I went to Brighton with my girlfriend last weekend. Before I left London, my boyfriend told me to have a good time. I met her at Victoria station, rushing from coach to train and into my arms in a whoosh of kisses and hugs.
When I returned from Brighton, I felt happy, content, and bone-tired. I just wanted a cup of tea and a sit down, but when I checked in with my boyfriend, he said that he’d been ill with a tummy-bug all weekend. A blanket of guilt descended. Why hadn’t he called me? What was I supposed to do? My mood changed from ecstatic to guilt-ridden in the space of a few minutes, but then my boyfriend smiled weakly at me, and said that he was glad that I had been away, that I hadn’t caught his bug when he’d been infectious, and that I’d had a good time by the sea with my girlfriend. It took some time for the honesty of his words to sink in, but when it did, I was struck with the depth of his love and understanding.
Jealousy is something many people worry about when it comes to loving more than one person at a time, but guilt and uncertainty eclipsed me until I could see straight. If my boyfriend hadn’t kept telling me that he was fine now, it would have taken me a lot longer to feel good. I’m very grateful that I have two people who love me. Maybe one day we can all go to the seaside together…
Photo: Brightondirect.com
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