Tying up loose ends

For my few regular readers who are wondering how I got from Julian to my younger lover - I was intending to do all this chronologically (and we haven't even covered the threesome), but I wanted to write about recent events while they were fresh in my mind.

So you may be wondering what happened to Julian. He flaked. Essentially. He applied for a job in England (and thoughtfully got me to proofread his application forms), and was offered it, with a September start. He wooed me with talks of weekend and holiday visits, with a view to me taking a career break and joining him in a year. He discussed apartments with me in detail, not wanting to rent somewhere that I wouldn't like. We discussed what religion to bring up children and when we might feel comfortable remarrying after our respective divorces. He was jealous that I still shared a room with my husband and was delighted when that changed, was threatened by my friendship with Malcolm and he left his wife. I helped him move and spent a lot of time with him in his new place. We had lots of sex but also lots of companionship, doing work together in the evenings, flirty texts throughout the day, dinners and wine together, dvds, music, walks, shopping..... real couple-y stuff. I even did his sewing. And helped him with his admin. And made a lasagne for when his father visited. And baked him a cake. And hid from his father in town so that he didn't find out that his son had moved on so quickly.

Then, three days before he was due to move, he essentially dumped me. Gave me this speech about wanting his own space when he moved, not knowing who he was going to be..... it was incredibly hurtful and unexpected. I couldn't believe it, and mourned for some weeks to come. So there you go. Some men are bastards.

And yet, some women are too nice. His wife still lives in his old house, thinking he left her over their marriage problems, with no idea of his infidelity. To be thus exposed would destroy him. I have her address, name, telephone number and email. It would be effortless. Needless to say, I have not stooped so low. I prefer to take the high moral ground, or as high a moral ground as an adulterer writing a sex blog can take.