Years ago, I lived in Panama. SHE was my landlady, I drove up to the farm once a month to pay my rent. If I had c ouple of beers I would spend they night. Often I would talk far into the night about local and world politics with Don H, her sixty-year-old common-law husband.
You know how your mind works so fast in an emergency? I woke up one night with a pair of lips on my private parts. I remember thinking “I hope that is not Don H.” It was not it was SHE.
We had a hot, violent affair. One day I expressed my concern about sleeping with Don H’s wife. She replied “That’s OK, he knows.”
Ever have a night of crazy sex and then walk out to the patio to have breakfast with her husband? It was… awkward.
SHE ran off with me to the US after the Invasion. Soon thereafter, and without marrying her, she returned to Don H. We have gotten together and broken it off several times since.
I describe SHE as my ex- becasue it is easier.
So all in all, a typical love affair. Hardly worth mentioning except it has shaped my life ever since.
Does that satisfy everyone?