In Short I Fucked Up And Lost My Lady

I went to grad school at a major state university. A few weeks after I got there I joined a new friend at a party in an apartment. The crowd was mostly freshman students. I met Kate that night and she ended up in bed with me. The next morning she told me it was her first time and she was scared.

For the time I was in grad school Kate was my girl. She worked hard at being a girlfriend, proving herself to me. I had her close to me, but I couldn't go there, she was more of a little sister. When I finished my program she had two more years for her degree. I went back often, I felt guilty. By the time she was a senior she was planning a wedding. I showed up out of obligation.

I took her with me, one end of the world to the other, kids born in London, Dubai, Singapore. She was always the mother, the wife. I cheated now and then, exciting had my number, but never around her. After we returned stateside I got involved with a little lady in the office. It broke out in the open. Kate's guts were torn out over it. I promised her it was not going to happen again.

Kate never forgave me. I think about her every day all day. My kids see me, but they side with their mother. Out of feeling sorry I'm 'welcome' for Thanksgiving. Just don't show up with that girl.

There's a lesson here, don't mess with perfect, no matter how exciting.