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Toxic Triggers, Pt 3: Bathing In Cialis

Note: This is Part 3 of an 11-part series of short posts on what triggers memories of ex-lover B., culminating on October 11, 2014, the First Anniversary of when he kissed me goodbye. Literally. His kiss was a kiss-off. I have not seen him since.

TRIGGER #3:  Cialis ads

CIALIS ad

If you’re expecting a post about B.’s use of dick drugs, sorry. (But do hit the “Like” button before moving on with the rest of your day, please!)

That stupid ad with the bathtub couple. The bathtub couple in the woods. The bathtub couple on the beach. In their twin bathtubs for “when the moment is right,” as the Cialis ad campaign would have you believe.

For B. and me, the bathtub couple held another meaning. At his home in SW Michigan he has two wooden chairs on his deck that look something like this:

B.'s "bathtub chairs"

B.’s “bathtub chairs”

Day or night, it made for very pleasant seating. “When the moment was right,” we’d sit in those chairs underneath the overhang, keeping dry while watching a rainstorm. Or he’d pull them both over to the other, open, side of the deck where we’d watch the brilliant stars unimpeded by city lights. B. usually smoked pot from his little pipe; I’d have a glass of wine within arm’s reach. And we’d hold hands and talk. Or, maybe not talk and just close our eyes and enjoy the sounds from the pond and woods.

I’ve heard B. refer to them as “the bathtub chairs” or “the Cialis chairs” and I knew exactly what he meant. But there are no more right moments with B.. Another woman’s ass fills one of those deck chairs.

If only they could be on the Titanic…

Categories: Affair Affairs Break-ups Infidelity Marriage Memories Relationships Triggers

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Exit 4A

A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.

That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me.

For 26 yrs we luxuriated in implicit Trust. When B. cheated on ME, it was the first time another person came into our relationship besides our respective spouses.

We have now irrevocably split.

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