DeniseWilliams

THE STRANGER IN MEXICO GAVE ME PEACE…AND I DIDN’T EXPECT IT 👀🌊
PART 3

My mind leading up to that one-night stand was all over the place.

Even after walking along the beach with him, talking underneath the stars and feeling all that chemistry, I still wasn’t sure if I was really about to do this.

I kept thinking, “Denise, you can turn around right now. You can go back to your room and let this be nothing more than a conversation.”

One part of me was thinking about the consequences.

Another part of me was exhausted from feeling invisible.

And if I’m being completely truthful, a part of me wanted revenge.

I remember thinking, damn… my husband has left me to bleed emotionally for years.

The vacations he ruined.
The rejection.
The way he treated me day to day.
All the times I felt like I was begging my own husband to treat me like his wife.

That wasn’t even like me, but I was hurt enough to think, I want you to feel some of what I’ve been feeling.

I was standing there with all of that running through my head. The hurt. The anger. The part of me that knew I could still walk away, and the part of me that was tired of always being the one who walked away from what I wanted.

We kept talking, standing close, and the chemistry was getting harder to ignore.

Then he moved closer.

And when his hands went around my waist, something in me just let go.

My body relaxed before my mind could catch up.

It felt like I had been holding my breath for years and finally exhaled.

I remember thinking, “Oh sh*t… I’m really doing this.”

But I didn’t pull away.

I leaned into him.

His cologne.
His skin.
His smile.
The way he looked at me.

Everything suddenly felt louder.

I remember him looking at me genuinely confused and saying,

“Damn, your husband fumbled you. How could he just leave you like this?”

And the crazy part is, I didn’t have an answer.

I still don’t.

A complete stranger was confused by the same thing I had spent years trying to understand.

Then he leaned into me and whispered,

“You feel so good.”

And girl…

That did something to me.

Because I had spent years wanting to feel wanted by my own husband.

Years dealing with rejection.

Years wondering why my own husband didn’t want me.

And in that moment I remember thinking, I’m about to take advantage of this whole moment.

And because I overthink everything, before anything went further, this man pulled up his MyChart and showed me his test results. 😩

I was looking at the dates, the results, everything.

And yes, I even did my own little visual inspection because apparently I was still trying to make a responsible decision in the middle of doing something completely out of character.

Did that make sleeping with a stranger in Mexico completely safe?

Absolutely not.

But in my mind, I had checked enough boxes.

Then I did something that even now sounds crazy to say.

I whispered in his ear,

“Can you just tell me you love me?”

He went along with it.

In the middle of that moment, he leaned into my ear and whispered,

“I love you.”

I knew it wasn’t true.

This man did not love me.

But the second he said it, the whole moment took over.

There was so much chemistry, so much emotion and so much of something I still can’t fully explain.

Maybe it sounds silly, but a part of me needed to hear those words.

I needed somebody to hold me, desire me and make me feel like they were making love to me, not just having s*x with me.

For a few hours, I almost forgot my husband’s name.

I wasn’t the rejected wife wondering what was wrong with me.

I felt beautiful.

I felt wanted.

I felt like a woman again.

Looking back, I know this man didn’t save me.

And revenge definitely didn’t heal me.

It wasn’t salvation.

It wasn’t forever.

It was escape.

But when you’ve been hurting long enough, sometimes escape feels exactly like peace.

And that night, the stranger in Mexico gave me peace.

THE PILLOW BETWEEN US 💔

Let me give y’all a little more context about this trip.

Before we even reached the resort, I already felt like, “This is about to be some bullsh*t.” I knew exactly what time he was on.

My husband could hold a grudge, so he was probably still upset about an argument we had before the trip. Instead of communicating with me, he would punish me with the silent treatment.

At the airport, he purposely ignored me. He stood off to the side, acted irritated by my presence and moved as if he didn’t even want anyone to know we were together. That treatment continued throughout the transportation ride to the resort.

In my mind, I was thinking, “Oh, he’s acting like this because he doesn’t want to get close to me.”

By this point in our marriage, I was already accustomed to how he behaved on vacations. I knew how he would create distance, shut me out and make the entire trip uncomfortable. I couldn’t prove why he was doing it, but I already knew the pattern.

I felt embarrassed because my family had sacrificed so much to make this trip possible.

My brother is a very busy man, but he delayed his own trip out of the country for a day so he could watch our kids until my mother arrived. My mom took time off work and flew into town to take over so my husband and I could travel together.

My family believed it was important for us to have time alone and reconnect as a married couple. They rearranged their own plans to support our marriage, and he barely acknowledged their sacrifice or even thanked them.

Here I was putting in all this effort. My family was putting in all this effort. And the man I was married to was walking around acting like he couldn’t stand me.

When we arrived, I believe we were staying in a honeymoon suite. That first night, we got into bed, and this man placed a pillow between us so our bodies wouldn’t touch.

A whole pillow.

We were on a couples’ trip, sleeping in a honeymoon suite, and my own husband created a physical barrier between us.

That pillow said everything his silent treatment refused to say out loud.

PART THREE: THE MAN ON THE GOLF CART 👀🔥

After being ignored at the club again, I decided to leave and go back to the room alone.

Now let me paint the full picture. I had on this fitted, metallic bronze, one-shoulder dress that hugged every curve. Whether my husband noticed me or not, I knew I looked good that night. 😮‍💨

I got on one of the transportation carts the resort used to take guests back to their rooms. Sitting in the row in front of me was this tall, fine-ass Black man.

Girl…when I tell you that man smelled good. His cologne had my hormones jumping. I was completely caught off guard.

Normally, married me wouldn’t even look at another man.

But that night, something in me said, “Oh, I’m looking today.” 👀

We started talking and immediately clicked. He had come to the resort with some friends, but at that moment, he was alone and so was I.

Eventually, he asked, “Do you want to hang out?”

And in my mind, I said, “F**k it. Let’s do it.”

I told him about the horrible vacation I had been having. I told him how my husband had ignored me, left me alone and how I had just discovered more women in his phone.

He didn’t interrupt me or make me feel like I was talking too much. He simply listened.

We were already on day five or six when I realized I hadn’t even walked on the beach.

Imagine traveling all the way to a beautiful resort in Mexico and never touching the sand because you spent most of the trip being ignored, crying and hiding your pain from everyone else.

He looked at me and asked, “Do you want to walk on the beach?”

I said, “Sure.”

So we walked down to the beach together. He reached for my hand, held it and walked beside me while we looked up at the stars.

Girl, it was romantic as hell.

The night just kept going. We stood underneath the stars, watched the waves crash into the ocean and had these deep, meaningful conversations about life. It was crazy how natural everything felt with someone I had just met.

The whole vibe caught me off guard.

He was tall, well-dressed, smelled amazing and carried himself like a put-together Black man. But what pulled me in wasn’t only how fine he was.

It was the conversation.

The tenderness.

The attention.

The feeling of someone actually wanting to experience a moment with me.

While we walked underneath those stars, something inside of me came alive.

In one night, a complete stranger gave me a glimpse of the affection and connection I had been craving from my husband for years.

That night didn’t create the emptiness inside me.

It revealed just how long I had been living with it.

And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel invisible. 👀💔🔥🥀

As the night came to an end, everything around the resort started closing. He looked at me and said, “Do you want to come back to my room? We can just chill and keep talking.”

He didn’t pressure me. The decision was completely mine.

I knew exactly what going back to his room could lead to.

But after everything I had experienced, something in me said, “F**k it.”

So I went back to his room. 👀🔥🥀

To be continued…

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Young ladies, do it in order. On purpose. You'll thank yourself later.

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