An Accidental Love Story: Part 6
- thedirtydianaxxx
- Sep 13, 2024
- 4 min read
1 baby, 2 affairs, & 3 people building Ikea furniture

No contact lasted for 16 days.
I broke first because I’m pathetic. He did not take a lot of convincing though. We immediately resumed texting everyday and it only took a week and a half for us to meet up. Thankfully we were in public or we almost certainly would’ve fucked right then...
But we were strong. We lasted one more week before doing all that! I went to his house just to spend time with him, as friends. We were supposed to be friends. But we simply can’t. As I sat on his lap, his hands all over me, both of us clearly wanting to take my clothes off, I moan, “I wish I could fuck you.”
“You can,” he says into my mouth as we kiss.
“I don’t want you to do something that makes you feel guilty.”
“I probably should feel bad, but I don’t. How many times has she done this to me? And it’s not like we weren't allowed before, how is it so bad now?”
I groan. I know it’s wrong. And I know that I don’t really care either. “Are you sure?”
“Only if you want to.”
So we did a bad thing. He cheated. But wouldn’t you know it, it turns out she was cheating too.
From when he agreed to rebuild everything with her to him catching her texting the next guy was 44 whole days. So while he isn’t a saint, she really proved his point. She was literally already seeing someone by the time we transgressed.
This was finally the last straw. He was going to leave her. Dakota said I couldn’t fuck him for the time being because “we don’t condone cheating” and he wasn’t convinced Ryan wouldn’t change his mind in a week and decide to stay. Which was fair.
So during this time we actually were just friends. We only met in public to make sure it stayed that way. With how much I had to fight myself not to kiss him, I knew behind closed doors I would lose all willpower. But this time we were good and we remained friends. Friends that sexted… but whatever. Close enough.
Less than a month later I gave birth. So that obviously extended our sex-free visits for a bit. Right around the six week mark school let’s out for the summer. Sara is a teacher and their kid is obviously home now too so all of a sudden he can’t find time to come see me. I’m annoyed because I’d been asking his plan on this front for the last two months but he made no tangible progress toward actually getting divorced. He was in the guest bedroom, he wasn’t sleeping with her or kissing her or anything romantic, but no actual moves to separate finances or housing or anything.
Now this all came to a head in July. He had planned and booked them a trip to Spain before her latest infidelity had been discovered. We had talked about it, how he was going to go anyway. He’d get flight credit for her ticket but he was definitely still going. A few days before he leaves the States I realize something weird is going on. Things aren’t adding up and he’s definitely being shady with his responses. And then it hits me.
“Who is going to Spain with you?”
He opens the message and doesn’t respond. Cool. When I’ve been left on read for half an hour I figure I have my answer. I’m at my friend’s birthday party trying my best to not be visibly seething.
As we’re leaving the party he finally responds and admits she’s coming with him. I think he only admitted it because he knows I’m not stupid and a lie would’ve been 10x worse. I blow up. He was clearly not planning on telling me. She wanted to go because it was her money too and he couldn’t stop her and blah blah blah. Honestly? I didn’t give a fuck about that. If he told me ahead of time that he couldn’t convince her to stay home, I would’ve said yeah that sounds like her annoying ass. But the hiding made me suspicious that they weren't exactly as separated as he'd been telling me.
We end up debating what a lie is. He says he has never lied to me but it’s obvious there’s been lots of omissions of the truth. I strongly considered waiting until I knew they were about to board the 8 hour flight to send Sara screenshots from the past several months, trapping them next to each other pissed as fuck.
Ugh. I’m too nice. I can’t do it. I tell him to go die and leave it at that. Dakota cuddles me in bed as I’m bawling but he almost immediately falls asleep. Nice. Really making me feel cared for.
This should've been the last straw with Ryan but I just couldn't stay away from him. I had to at least set some boundaries. I said he couldn't see me until he moved out and he couldn't touch me until he was divorced. How long do you think my resolution lasted?
In my defense, he did start trying to get everything in order. Tensions were building in his house as he pressed harder to get her to agree to sign the papers. He started staying in our guest room some nights just to escape her. It was cute watching him and Dakota build a bed together. My two men, both so sexy and so helpful and so nice to me. I could have them both here? What did I do to deserve such bliss? So yeah, I caved. But I thought things were actually changing.
Silly me.
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