Note: This is Part 5 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 #5: Honda Odyssey
Light blue Honda Odyssey minivans. That’s it. That’s all I have to see on the road to trigger the memory of Friday, November 9, 2012.
I’m going to save the story for a 11/9/2014 blog post of that fateful night when B. and I. collided head-on with a Chevy Silverado speeding the wrong way down an Interstate highway. B.’s minivan was totaled. So was the Silverado. We all should be dead.
But there were far happier memories in that blue Odyssey “mom truck,” as I jokingly referred to it. A few times after work we’d meet up in a forest preserve near to his office, and I’d exit my car and climb into his Odyssey, and we’d grab a quickie. We even did this a couple of times in the parking structure at his office after work. Catch as catch can, as they say; this was all before he’d separated from his wife and moved into a rental home. Then the fucking in the Odyssey ceased.
There are so many of these damned Honda Odysseys on the road — especially in that familiar shade of blue — that this is a difficult trigger to ignore. I try to focus instead on that midnight crash, and how significant it was in our lives. For me, it was the beginning of the end of our road.
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. We have now irrevocably split.
Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.
These are our stories.