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When you've lived on your own since the age of 16, a bunch of 18-year-old hooligans drunkenly jumping off balconies celebrating the fact they no longer live at home is not exciting, it's annoying. I'm meeting her dad to talk about our taxes and she's coming with him." Something in his guarded tone set off warning bells."If that were really the case, you'd be horrified that I accidentally overheard and you'd be apologizing right now. That tells me you're guilty, you f*cker.""You’re overreacting. If he told me to 'go ahead, come on down' I might consider the possibility that he was telling the truth. I stared at the phone, horrified at what had just happened. There was only one restaurant he frequented in Salt Lake City.

On the flip side, the dashing, handsome millionaire who drove a Jaguar, dined at all the top restaurants in Salt Lake City and entertained the notion of a career in politics appeared, to me, a king among men. I'll speak to you later.""If the meeting is all you say it is, then leave your cell phone on when you go back to the table, then I'll hear you 'discuss taxes' with Jenna's dad.""This is just silly.""It's not silly. I dialed my friend Melissa and explained to her the situation.

I drove home with a pack of rabid butterflies banging around my stomach. One by one my co-workers began filtering out the door and Ryan and I were left sitting there alone, together. It knifed through me in a revelation as agonizing as if it were actually a jagged blade. I could smell it on him more strongly than the expensive cologne he was wearing. I stayed through painful months of having to babysit his children as he went to ritzy soirees with his wife. But don't make a scene and don't let Jenna catch you glaring at him. If I can keep her happy throughout this whole ordeal, it will end faster.

I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his gestures, hear it in the slight waver of his usually confident voice. I stayed through a year of meeting in darkened movie theater parking lots two towns away from ours, while all the rest my friends were out partying. ""I don't know what you're talking about.""Bullsh*t! If they are, indeed, happily married, I don't want to rock their happy family boat, I just want to know the truth. She went to socialize with her uppity girlfriends.""You are SO worried about keeping up appearances! If there are problems, like me dating our old babysitter, for chrissakes, she will make my life AND YOURS a living hell! I'm just a helpless spectator, yet the fate of my life hangs in the balance too. The stupid girl that dates a married guy who claims he is divorcing. And he never will."I stood up, cradling my bloody, dish toweled hand to my chest and walked out of his condominium for the last time.

Ryan was above me, chatting amiably to the man and woman seated next to him. Once home (and a few shots of Jagermeister to calm my frazzled nerves later), excruciatingly painful sobs tore out of my chest and ripped upward through my throat.

I was now standing directly next to the basketball teams' seats. That stupid smile still pasted across his handsome features."Is that YOUR WIFE Jenna I see over there? Jenna, unaware of my presence, was still absorbed in a conversation with her friends. I turned around, stumbled through the tunnel and fell into Melissa, who was waiting at the other end of the section."Let's get out of here." I sobbed.

Especially when he's married and you work for his wife. I found the whole Greek fraternity/sorority scene distasteful at best. " Despite the close proximity of the neighbors in my small apartment building, I was screaming so loud it felt like my throat was tearing."You're being ridiculous. It was only for a split second, but it was long enough to let me know the restaurant where he claimed to be was not where he really was."I'm at the Steak Pit."I whipped open the phone book and looked it up, finger scrolling maniacally down the list of addresses and numbers. I'll be there in ten minutes."I knew I wasn't going to show up anywhere; I was only interested in his response to my threat.

Ryan agreed to pay me under the table and I accepted.

I couldn't see it even if I shaded my eyes from the sun and squinted really hard. I don't want my children to get hurt,” he’d respond. The girl that dates a married man and thinks he's going to divorce his wife for her. I stamped my heel to the floor of the car to try and quell the tremors. Within minutes, Melissa was already hustling across the street, exploding into the car. Once we parked, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely climb the steps leading to the imposing structure.

"If you want to be married just tell me," I pleaded. When I threatened to leave, he'd shout, "But I'm 40, I've been married twice and I've never been in love until now. I could feel the scorn of friends who were privy to the situation. I was ready to slap the phone closed when I heard Ryan's voice - only he wasn't talking to me. I'd only been to the Delta Center once, years before, for a Pearl Jam concert. I wonder if I leave my ID card here with you, if we could run in, grab the spare keys and run out? I know right where their seats are.” I beam my best I'm a god-fearing-Mormon-gal-who-still-attends church -regularly-look."Sure thing, sweetheart.