The Irony: Adversities At Times Bring Happiness

Raised in a home enveloped with parental love, the importance of having a complete family was inculcated in me. Well, I used to denounce infidelity and cheating partners. My mind was always closed to reasons favoring divorce or rather separation of partners.

Yet something happened that rattled my ideal portrait of morality. I got myself involved with a married man, 5 years older than I am. Truth was that, he was wedded for six years already and he had a six-year-old son. I had been around with him for quite 3 months when he finally got the courage to divulge to me his real situation. We were in a tight spot. My logic and emotions were battling over what was to be done. I used to pride myself for I was quick at crafting good decisions when faced with crossroads.

That dilemma between my happiness and what they call societal concept of rectitude was in fact one of the greatest challenges I had to deal with. And the most painful. I know I had to stop to save a family. But it was no easy thing when he would constantly beg you to stay with him and deeply inlove as I was, I would stupidly succumb to his wants.

Yet, I know I had to leave him. My friends would ask "when?" and alas! I couldn't find the answer. I got real drawn to the happiness I felt being with him. Call it sourgraping. 

We lasted for a year and I couldn’t exactly decode how we did that. We had fun elaborating excuses to escape from the spotlight of everybody’s doubts. Occasionally, the pang of guilt would resurface yet undeniably, the thrill was potent it fueled my passion to win him.

Secrets have its way of escaping no matter how securely you locked it in a cache.  We’ve been discovered. A phone call from an unfamiliar voice shook my whole being one morning. A woman asked to meet with me. The tone of her voice was not angry, but it resonated with deep pain. I just knew then that was the end of my fictional reverie. 

The woman wept before me asking to let go of the man I’ve loved so deeply. I was swept with shooting pain of guilt and my eyes stung with tears I was trying hard to resist from falling.

Funny, I waited for that to happen before I mustered all my courage to end it all. Realizing my mistake was like a football being hurled at my face. Yet I closed that chapter with no regrets, smiling at the thought of my silliness. I know I would sleep and wake up and I would continue to call it my “Happiest Adversity”