As told to Ann DeGrey
My relationship with my partner Harry was the romance I'd been waiting for since I was a lovesick teenager — we had an undeniable chemistry, we were always laughing, always connected. I trusted him with all my heart. Yet, there was always something gnawing at the back of my mind. His work colleague, an attractive woman named Tia, seemed to be too close for comfort.
The first time I felt uneasy was when he started coming home about two hours later than he originally said he'd be home. And there was always an excuse — a project deadline, a late meeting, or a team dinner. But it was the subtle changes in his behaviour that concerned me the most. He was very secretive with his phone, always keeping it on silent and taking calls in another room, or turning the phone away from my view whenever he received a notification. At first, I brushed it off, chalking it up to work matters that didn't concern me. I figured he just didn't want to bother me with boring work matters, and that was fine for a while.
Then there was the time I found a text message from Tia. It was nothing explicit, just a simple "Thank you for last night," with a devil emoji. When I asked him about it, he laughed it off and said it was referring to him helping her with a presentation. I asked him why she sent a devil emoji, and he said it was just an "inside joke." I wanted to believe him, but the seed of doubt had already been planted.
The next incident was the most blatant. I joined Harry at a work dinner; Tia was seated on his other side and I felt that the way they interacted was too familiar. There were way too many lingering glances and they seemed to be in their own world. It was as though Harry had forgotten I was sitting on the other side of him. He barely spoke to me and, when we got home I asked if he was having an affair with Tia. He became very angry, telling me I was paranoid and insecure. He swore that he loved me and that Tia was just a friend and colleague.