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“Kit, it’s OK,” I assured him. “It’s OK. I forgive you.” I could see the relief instantly wash over him. “Thank you,” he bawled. “You have no idea what an enormous gift you just gave me. Thank you, Mike.” Kit wiped his tears before continuing: “He’s a good guy, Mike. And he’s got a great eye for design. You should lean on him if you ever need apartment tips or advice. We share a lot of the same sensibilities. “And don’t worry about heaven,” he added. “I’ll get it ready for us.”
This genuinely shocked me. I have no clue how someone can forgive someone else when its clear they don't feel bad. He cheated on you multiple times, lied about it and only confessed now that he's at the end of the line. He doesn't feel bad that he betrayed your trust and you let him walk all over you again.
Growing up with a father who had a legendarily violent temper taught me to avoid confrontation at all costs, lest you wanted to be smacked across the face or, worse, forced to kneel on the tiled kitchen floor for an hour with your outstretched hands weighed down by a dictionary.
BFF and former wingman Matt Eriksson to be my plus one, but a subtle strain had been placed on our friendship since Kit had arrived on the scene.
Put two and two together man.
Also, being with Matt reminded me of how much I missed him and our friendship, and served to highlight one of the not-so-fun sacrifices I had made in the name of Kit.
You shouldn't have to sacrifice your existing relationships to please a guy.
“Apologize for not loving him better. He will tell you that you could not have loved him more, which is true, but you need to tell him that anyway.”
lol
I even extended an invitation to the Other Man himself, Todd.
Oh my god
I was grieving for my husband’s fucking mistress. What couldn’t Kit do!
I just don't understand how you become a doormat on this level.
“Thank you for letting me see him,” he sobbed. “I’m so sorry this is happening. Kit is an amazing person. And you’re an amazing partner.” I suddenly felt a strong desire to hug my husband’s mistress. And so I did. And not just a Hollywood hug. A warm, extended Northern New Jersey hug.
You're not an amazing partner you're a doormat. Your relationship was shit but you didn't stand up for yourself and didn't have the self respect to do anything about it. Todd is just as bad if not worse
“What?” he asked incredulously. “I’m sorry I didn’t love you better,” I repeated. He hesitated, before responding with a somewhat indifferent “OK.” “OK?” I shot back, before adding tongue-in-cheek, “You’re supposed to say I couldn’t love you any better.” Kit paused again before letting out a sly, slightly cunty “OK.” I smiled. And we fell off to sleep.
Once again, Kit's priority is always himself and his games and jabs. Read the signs dude. He was not the saint or loveable rapscallion you keep telling people he is.
