  I love you."

"Yeah okay.  Whatever.  Bye."

"Please don't...." Lance started to say as he watched the front door slam in his face....."Leave."

That was 6 months ago.  I know this may sound pathetic but I am still getting over that day.  I haven't dated.  I don't know if I can trust anyone.  Right now I'm sitting on my bed looking at old pictures of us.  We look so happy then.  But these are just hopeless moments frozen in a frame.  Like that saying says, 'Take a picture, it lasts longer.'  Every time I stumble upon a picture I remember that exact moments that it was snapped.  I am still madly in love with him.  I 'm not sure if he had started dating anyone since our break up.  I hope he's hurting like I am.  I want him to know the pain he has caused me.  I've thought about writing him a letter but it's just words on paper they really don't mean much.  Plus he doesn't deserve my time.  I'm sure on day I will fall in love again, get married, and have kids.  But until then, I'm still hung up on that day and that great guy I spent many hours with.  Remember, Expect The Unexpected.

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