Note: This is Part 6 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 #6: Southwest Michigan
B. now lives 90 miles away from me in an area of SW Michigan known as Harbor Country, a region made up of eight quaint, pleasant towns that bustle in the summer months. Because of its proximity to Chicago the area has become overrun in recent years with city folk buying their weekend and summer homes. B. was no exception when he bought his weekend home in Harbor Country in 2005. Actually he was a maverick back then, especially buying inland when everyone else wanted lakefront.
But since a bad run-in with B. and his new woman, the area holds less allure for me. Yes, it is lovely and there is much to do and see through all four seasons. I miss the time we had here, but I’m afraid of another run-in. (Maybe I’ll start exploring Wisconsin, instead.) Walking this beach holds too many memories for me and triggers profound sadness.
It is so close, and yet so far.
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.