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I felt like a dirty home-wrecker even though Ryan continually assured me his marriage was long over before I came along. The flashing green screen indicated it was Ryan."Hello? It's Friday night and he was meeting his wife at a restaurant. Maybe I was just the most recent in a long string of women who had supplied Ryan with whatever it was he got out of these extramarital activities. But then I remembered something Ryan told me months ago, when he took his soon to a basketball game that was going to be televised."Tell me where you sit and I'll look for you on TV! The flashy vista that lay before me was an immediate contradiction to the black thundercloud cloud threatening my heart and mind. Instinctively, I jumped backwards until I realized he was clutching my arm protectively. ""After nearly three f*cking years everyone should damn well know! My rage exploded out of my mouth like bullets from a machine gun."Ryyyannn! ""You really might be able to see us, we sit exactly 14 rows behind the Jazz players." He had replied. 14 rows."Just stay quiet and agree with whatever I say,” I whispered to Melissa as we approached one of the entries."Good evening Miss, can I see your ticket please? He won't be here, I comforted myself, and if he is, he'll be with friends. Years spent telling friends "no" so I could wait around at home on the off-chance Ryan would be able to sneak away. I walked directly in front of him, my body quivering with rage. I slapped the glass of amber colored Glenlivet from his grasp. Blood was spurting from the center of my hand where my palm had connected with the glass, leaving behind a torn flap of skin."Oh, Monica." Ryan was crying now. Still, he clung to my hand, pulling me to the kitchen where he wrapped a dish towel around the bloody mess, pressing the damp cloth into my palm. Once he left, she and I were walking out of the restaurant together when we ran into our old group of friends who go to the Jazz games. Once I found the team, I began to count the rows behind them. My knees buckled like someone kicked me from behind and I gripped the banana-colored metal railing for support. For about ten seconds."That f*cker." Her tone was menacingly quiet."Oh my god." I rasped"I will kill him." Melissa continued."I can't believe this is happening.""I will slash the tires on his car."The half-time buzzer shrilled through my body, slamming me back to reality."Meet me at the top of his row.""Holy sh*t! " Melissa was ringing her hands anxiously."I'm going to let him know I see him. Within minutes, I was barreling up his front steps. I rocketed through the side gate, into his backyard. The only light was the ghostly pall the digital microwave cast on the kitchen that lay just beyond the sliding glass door. I could see that he was holding his requisite three fingers of scotch in his right hand."You." I growled. I see him here with his wife and I see him for the lying, no good, worthless asshole that he really is."Before she could stop me, I was stumbling down the stairs. As I pressed onward, Melissa in tow, those words kept replaying in my head. We stepped into the arena and walked to the edge of the concrete platform. Years of agonizing nights alone while he went to "family obligations" with his wife. These wasted years and years had culminated in this single, horrifying moment in time. While he was building his new home, Ryan was living in a condominium less than a mile from my apartment. The expression on his face was something I didn't expect. The glass launched from his loose grasp and shattered against the wall. Silent tears streaked his bleak expression."Don't touch me you liar! We stood there in the dark silence, listening to each others’ ragged breathing."It's not what you think." He finally chanced."That is such BULLSHIT! " I fell silent when, uncharacteristically, he raised his voice."I WAS meeting Jenna and her dad about our taxes.
So the night Ryan let his hand linger on my arm after walking me to my car left me reeling. Life continued in its usual doddering fashion until the night a group of co-workers from Ryan’s office invited me out for drinks at the bar next door. Pool was played, darts were thrown and unfortunately, Jagermeister was ingested. After several minutes that ticked by slower than the mini-eternities I spent in my algebra class, Ryan reached across the table, took my face in his delicately masculine hands, pulled me gently toward him, and said, "I think I'm falling in love with you."So I stayed. I heard you tell someone to tell Jenna you'd be right back.""I don't know what you're talking about! Upon arrival, I gave Melissa her marching orders: When you see Ryan, make sure he sees you and give him a dirty look.Our free and confidential services are available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Watch this short video to learn more about our programs and services: More than 23,000 adults and children benefit from the Women's Center education and training programs annually.