I was never prepared…

Back in MY daaaaay…

A psychologist or therapist was for those CRAZY people (according to my dad), and a coach was the dude or chick who taught you how to play a certain sport at school.

Terms like “dysfunctional family” and “broken home” and “PTSD” were not even a thing!

So as a child, my life was normal, like everybody else.

I grew up in a normal home, with a normal family.

And it was perfectly normal for dad to bring lonely single women home at times.

They were pretty (well except for the one ‘cos she was very tall and strong, and kind of reminded me of a man), and they were friendly, and they made dad smile and wink and laugh a lot.

I remember one of them had two small daughters, and dad felt so bad for her, that he even invited her and her kids to join us for Christmas. How kind and generous of him!

So yes, my pretty normal childhood helped groom me for a pretty normal, fucked up view of what love and relationships are actually all about.

And that is how my pretty normal, very close “friendship” with an awesome (married) guy, felt… well… NORMAL... I guess?
And it perplexed me that his wife didn’t see it that way!

I mean, WTF? Did she honestly think I was after her man?
Was I consciously after her man? NO!
Was she right to be concerned? YES!

But I didn’t realize it then, until it was too late…

And I certainly wasn’t prepared for what I was about to go through...