I met a girl ... at a store, in a ski resort, I was dumbstruck when I saw her, anyways I wanted to buy something but wasn't sure if i wanted to get it, so

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I met a girl … at a store, in a ski resort, I was dumbstruck when I saw her, anyways I wanted to buy something but wasn’t sure if i wanted to get it, so I asked her to set it aside for me for the next day if possible, the whole interaction though was very sweet and friendly, not very shop like

I came the next day and saw her, told her i’ll take the item, at the cash register their were people ahead of me, and she was clearing their stuff, at that time i was standing at the end of the counter, looking at her, dumbstruck, just admiring her, she noticed, looked at me and smiled, then she started talking to me and asking about my day, while still clearing other people’s stuff, and we ended up talking a lot, about so many things, from the typical where are you from, to hello kitty (there were a couple of hello kitty toys randomly glued on the keyboard and barcode scanner)

It felt really nice, it was more than just her being customer pleasant, I really felt it was genuine and there was a connection, I asked her out, she said that she has a boyfriend, and I told her it would be just as friends, gentleman’s promise (it was true) but she declined

After a couple of days, she was still in my mind, I know as men we obsess sometimes about one girl, even one which we don’t know too well, a strong crush let’s say, but I really wanted to see her

I went again to the store with the intention of asking her out again, more persistent than pushy, cause I really felt there was something, and I had my doubts that she only said no for whatever “girly” reason, so I went in the excuse of wanting to buy something else (which i actually did want to buy), again we started chatting, about many things, and it was even nicer than last time

Then I gave her a little chocolate egg of Hello Kitty, which has a Hello Kitty toy inside, the same she had on the keyboard

We spoke some more and I asked her out again, I told her how I realize that she lives in a place where people come and go, and a lot of them guys looking for some “fun” but promised her it wasn’t like that, just talking, just friends, like we talk in the shop, but outside, she still insisted on not doing so, and told me she has a boyfriend of 7 years

I probably can’t tell if the boyfriend thing was true or just a blow off, but I really felt we clicked, the kinda of click that you know is not just you

It’s painful

New Confession

The rain fell steadily outside, blurring the windows of the small apartment where Artemis stood, rigid and silent. Luna sat across from him, her eyes swollen, her fur matted from tears. Between them was a canyon of betrayal that no words seemed able to cross.

“You lied to me for months,” Artemis said finally, his voice low and shaking. “You let me hold you, sleep beside you, while you carried someone else’s child. While I treated your illness like it was some mystery flu.”

Luna shrank under his gaze. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, Artemis.”

“But it did,” he growled. “And now I have to get tested, again. I have to explain to Diana why I moved out. Why you’re having a kitten that isn’t hers. That isn’t ours.”

She couldn’t meet his eyes. “I thought we were drifting apart. I was lonely. You were so focused on Diana, on being perfect. I felt invisible.”

“I was being a father,” Artemis snapped. “To our daughter.”

“And I felt like nothing more than the kitten-sitter when you weren’t home!” Luna’s voice cracked. “He was just… there. And I made the worst mistake of my life.”

Artemis stared at her, the silence afterward more painful than shouting could have been. “And the STD?” he asked, colder now.

She flinched. “He didn’t tell me. I didn’t know.”

“But you knew before I did,” Artemis said. “And you still let me—” He stopped, disgusted. “I can’t stay here.”

He turned and left, the door shutting behind him with a thud that echoed through the stillness.

—

A few days later, Diana came to visit. She sat stiffly on Luna’s couch, her arms crossed, lips thin with disappointment.

“You said you loved Dad,” she said.

“I do,” Luna replied. “I always did.”

“Then why?”

Luna looked down at the floor, at her paws that had done so much wrong. “Because I was weak. And I thought love was about being chosen, every day. I didn’t realize I had to choose it too—even on the lonely days.”

Diana didn’t respond, only glanced at the nursery door. A faint whimper echoed from inside.

“You have a half-sister,” Luna said quietly. “Not the baby. Someone else. Before you were born, I had a kitten I gave up. I never told anyone. I thought I could start over with you and your father. I thought I could be new.”

Diana stood up slowly. “You didn’t need to be new, Mom. You just needed to be honest.”

Luna reached out but didn’t touch her. “Are you going back to him?”

“I live with Dad now,” Diana said. “He didn’t lie to me. He didn’t break us.”

She walked to the door, hesitating before opening it.

“Why couldn’t it be like it used to?” she asked without turning around.

Luna’s voice came after a long silence, almost inaudible. “Because I broke what we had… and I can’t unbreak it.”

Diana left. And Luna sat alone, listening to the quiet cry of a kitten who hadn’t asked to be born into the ruins of something once whole.

Related Confessions

I got mad at my boyfriend for talking to other girls in front of me, while I sat on his best friends lap. I feel like a hypocrite but at the same time I feel valid. My boyfriend asked me to do this, to play this role with his friend. My boyfriend and I are not supposed to be seen together in front of certain friends of his, and at this party I had to pretend to be his best friends girl so that no other guy would try to hit on me. Okay, so I played along and was now the girlfriend of his best friend. I did not tell him to flirt with other ladies right in front of me, or to dance with them. So I’m feeling petty, mad, and his friend is buying me drink after drink. I’m upset that I can’t be on my boyfriend so I start milking it with the friend, my ‘boyfriend’ of the night. I hold on his waist, I sit on his lap, to other couples that we talk to ‘we’re going to try for a child this year’, like we’re playing the part to a T, he’s feeling on me, were dancing naughty on the floor. I’ve never danced with anyone like that and I had a really good time with him because he looked after me so well. He didn’t even let me go to the bathroom alone, he’d wait by the door. He was so sweet. But I was so upset at my boyfriend for not even like trying to come say hi, check on me or anything. He was too busy with other ladies. By the end of the night, I was pretty toasty. I don’t even remember going to the last bar, but I remember being there again on his friends lap. He’d just hold me and talk to me while my boyfriend was again, talking to another girl. I told my ‘boyfriend of the night’ how upset it made me, and how I didn’t want to put up with it. Maybe I said a little much.. and I kind of regret it. I didn’t and wouldn’t kiss the friend, I would not sleep with the friend. But my boyfriend said ‘i’m not upset, but if I was not there i’m sure things would have escalated between the two of you’. Which I kind of took offense to because I was doing what he told me to! I’ve only been with two guys and him! Three total, I don’t sleep around! and he has the nerve to say that. I don’t know. I’m upset, but I also feel like a hypocrite. Maybe I milked it too hard by dancing with the friend, by holding his thigh while we sat together. UGH I get flustered just thinking about it! But he made me feel safe and like I could do those things without anything more happening! He was kind and didn’t push any limits. There was no risk between us. But I did have a good time. I am debating on whether or not to message the friend (get this, the friend and I are connected on social media but my own bf won’t unblock me because he can’t risk people knowing about us because hes married..) ANYWAY I was debating on whether or not to message the friend and just thank him for the night. and also apologize for.. getting a little sloppy and handsy.. I hold my face in embarrassment just thinking about it.
I asked my bf after that night if he was upset with me, and he say’s ‘Nah I really don’t care, just s*** me off’. . .
I’m so … stupid.

So after writing this, I messaged the friend. I apologized for getting handsy and thanked him for the fun night. He said he had a GREAT time with me and that I should be brought out to dance more. (I never get taken out to dance.) The realization of all of this is making me cry lol.. I’m feeling even more conflicted than I was ten minutes ago. . . Well time to go back to work in the office now.