My Jealous Heart

WAS I BEING UNREASONABLE?

Nothing actually happened… oh but it did….

Chrissy made a habit of making a play for other people’s husbands…… or boyfriends. She wasn’t actually interested in them, or only in so far as she reckoned she could give them something their wife or girlfriend couldn’t and she certainly seemed to enjoy the chase.

ONLY HOLDING HANDS

Right now I was watching her stroll across the dimly lit dance floor, holding my husband’s hand…

Knowing she wasn’t really interested in him and that she was just playing didn’t help me at all. I watched her look into my husband’s eyes, as if he was the most fascinating person that ever existed, and he was clearly besotted. He had spoken to me about her before in an admiring tone. Frequently. She was attractive certainly… far more so than me, or at least I believed so at that time. There was no question that my self esteem was in the toilet. Do you know something though? I didn’t care so much that they held hands..but I cared they were.. oblivious to me, and the fact I was made to witness it. I guess it was probably pretty harmless, but I did NOT WANT to see!

DISREGARD

Chrissy was a feisty redhead… with fine features, alabaster skin and a chronic chain smoking habit. There wasn’t a man in our group of friends that wasn’t…