by Vivian Ward
“I should. I should go delete it.” I stare back at my screen. “But then he won’t see it, and we’ll never know if he’d do it or not. Maybe he won’t see it. He’s got a lot of friends, and I’m sure his feed probably moves pretty fast. He probably won’t even—,” I hear the chime alert me that I have a new Facebook message.
I freeze in shock and fear as I see his name. My heart stops beating for a second and the pit of my stomach drops to the floor.
This is when I realize that my jaw is hanging open and my husband is staring in shock, too. We look at each other for a second before I finally swallow and make myself say the words.
“Do you want to read it together?”
I know the stranger, Dave, ended up flaking out, but it happens, and it’s not all that uncommon according to what other online couples say.
This is my friend. My friend who flirted with me for years while we worked side by side. The man I almost cheated on my husband with.
“Read it out loud,” Brett says.
I take a deep breath and prepare for the worst.
Fuck, Cathy! What have you done now? What have you gotten yourself into?
“Okay, the message says:”
J: Are you serious about the post you made?
C: I wouldn’t have posted it otherwise.