Friday is always the day that I spend with A.
Today is friday the 13th and it briefly crossed my mind this week that if I were superstitious, I would not attempt to tempt fate on a such a day and perhaps I should have a quiet day at home by myself.
Of course, A. and I have been building anticipation all week and simply couldn't stay away from one another so my idea of a quiet day at home lasted about three seconds before I dismissed it. Yesterday, I ignored yet another sign that a day at home would be a good idea when my mother asked me to do her a small favor which actually required me to be home until noon. On a regular friday, I would leave the house in the morning and make my way to A's place. Did I let this sign deter me from my plans with A. you aks? Of course not. The plan was altered and delayed but still on. Then, even as a third sign came my way, in the form of my husband's office losing power and everyone being sent home for the afternoon, still I kept my afternoon with A. on track having thought of an appropriate alibi.
I should always trust my instincts and never ignore the signs. Because what happened on this particular friday is that my husband called me while I was in the midst of having the most intense sex A. and I had ever had together. When A. left for a moment to grab a condom, I checked my phone and panicked that my husband might be wondering where I was. I called him and for the first time ever, he didn't believe me when I said where I was. I panicked even more (which is very unlike me but I was highly unsettled). I left A's in a hurry and made up a believable story with a friend who covered for me.
My husband, who has never believed me capable of any wrongdoing, is now suspicious.
And very very upset with me.
For the first time ever, I am not in complete control of the situation.
