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Reason To Sing

speak icily. “Why? Why now, Gord? There must be a reason.
What, what is it? Why the hell now after lying for two bloody
years do the lovers choose to tell their spouses the truth?”
He puts his hands in his coat pockets and leans against
the door. He still doesn’t have the guts to look me straight in
the eye. “We just didn’t feel right before God. We knew it was
wrong. We couldn’t live like this anymore.” His voice is weak
and it’s plain his nerves are shot.
I am livid. How do you like these feelings, buddy? This is what
you have put me through for two years!
I move to the edge of the bed and get up in his face. “So …
finally, you were feeling guilty, were you?” Sarcasm is dripping
from my mouth. “Your girlfriend was one of my best friends.
How could she do this to me? I trusted her.” I stand up and
start pacing, waving my hands wildly. “Do you have any idea
how much I confided in her?” I point my finger directly at him.
“Did she tell you that? Did she tell you? What the hell is wrong
with her? How could you be with someone like that? What the
hell is wrong with the two of you?”
I am afraid my head might burst. I am suddenly desperate
for Tylenol and a drink.
“I’m sorry, Kelita.” He finally looks at me. “You have to
believe me when I tell you that. I never meant to hurt you.
I really am so sorry.” His hand reaches toward me but I back
away like he’s got the plague.
“I can’t look at you anymore. Just go. Get out of here.” I
open the door to usher him out, refusing to touch him or make
eye contact.
As he leaves the bedroom, head hung in shame, the weight
of his deceit crashes over me like a tsunami. My mind has
been spinning out of control for more than two years, but this
true confession sends me into a new and ugly dimension of

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