What would be the best choice? Let Michael and throw myself headlong into this affair with Monica? Confessing all? To pretend that this was just a hiccup and move on as if nothing had happened?
My week of vacation is ending. It was Monday. I had to appear before the office.
Avevo una strana voglia di andare in ufficio. Come non mi capitava da tempo. Non sentivo i colleghi da una settimana, un tempo infinito per chi è abituato a vivere a braccetto per l’intera giornata da cinque anni a questa parte.
Una voglia strana mi persuadeva. Avevo voglia di parlare, di raccontare la mia notte magica in riva al mare. Dovevo pulirmi la coscienza in qualche modo. Ci voleva un amico. Uno di cui fidarmi fino in fondo. Per fortuna in ufficio c’era Enrico.
Appena mi vide capì subito.
“Caffè prima di iniziare?”
“Ovviamente!”
Con Enrico c’è sempre stato un rapporto molto franco. Io gli raccontavo i fatti miei e lui i suoi. Mi fidavo molto him, I knew that when he spoke he did so for my own good. His advice had always been very precious. He had all the qualities that must have a good friend.
I needed him. Do not really know which way to turn around. In recent days I was totally disconnected from the world. I had heard more or Monica or Michael. I wanted to be alone to think about what I had done.
Henry thought for a long time. The situation was perhaps more complicated than previously thought. He said that if I had not wanted to hear Monica was because I did not care about her, was the only way to make me understand that Michael could no longer work. He told me to go to Michi and tell her everything, or almost.
I climbed the stairs to Michael. I imagined the conversation that I would have said. "You know love, I think that our lives are taking different roads ..." beautiful as an attack. Or I could say "Michelle - do not call it love so already understand - I think that we are not meant to be" easy and straightforward.
I opened the door grim. He was very angry for my silence the last few days probably. He turned away, without even giving me a kiss.
"Sit"
"Hello, Michi ..."
"I need to talk."
My week of vacation is ending. It was Monday. I had to appear before the office.
Avevo una strana voglia di andare in ufficio. Come non mi capitava da tempo. Non sentivo i colleghi da una settimana, un tempo infinito per chi è abituato a vivere a braccetto per l’intera giornata da cinque anni a questa parte.
Una voglia strana mi persuadeva. Avevo voglia di parlare, di raccontare la mia notte magica in riva al mare. Dovevo pulirmi la coscienza in qualche modo. Ci voleva un amico. Uno di cui fidarmi fino in fondo. Per fortuna in ufficio c’era Enrico.
Appena mi vide capì subito.
“Caffè prima di iniziare?”
“Ovviamente!”
Con Enrico c’è sempre stato un rapporto molto franco. Io gli raccontavo i fatti miei e lui i suoi. Mi fidavo molto him, I knew that when he spoke he did so for my own good. His advice had always been very precious. He had all the qualities that must have a good friend.
I needed him. Do not really know which way to turn around. In recent days I was totally disconnected from the world. I had heard more or Monica or Michael. I wanted to be alone to think about what I had done.
Henry thought for a long time. The situation was perhaps more complicated than previously thought. He said that if I had not wanted to hear Monica was because I did not care about her, was the only way to make me understand that Michael could no longer work. He told me to go to Michi and tell her everything, or almost.
I climbed the stairs to Michael. I imagined the conversation that I would have said. "You know love, I think that our lives are taking different roads ..." beautiful as an attack. Or I could say "Michelle - do not call it love so already understand - I think that we are not meant to be" easy and straightforward.
I opened the door grim. He was very angry for my silence the last few days probably. He turned away, without even giving me a kiss.
"Sit"
"Hello, Michi ..."
"I need to talk."
"..."
"I do not know how to do it, but it's just that you know. I have betrayed you. I do two months now. I have another. "
" ... "
" Do not say anything "
" ... "
" So? "
" I hope it is much better than me, because now I'll hold. "
I got up, took the door and I left. Inside I mingled anger, sadness, desolation. The tears were falling into his face, but I tried to hold it inside. It was stupid to cry for her. Then I had gone there to confess the same thing.
two months. Two months of betrayal. That was the difference, I'd had a fling. You two months. It was really a new story. The hated so much.
while returning by car Michelle called me the most times on the phone. I took a deep breath and tried to answer calmly.
"Tell me"
"I do not think he should speak instead of go away like that?"
"Not really, but if you tell me something, tell me."
"You know, I think it was your own fault if I have betrayed. Do not you took a meticulous care more than me, made me feel more important as before, and I have found another. "
" Well, happy for you. I want to give the blame because our history has failed? You gotta clean conscience? Or something else. The blame there any I have, and there you have the. You dedicated your life to the career, you have completely forgotten a story with me. I'm also happy if someone makes me feel important. I think we have nothing to say. "
" But listen ... "
" I've heard too much, now let go if you construct a life somewhere else. "
I wanted to hear Monica tell you everything. Even if she would feel this to be drab. Then I called Henry. We went for a beer, thirty miles from our city.
"I do not know how to do it, but it's just that you know. I have betrayed you. I do two months now. I have another. "
" ... "
" Do not say anything "
" ... "
" So? "
" I hope it is much better than me, because now I'll hold. "
I got up, took the door and I left. Inside I mingled anger, sadness, desolation. The tears were falling into his face, but I tried to hold it inside. It was stupid to cry for her. Then I had gone there to confess the same thing.
two months. Two months of betrayal. That was the difference, I'd had a fling. You two months. It was really a new story. The hated so much.
while returning by car Michelle called me the most times on the phone. I took a deep breath and tried to answer calmly.
"Tell me"
"I do not think he should speak instead of go away like that?"
"Not really, but if you tell me something, tell me."
"You know, I think it was your own fault if I have betrayed. Do not you took a meticulous care more than me, made me feel more important as before, and I have found another. "
" Well, happy for you. I want to give the blame because our history has failed? You gotta clean conscience? Or something else. The blame there any I have, and there you have the. You dedicated your life to the career, you have completely forgotten a story with me. I'm also happy if someone makes me feel important. I think we have nothing to say. "
" But listen ... "
" I've heard too much, now let go if you construct a life somewhere else. "
I wanted to hear Monica tell you everything. Even if she would feel this to be drab. Then I called Henry. We went for a beer, thirty miles from our city.
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