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ROB JETTEN

"I want to see them, but I'm busy."

"Busy with what?" at that moment I knocked on the door. They were open, Jesse must've forgotten to close them. About what were they talking? The woman looked at me, and I couldn't help but awkwardly stand there. "Busy fucking whores?"

"Joelin! He's not a whore. How can you - are you not ashamed?!"

"No."

"I can come back if it's not a good time," I quietly said, looking down. I can't believe she called me a whore. I didn't even have sex in a...

Scratch that. I had sex within a closer past.

"It's all right, she was just leaving," Jesse said and glared at her.

"Who are you?" she ignored him and questioned me.

"Rob Jetten, Jesse's..." she interrupted me.

"Jesse's... Friend? Fuck buddy? Doesn't matter," she raised her hand in a lazy manner. Jesse looked at her, almost with a pleading-like face, but she just smirked. "I'm Jesse's wife."

The silence surrounded us. "Oh..." I pathetically said. "I'm going to go... Um, bye Jesse," I turned and left, tears already making themselves known. I made a few steps from the apartment when they started falling. I tried to keep my sobs in by placing a hand over my mouth, knowing they'd be able to hear them.

"Rob! Stop!" Jesse yelled. I walked faster, not wanting to deal with it now. "Rob!" he managed to catch up with me, placing his hand on my arm and successfully stopping me. He turned me around so we were face to face.

I saw his face.

I slapped him right across it.

His head turned to his right, my left, and he gasped. "How could you?" I asked, my voice quiet and quivering. "After nagging me about Sjoerd, telling me he's not good for me... You didn't remember to say that you have a wife? That's fucked up."

"She's hajxhiska..." he mumbled something, it sounded like nonsenses.

"What?

"She's my almost ex," he spoke louder.

"'Almost' being the keyword. Jesse, you have a wife. You cheated on her."

"You cheated on your boyfriend."

"And I regretted it, but you were right, we were in a proper relationship for months, maybe even a year. But you are married. It doesn't take long to divorce, Jesse."

"It's complicated."

"How? You got kids so you battle for custody?" I said half-jokingly. He stayed quiet. "You even have kids?"

"Rob —"

"I don't want to hear it," I said and turned towards the elevator.

"Rob, I'm sorry. Listen —"

"FUCK YOU!" I yelled.

He looked startled and froze.

"Baby, please."

"Don't call me that. I can't believe — I broke up with Sjoerd today, right before I went to you, thinking we — I'm so stupid, gosh. I thought we'd get together when no one was to come between us and then I found out you have a family."

"You broke up with him?" he asked somewhat happy.

"That's what you got out of it?" I asked in disbelief.

"No!" he hurried. "We can still be together. She's practically not my wife."

"You're still married."

"So? You were with Sjoerd when we fucked!"

"How dare you?! I told you I regretted cheating on him!"

"But you still did it again."

"I — I..." I didn't know what to say. He was right, I did it on my own free will. "It still doesn't give you permission to rub that on."

"You can rub the fact that I'm married!"

"Cheating when you're married is worse than when you're just dating!"

"Whatever! Go away!

"I'm going!"

"Good."

"Idiot."

"Shit."

We were throwing insults as I walked away.

"Fag."

"Whore," I froze. I heard him stop breathing for a few seconds. I hurried to the stairs next to the elevator, not wanting to wait for it. I heard him yell my name, followed by 'I'm so sorry, don't leave' but I continued to run downstairs, tears now falling uncontrollable.

I could've sworn I heard him yell in pain and his sobs before I was in a driveway and in my car.

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Published:
23:11 CEST,
13. 05. 2021.