We left the bar with a renewed energy and a lightness to our steps. Any anxiety had vanished from breaking down the wall. Yes, we were both scared…but sharing our fears made it more comfortable.
Brad pulled me by the hand and pressed me against a brick wall. Strands of my blonde hair swept into my face as the wind whipped between our bodies. He gently pushed the stray hairs away and pressed his lips against mine. The contrast of his warm lips in the chilly air melted any defenses I had left. His strong hands tamed my hair as his sensual tongue met mine. As he pulled his lips away, he paused to let the breeze pass in the tiny space between us. My lips tingled with anticipation of feeling him again, and my body fell into his when he closed the gap between us. His hands roamed my curves as I pushed against him. I craved him.
After catching our breath, we made our way to the rendezvous point to meet our spouses. We ordered another drink at the bar, but the conversation was stilted after the passionate walk. In some respects, it was as though we were waiting for our spouses. We made small conversation about reality T.V. to keep the awkward silence at bay, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were done with our date and our spouses were running late. I assumed that their show ran long which would explain their delay.
They did come shortly after and they joined us in the booth. The mood was light and friendly as I turned to my husband and said, “So, how was the show?”
“Oh…we didn’t go.”
I flinched. My confusion was given away by my furrowed brows. “What? What do you mean?”
“We had such a great time at dinner, that we started talking and missed the show.” He added cautiously, “We’ve been walking around the city.”
My face crumbled. They were late because they ‘walked around the city’?! While we were sitting here waiting for them? It was happening. I felt as though they were swept up in the moment and I didn’t have that kind of date. Ours was spent convincing each other that we didn’t like each other and how we couldn’t be emotionally connected. Yes, we broke through the wall, after the first 4 hours of the charade. I was thrown into an emotional backlash and could not hide it. It was as though my husband stepped on a landmine, and Brad and Amy were watching me explode. I could feel the turmoil building within me and I felt choked into silence. I reached out a hand as if to apologize as I could not speak for what seemed like an eternity. Amy and my husband looked concerned while Brad looked like he couldn’t breathe.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, “I think I’m having an emotional reaction.” I could see the worry in both my husband’s and Amy’s eyes. They knew that they had made a questionable choice and were dealing with the fallout. I quickly processed my emotions and got to the root of my issue. Does my husband want to leave me? No? Okay, why I am upset? After taking a moment, I explained that I was okay and my husband let out a sigh of relief. I glanced over at Brad and saw he still looked burdened but he did not speak up.
After we regained the lightness in the conversation, I excused myself to the restroom. Brad volunteered to go with me and while finding our way through the labyrinth of the hotel’s hallways, he asked me, “Are you okay?” I nodded and assured him I was fine. I quickly explained that I felt taken aback because their plans changed and they didn’t communicate with me and that made me feel like I was dismissed in their minds. It didn’t occur to me to ask him.
When we said our goodbyes for the evening, I thought everyone was okay. On the way home, my husband expressed genuine remorse and I forgave him. We negotiated new boundaries and while we were expressing what we needed and how to make it work, his phone chimed with a message from Amy. Normally at that time, we exchanged “Thank you for such a great evening,” texts but this time it was different.
The color drained from his face as he read the message.
Brad had exploded…
…and she didn’t know if we would be able to continue.