‘Is there anyone who believes themselves to be in a relationship with you’

I wrote tangled web. I know some people judged it at face value. That I knew he was married and shouldn’t have gone there. But when I had therapy to deal with the repercussions, my therapist assured me it’s never the other man or woman who’s at fault. The person in the relationship is the one giving signals, rightly or wrongly, (usually wrongly) that they’re emotionally available for something new. She had an affair too, by the way. The wife, not the therapist. For a long time until she got caught. He met me after he’d forgiven her and chosen to take her back. So don’t worry about her being an injured party. I’ve read all the lockdown love stories, seen how so many heartbreaks at the beginning have now led to new loves. I’ve had some bland online dates, and after every one I’ve regressed to thinking about him. It made me so angry that these perfectly nice men made me feel nothing anywhere near like what Dickhead made me feel! So as restrictions started to ease I made the resolve that I’ll only meet someone in real life. And last weekend, on my first night out in a long time, sparks started to fly with a witty Australian. I let my guard (and my knickers) way too far down, which was a mistake, but women can be horny drunks too. No shame about that in 2021. And it would have all been a bit of harmless fun, if I hadn’t learned he was lying about being single the next day. Why are the ones confident enough to chat you up in real life the ones who absolutely shouldn’t be doing that!? Next time, I’ll keep my guard all the way up, and the password to get in will be the correct answer to the question ‘is there anyone who believes themselves to be in a relationship with you?’ Until then, I still can’t help but feel like the connection I had with Dickhead was like none I’ve ever known, and like one I’ve only heard very few people describe. I just need to trust the universe, and Moira Rose, that if I’m meant to be with anyone they’ll come back.