Jonathan and I had a great weekend together, Friday turned into Saturday. Saturday turned into Sunday. We just hung out at his house, cooking, laughing, listening to music and making love. He’s a man of many talents it’s a wonder that Julie cheated on him. Neither of us brought up his ex’s voice mail, I guess we didn’t want to ruin a good time.
I kiss him goodbye on Sunday evening. He’ll be out of cell phone range for the next four days until Thursday, working on a new home up in the mountains. But we are getting together Friday night so that won’t be too bad. I’m realizing how much I miss him, his voice, his laugh, his touch. He has touched my heart.
But the drama queen invades my thoughts as it keeps on replaying Julie’s message in my head like a broken record. Jealousy is raising its ugly head. “Stop it!” I say aloud. I look around, thankfully no one hears me.
Finally, I get a text on Friday: “Hey Hun, miss you”
All those feelings of insecurity vanish. He misses me. Why am I worrying so much? Things are going great. He wants me not her.
“Miss you too, can’t wait to see you tonight” I reply.
“I can’t tonight because we ran into issues at the house so I won’t be back until Saturday afternoon. I’ll make it up to you-can you come over Saturday round 5 and stay the night?”
“Hopefully you can work it out. And yes, I’ll be there.”
“Yeah me too. See you soon.”
“Goodbye,” I say as I look down at the phone. Hmmm…
Saturday I pack my bag and head to his house. It’s been a week but it feels like an eternity since we last saw each other. As I park in his driveway, he comes out to greet me. He opens the car door and helps me out.
“What a gentleman you are,” I say as we kiss.
“I try to be,” he says as he helps me with my bag.
Arm and arm we walk into the house.
“How did it go? What were the problems?” I ask as we walk into the kitchen.
Looking annoyed he proceeds to tell me. “A couple of cabinets were broken, which we didn’t see until after the boxes were opened, missing finished ends, the microwave electrical outlet was in the wrong place and the cabinets didn’t fit the design.”
“That sucks. How did you resolve it?”
He walks over and opens the refrigerator, “Would you like a beer, I’m in need of one” he pulls two out before I have a chance to say yes.
He opens the beers and hands one to me as he guzzles one down. “I had to drive to 30 minutes to town to call Alex the Designer and Lisa the Project Manager, since there isn’t any cell service on or near the property. What a fiasco, but we got it straightened out. I had to videotape the issues and send it to them. Some cabinets need to be re-ordered, the electrician needs to come back out and move the outlet. And I will be heading back up there Monday for the week. But enough shop talk. How are you doing?”
“Life is good,” I say with a smile.
He walks over to me and takes my hand. I put down my beer and follow him. He stops, turns around and starts slow dancing with me.
I just look at him and laugh.
“What?” he asks as he kisses my neck.
“We’re dancing in your kitchen, but I like it.”
“Oh good, because I’m putting the moves on you” he laughs as he spins me around.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Jonathan?”
“Now what makes you think that?” He asks coyly.
I laugh as he dips me. “You’re a man after my own heart.”
“That is the plan”
“Oh really? Hmmm… I like that plan.” I say as we kiss.
As the song ends, his cell phone rings. He doesn’t get it but walks by it. “I’ll let it go to voice mail. I’m going to get another beer would you like one?”
“Yeah sure,” I say as I casually look down at the counter and see the caller is Julie his ex calling again. Then his house phone rings.
“It’s probably Julie since she just tried your cell,” I say slightly annoyed.
“I’m going to put a stop to this right now.” He says as he walks over and picks up the phone.
“Hey, why do you keep calling me? It’s over. You cheated or don’t you remember that? What? Who was in an accident? Sean? What happened?”
Jonathan is pacing as he speaks to Julie. “Okay all right, I’ll be there within a half-hour.” He hangs up the phone and tells me that Sean her son who he helped raise was in a serious car accident. He has to go to the hospital.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. Do you want me to come with you?” I ask.
“No, but stay here I will be back in a few hours.” He says as he grabs his coat and phone and gives me a kiss goodbye.
“Okay, I’ll stay. Call me and let me know what’s happening.”
He rushes out of the house giving me the thumbs-up sign. I watch him leave. As I walk around the house, a melancholy feeling comes over me. They share a child together? He never told me that. Even though Sean isn’t his biological son he must still feel a close bond to him. That is something I won’t get in the middle of it but I wonder if he told her about us? If not he needs to tell her.
The minutes turned to hours. I’m hungry so I make dinner for us and nibble on some bread and cheese and drink wine while I wait for him to return. It’s 11 o’clock and still no word. I’m not sure what to do. Dinner for one, I sit alone, eating and thinking. His dinner is getting cold so I put it in the refrigerator. The wine has gone to my head and I’m a bit tipsy as I walk to the living room couch with a full glass of wine in my hand. After placing the glass on the coffee table, I throw a few more logs into the woodstove and close the glass door. I look at my phone and see that it’s almost midnight. He hasn’t called and I’m worried. What’s happening? I text him, but no reply.
I’m starting to get fidgety. Being a bit under the influence and being worried is not a good combination. I start to think which is not always a good thing. He said that Tuesday he had to go into town to talk to the designer and project manager, but he didn’t even bother texting or calling me when he had cell service? It wasn’t until Friday, the day we were getting together that he texted me. Hmmm… I take a sip of Riesling, contemplating this revelation.
I lie on the couch with a blanket over me to keep me warm as I watch the flames dance. I look at my phone one last time and it’s 2am. My eyes are getting heavy and sleep is beckoning. Finally, I fall into a restless sleep. I awake to the sun’s rays streaming onto my face. I’m still on the couch but where is Jonathan? As soon as I jump up I grab my throbbing head and walk to the bedroom and open the door. He’s sound asleep, snoring away. He never called or texted me to let me know the situation. And he didn’t even wake me up to come to bed with him when he got home.
I know I could have snuck into bed with him but my annoyance got the better of me. I tiptoed to my stuff, picked them up and quietly left. It wasn’t until 4pm that he called me.
“Where did you go?” I woke up and you were gone! No note-nothing!
I responded: “I could ask the same about you! I waited all night at your house but you never called and then I wake up on the couch and find you in bed! WTF!”
“I don’t know why you are getting so upset? I told you Sean was in a serious accident. I found out at the hospital that he broke five ribs and had a serious concussion. He had to stay overnight for observation. That’s why I didn’t come back.”
I retorted, “I know and I’m sorry about what happened to him, but why couldn’t you call me and let me know? That’s all I wanted. I was worried!”
“I wasn’t thinking about you, okay I was only thinking about Sean. I’m sorry.”
I was speechless. He wasn’t even thinking about me. He didn’t even think to call me and let me know what happened or what he was doing or what time he would be home.
I tried to choose my words carefully, “Why didn’t you wake me when you got home so I could come to bed with you?”
“I was exhausted and you were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you and I just wanted to sleep alone.”
His sharp words pierce through my heart.
“I gotta go before I say something I’m going to regret.” I hang up.
Click. At this moment I long for the days when we had real telephones that we could slam down the receiver so the other person knew how we felt. Maybe they should make an end call sound for those occasions!
When I’m extremely mad I either yell or become silent. Today I chose the latter. I refuse to talk until I calm down and think things through. I don’t want to say something that I will regret. It’s just the way I am, but Jonathan is different. He wants to get it out right away, so he proceeds to call me 15 times in a row. His last two calls he leaves three minute incoherent but nasty voicemails and then starts texting me. It’s almost as though he has obsessive-compulsive behavior.
He must be drunk since he is slurring his words. I guess my silence infuriates him but does he have to call so many times and leave nasty messages? WTF is wrong with this dude? Can’t he just leave me alone for a while and then call back and apologize instead of going off on a nutty rant? The honeymoon stage is over-Mr. Hyde has come to town.