Twice tricked into being a third person

The first involves a friend I spent my elementary years with. We meet again after many years apart. He actively contacted me and I thought it was fate. After talking and sharing, he said he loved me and I believed. I vividly remember the difficult days I spent with that person, remember when they cried begging me not to leave, begging me to wait for them to fulfill their dream and then return to Vietnam to marry me.

I waited for two years, then one fateful morning, still using the familiar social network nick, but on the other end of the line was a woman’s voice answering the phone, asking who I was and why I was texting her husband. I was dumbfounded, frantically trying to contact that person, but got only silence. In the last text he said he was sorry and never loved me. I can’t remember how much I cried, what crazy things I thought. Then, by miracle, I overcame, leaving the past behind and moving on.

>> I’ve been the third person for many years and still can’t get rid of it

The second time happened today. We met through a friend’s introduction. I, with lessons from the past, am more reserved and skeptical. Maybe I’m too stupid or he’s too knowledgeable, but little by little he makes me open and accept. He said he loved me very much, that I was the source of his life. I believed, my faith seemed to be strengthened because he persisted in persuasion when my family objected. Three years together, going through many ups and downs, my family finally accepted.

We plan for the future together, talk about family life and children. I think happiness smiled on me. Then another fateful call, the same phone number, but a woman’s voice. She also asked who I was and why I was texting her husband. I was dumbfounded, I don’t remember what was in my mind when she sent me the text of the couple’s text. In it, he called me his mistress and said he would never leave his wife and children for his lover. My eyes are blurred but I can’t cry. I called him, the last thing he said sorry and nothing to explain.

>> I am a third person without a title

Now sitting and writing these lines, I have tears in my eyes. Why is life playing tricks on me? From the hurt, I stood up to move on. But the next thing I got was another, deeper wound. If this is cause and effect, I probably did a lot of karma in my previous life. Who can understand the hurt I am suffering? It hurts but I can’t cry.

Quyen

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