Today, I had the most unfortunate experience of riding in a bus with a “mistress”.
I was sitting comfortably when a lady and her friend boarded the same bus. I was ogling at the lady’s bag because it was so nice. I looked at her carefully curled hair and thought she looked pretty. The lady and the friend chose to sit opposite the chair where I was seated. We were sitting face to face so I was able to see her perfectly well.
She then went on with her jolly blabber. I am not the type who eavesdrop but their topic caught my attention. She was telling her friend about her constant communication with a supposedly “ex” who is now MARRIED. She was so proud to share that this guy is still calling her regularly. She claims that he tells him he misses her and that he still thinks about her. She arrogantly told her friend that they still have this “connection”. According to her, she already challenged the guy by asking him what he wants to do with their situation. Apparently, the real question that she wanted to convey was: are you ready to leave your wife for me?
I sooooo wanted to grab her bag and rescue the poor thing from her clutches. I looked at her again and decided she wasn’t pretty after all. I reminded myself to get my vision checked. I wanted to kick the friend just to see if she’s really listening. If she was, then she must have not understood what the lady was saying. Surely, you’re not a friend if you can’t say “Hey, stop! You know, that’s not right”.
I fought the urge to do this and simply stay glued in my chair. I was just… speechless. Well, I really cannot talk to them though. I realized I wasn’t part of their conversation. I know I am no saint. I am not perfect and have my flaws here and there. But I wanted badly to tell the lady EVERYTHING about what she said is just WRONG, so WRONG!
No one deserves to be hurt by irresponsible choices. She can opt to get herself out of that mess if she wills to do so. At the end of the day, you get to choose who you become. I feel sad for her and pray that she may find the strength and courage to do what’s right. I hope that the next time I see her; I will no longer think of her as just the “mistress in the bus”. Maybe by then I can ask her where she bought her bag.
