The Baconator Pt. 2 - Being the other woman

I don’t even know where to start and where to end the Baconator story (it was a long ass 4 or 5 months). To tell you the truth I learned a lot about what I as a person am willing to put up with. I no longer speak to him and if I see him it causes a burning anger to spread through my soul. But. I thank him for teaching me that I can stand on my own two feet and say FUCK YOU, this is not right and I’m going to do something about it. Never be afraid of your gut instincts people. They are there for a reason.

As you may remember in Baconator Pt. 1 the evening ended with a kiss. I was stunned because that was the last thing I expected to get out of the Hootenanny that year. I merely wanted to go down, listen to music and hang out with my friends. That kiss changed the tone of the night. It had me thinking there was hope for a girl like me…Maybe, just maybe, it was actually possible to find a guy who wanted to spend time together as more than just friends. That was a joke. Officially we were never dating, we were just “hanging out”. That is a new term that irritates me to no end. I should have known that “hanging out” is Man-Code for ‘We’ll act like we are dating, but there won’t be any commitment so if something else comes up YOU can’t complain’. Fuckers…

So after the kiss I went home and at 3am I got a txt message from the Baconator saying how glad he was that we met. I thought WOW, this guy doesn’t waste any time but was secretly excited that he was showing attention, even though something was bugging me about the whole situation. I just couldn’t put my finger on it, so I shoved my worries to the back of my mind. From that point on we spent a lot of time together, he would come over for movie nights, or I would go visit him at work (he worked as a parking lot security guard) but he was never really emotionally available. His cell phone would always go off and he would quickly text back saying it was one of his buddies, or he would excuse himself and leave the room so I couldn’t hear the conversation. Each time my ‘something’s up’ feeling would return and I would push it back or ask if he was seeing someone else. He of course would say no and I would believe him.

In August things came to a head. He was driving Red to Calgary where she was starting a new life (Thank God) and then he would be driving back with his transvestite friend (he even showed me a picture) who lived out there but was coming to visit family in Niagara…or so he told me.

He was gone for a week and I missed him like crazy. He called or texted when he could but it never seemed like enough. When he returned I went to see him at work and I immediately felt that something was wrong. I asked him again if he was seeing someone and this time he said “well, kind of”. He explained that he had a girlfriend that he had been with since February (remember we met in July and it was now mid August) but that since he met me he had stopped being intimate with her as he could only see her as a friend…because he wanted me. I left and cried all the way home (it’s a good thing it’s literally a 2 minute drive to my house so I didn’t really need to pay attention). He called and I ignored it, he texted and I ignored it and then I gave in. I cared so much about him that I was willing to be the other woman for a while. I gave him an ultimatum. Tell her it’s over or I am gone. He agreed that this was fair and we continued to see each other with the understanding that he was going to end his relationship with her. But that day never came.

I know that people will judge me on my decsion and before I would have been right there with you. But it's hard to say what you will do when you are actually faced with those choices. Which path would you take? Loneliness makes people do strange things, and for me at that point in my life I was willing to be the other woman for a while if it meant I wouldn't have to be alone.

The third and final installment of The Baconator is coming, it's just hard trying to condense 4+ months into a few posts.