shit hath almost hitteth the fan

I say almost...

Last week RedSox asked me about the future of our relationship. While I had made it clear I wanted to leave Boston, he wasn't clear that I also wanted an end to our relationship. My fault. I should have told him the moment I decided.

But I did tell him last week, and that's when the fiasco of our imminent end began. He asked that we stay together until the end. I agreed. He asked for more time from me. I gave it.

I had my final residency interview in NYC last week, and I planned to stay with OleMiss. On Tuesday RedSox asked me where I was staying. I lied and told him a girl-friend.

He then told me "I know more than you think I do."

I was caught, though to some extent I wasn't surprised. I told him "I'm sure you do, and I will tell you everything you want to know."

He didn't want to know anything. He wasn't even angry. He STILL wanted to stay together.

Now let me keep it real people. I CHEATED... several times. I never admitted to it or considered my behavior anything other than being myself, but it's true. I cheated on RedSox.

And he forgave me. He wasn't angry.

I cannot believe it.

This post should probably be longer, but I am still in shock. Thank God I am seeing my therapist today.