A little while ago, I got a knock on the door. I answered the door, and a grim-faced guy introduced himself as Amy's fiancé.
I've been dating Amy since August of 2003, so my jaw dropped.
He went on to hand me a receipt and thanked me for being such a nice landlord to her, for helping her with a minor car repair recently, and watching her cat while she was on vacation. He continued to say stuff for several minutes, while my mouth was hanging open in shock.
Then I asked him if he was joking.
I told him that Amy and I had been dating since 2003, and I asked her to marry me last January. She turned me down in February and moved out, but we got back together in March. He told me that he had been dating Amy since 2005 and that they got engaged last year. Their new house is nearly finished and they are preparing to move soon. They have been living together since last February, which is when she moved out of my place.
He also knew some other details, like where she is going to college, the name of her cat that died in '09, stuff like that. Still in shock, feeling insanely rational, I commented that if what he was telling me was true, than she has been lying to both of us for the last five years. Especially 2007-2009, when she was living with me. We exchanged numbers, and he asked me to hold off calling her for a while, so he could go home and try to get her to volunteer the truth. My neighbor from the apartment next door got home from work early in our conversation, so he overheard the part about this guy being her fiancé, so as soon as the guy left, he came over with a beer for me and offered to talk. We talked for a couple of hours, and then I suddenly felt hot and sick... no, it wasn't the beer, I only drank half of it, and I'm far from a lightweight.
I tried to call Amy just now, but she didn't answer. I texted her to say that I met Craig and we had an interesting talk.
I still feel stunned, but I also feel sick to my stomach. This is a massive betrayal, if true.
As I told my neighbor, Craig's story didn't make sense in one important respect. Why would he drive at all the way over here from Minneapolis just to give an ex-landlord a receipt? I think that he got suspicious and snooped either her text messages or emails, then came over here to find out who I was. But it's possible that he is a stalker who rifled her purse or something.
No, he's probably more or less honest about this situation. There were odd things about Amy, like the way that I never got to know her friends or family very well, and had only seen one of her friends in the last few years. Or the way that she was always busy with family around the holidays, or the way she always seemed to end up picking up a work shift on Valentine's Day night.
I guess that I'm just a fool.
When the reality sinks in, I'm going to crash hard. I tend to lose a pound a day when I'm depressed, due to extreme loss of appetite. I won't sleep well either, and then there will be the anger. For several years now, I've been giving her five hundred a month in cash to help her out with credit card bills.