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Tuesday. Soon after my youngest son was born, I started playing Words With Friends (WWF) with a man called Mike. We started chatting and we discovered we were very much alike. At the time, I had just left my ex but I was still living in his house. Mike was getting divorced.
We told each other everything that was going on with our lives.

He was in a sexless marriage and had cheated on his wife a few times. He felt miserable about that and he was ashamed to tell me. I said I could understand perfectly how he felt and what he needed and that I didn’t blame him. He said that when his wife knew about the affairs (and I can’t remember if he told her of if she caught him), hell exploded and he was blamed for everything.
One day Mike decided to hack his wife computer and he found that his wife had pictures of herself naked and that she was also having and affair.

While they were divorcing, Mike decided to write and add saying he was looking for a woman to have sex. Just that, only sex.
Soon after, he found a woman and, believe it or not, they fell in love with each other in a very crazy way. But there was a problem. This new woman couldn’t tolerate the way they had met so she kept boycotting the relationship.
I talked to Mike every day and I couldn’t believe why someone could think that way. I’d be more than happy if I go out looking for sex and I find love in the way. But I guess we are all different.

Things with Mike and this woman were excellent for a couple of weeks and then horrible for the next couple of days. Everything was fine and then, out of the blue, she remembered how wrong it was the way they had met and started blaming Mike, like if he was the only one who was looking for sex.
This went on and on for some months and every couple of days Mike told me something that she had done to him. And I cringed. And I cringed some more. And then again until one day I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and said something to him that he probably didn’t like.
You have to know this about me, when someone hurts someone I care about, I kind of lose it and feel like strangling the bad person with my bare hands (not bear hands, they are not that hairy). So I guess I had enough of this bitch treating my friend as her doormat so I told him what I thought about it… And I’m sure I didn’t spare any detail because after that Mike stopped replying to my messages and resigned our game.

I can’t explain how sad I felt and even if I apologized, it was too late.
Mike stopped playing Words With Friends and I really missed him. I missed talking to him because he truly understood me. And most of all, he was there when I was in total darkness and he always brightened my day.

Yesterday, one of my newest WWF players didn’t rematch after finishing the game. And I have this rule, if you play the last tile, you hit rematch. That’s the only way I know that you still want to play with me. Some times, some players don’t rematch and I wonder what to do. If it’s a good day, I go ahead and rematch, if my day is not good, f#$k it… So f#$k it, it was.
Five minutes later I get a notification that another person started a game with me. I opened the app, accepted the game and clicked on the picture to see if I knew that person.
You have to imagine my surprise when I saw Mike. I couldn’t believe it.
He said he was trying for months to play with me but he kept getting a sign saying I was maxed out. I said he was VERY lucky because just then this new guy decided not to rematch. I said I missed him very much but I thought he was mad at me after what I had said about his girlfriend.

We chatted for several hours trying to catch up. It’s amazing how many things can happen in three years. When he told me he wasn’t longer with that woman I said: “I’m not surprised, she was a psycho and she was treating you like a doormat”.
Then I told him that as soon as I moved out from my ex’s house, I wrote an email to him but I got a response from his girlfriend. So I replied: “Ok, tell Mike things are working out. And please thank him for everything he did to me”. I felt terrible about that too. Maybe I caused even more problems.

Yesterday he said he missed talking to me. He said it was rare to meet women who were not judgmental. I replied: “Why didn’t you write to me?”.
He said he had deleted my email. So I said, let me write an email to you again, and this time, KEEP IT!.

So I did. After a few emails he said:

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I replied:

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And then he wrote:

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I wish that what I had said back then would have helped him. He told me that things with that woman ended REALLY bad. I wish I had spared him some of that pain.
I know he didn’t ask for my opinion. I just had to tell him because I knew she was hurting him and he was blind and numb and couldn’t see or feel her punches.
But I could, and it hurt.

I’m so glad my friend is back.

~ by DotedOn on April 19, 2016.

23 Responses to “602”

  1. Reblogged this on SURVIVORS BLOG HERE.

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  2. I’m glad too! How big is that ocean? Ha, ha!

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  3. It is sad about the distance. Sounds like you two were made for each other.

    I tell friends all the time that if they’re searching for love that the need to stop searching for love. When I agreed to meet my husband, it was all about sex only, but the minute we met we both knew we had found the one. That was over ten years ago and we’re still very happy together.

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    • Bradley, I never had a romantic thought about him. He entered my life using the “friends’ door” and I don’t think that will ever change. Anyway, it’s really nice to be understood! 🙂
      I wish you stay forever happy together! 🙂

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  4. I’m glad he’s back, too, and also wish you weren’t separated by an ocean. Years back, when I first got on the internet and didn’t realize how, when speaking through chats and emails, people can completely misunderstand you. It’s happened to me in a couple of very extreme ways, so I try to avoid saying a lot of things that people can twist. Btw, I don’t think Mike twisted anything, so that’s not what I’m getting at 🙂

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  5. Paola 🙂 a lovely story and I’m really pleased for you, now go have fun!

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  6. Bear hands can be quite nasty. Indeed. And just think about trying to manicure them….

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  7. I love stories with a happy ending! He sounds like a great friend. XX

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  8. Hey, that story had a happier ending than I was anticipating. Glad to hear it, Paola.

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