At the Bar [contemporary Love Story]
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 8
The woman then turns her attention away from me, where she looks at her husband, who was trying to get her attention. He holds out a shot glass to her. Seems he got three shot, one for her, one for him ... and one for his friend.
Even I know how cringe that is. She probably was thinking it was going to be the two of them on Valentine’s. After looking at her face, I can see that annoyed emotion all over her face.
Grabbing my drink, I get up and walk outside to the patio. A pang of pain runs over me as I do this because those three shots bring back a painful memory of my own. When basically the same thing happened to me.
It was my birthday, the last birthday I had when I was still married. My wife took me out for my birthday, which I was really excited about as she never did that. Then I found it was to meet up with her friends and had nothing to do with my birthday. This included the white trash she would run off with. During that night, I purchased a shot for the two of us, but so did her white trash. She made a point of shooting his drink and cheering with him, then shooting mine fast, not even bothering wanting to do it with me. She didn’t even look at me.
At times I feel bad for calling my ex-wife out on the crap things she did when we were trying to work things out. It makes me feel that I was being mean or too harsh. But then I remember things like the shot glass and think I wasn’t being harsh enough. Not sure why on earth I thought I could save that marriage when she didn’t care about me at all.
Knowing how vulnerable I am at the moment; I walk to the patio to get away from looking at that perfect creature. The more I look at her, the more I feel those weird feelings. Feelings of wanting to actually do something to make her mine. To ease myself in her life and save her. After all, why don’t I deserve someone that perfect?
I’m surprised to find that there is no one else outside. Probably because it’s rather cold out here. The loving couples probably want to be huddled in the warm bar then trembling in the freezing cold. But as hot as I’m feeling, the freezing cold feels good.
I find that I’m able to look through the glass patio door and see the bar without anyone noticing. There I’m able to see her ... and the crying man. Her expression has now changed from the sweet smile she had to an annoyed expression for her husband. I’m not a mind reader but she is NOT wanting to have a friend’s night, rather a husband’s friend night. From the way they interact the guy is the husband’s work friend and not her friend.
It’s pretty clear to see that the crying man isn’t letting his friend leave. I can’t hear the conversation, but the guy has made a few moves to walk off, but the husband keeps pulling him back into the conversation. The crying man is using him as a buffer so he doesn’t have to deal with the situation of not getting anything for her.
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