Temptation

In disbelief - how could it be any other feeling - he texted his side boo at the bar, right in front of me. Later he said I had ruined dinner. Over fries and drinks, I had lamented his desire for other women. But it’s boring having just one girlfriend, he implored. How on earth. He dared to be oblivious, whether he meant it or not. But I was deeply committed to this man. It doesn’t work like that, merely walking out, finding the next flight out of LAX, finding yourself amid toxicity and lies.

It took five more side girlfriends for me to call him crying, telling him it was over. The fries at that bar were the best I ever had, but that man? Dumpster trash I can’t speak of, next days leftovers spoiled and rotten, my self-respect already taken away in a special blend of yesterday’s garbage.