I just hate to be a good mate of you!

I just hate to be a good mate of you!

The relationship with my girlfriend enriched when I fell in love with her sister. I didn't mean to love her but she was the most perfect woman I have ever seen. And so, these torturous feelings just popped up from the deepness of my soul and nothing can help it. Of course, in the beginning, I tried to hide this disturbing passion but you know - it isn't easy. The trouble turning into Hell when I realized that the sister of my girl had some interest in me too. Maybe she sensed my sympathy to her or she just played devil stuff with me. I really don't know.

Next summer my deeply love feeling drove me into uncontrolled madness and I got the situation what to do next. I knew I had to share that dramedy with my girlfriend because I wasn't that kind of playboy and trickster. But I didn't dare to cross that step until my state getting worse. I mean I started to think about suicide and something. Real Hell, I tell you! That gorgeous girl just won't leave me. When I stood alone, she appeared out of somewhere, just like a ghost, and we got into this conversation of how she loves me and anything like that. I didn't want to dump my girlfriend, she was good with me, like nobody else, and I felt she was the perfect mate for my whole life.

So, it came that one day I called her and with a really trembling voice I described my deadly feelings. She listened to me and full shock laying on her face. After my confession, we stood in full silence. The pale girl turned to me and said with tears in her eyes: 'I don't have a sister!'

Next month I spend my days in serious thinking about I'm a complete mad man. Sometimes so-called sister came to me and talk to me and I tried not to answer her. It was hard for me because she was good in conversation. But she was not real and that was the only thing I knew. In the other hand me and my girl getting close together. We tried to spend precious time hand in hand looking the same as a perfect couple. When she was around me the ghost didn't show up. My girl changed completely. She became more careful with me and started to dress nicer and her outlook - you know all that beauty secrets. I didn't even know she would able to keep that appearance. Suddenly I realized that she competed with that imaginary sister of her. She tried to impress me which was the sweetest thing in my life.

After a year the ghost stopped to visit me. And I married my girlfriend and we lived the life of a perfect married couple. Of course, I didn't stop to think about that sister but I didn't share that with my wife. It was hard to stop thinking about the gorgeous ghost. And it was strange that someday I found in my wife's Facebook a profile of a girl. The first moment I refused to admit that she was the imaginary sister but after a couple of weeks I had taken the bitter bait.

My wife serves as a social worker and sometime she travelled to other countries. One of her absence of home I took a trip to the Dallas where her Facebook friend lived on. I just had to be sure that the woman from the FB was the same ghostly figure of my not so long past. I had arrived in Dallas and found the street she lived with her family of three children and a decent husband. I thank Lord that she was alone. The first time she noticed me at the door she draws herself backwards and her eyes were the eyes of the most shocked person. It was quite an unpleasant surprise.

After she had taken easy, we sat together in the dining room and we took a long conversation. She admitted everything about the good friendship with my then-girlfriend and that strange contraction of them. My girl had serious doubts about our relationship and pleased her friend to help her. We know how this Dallas woman helped us.

They tricked me really bad and I felt terrible - a pity foolish guy. But the friend of my wife assured me that if the ghost didn't appear in my life the things would be different. Maybe now I wouldn't be a happy married man. And I realized all that and the word 'thanks' just dropped out of my trembling mouth. And got up from the chair and made my way out of this house. But the woman stopped me and said 'one miserable thanks don't get enough'. 'What can I do', I answered her.

And then we started a new conversation. The Dallas woman had a serious family problem. She thought her husband lost that lovin' feeling and now they were just... mates. I'm not so hole-in-the-head and I smelt the reek. My hand just nearly touches the lock of the door, I can't wait get out of this painful situation. But the housewife stopped me again - a very stubborn person - and said to me that I would not leave the house until I heard the whole truth. And the truth was my wife wanted to dump me real savage then. And her good friend of Dallas tried to discourage her but she was so determent. And what can she do - the Dallas girl turned into a ghost and took that game; you know it very well. Even she didn't figure how the ghost story would help but it worked.

And now I was a debtor to this great actress and savior and what could I do. She companied me to the ceiling where there was a little room - very nice for someone who wants to hide outside the dangerous world. We had the same room in my place. And I laid on the little bed because I had felt a few dizzy - the last news didn't work so well. And the woman said she will leave me for a while her husband's going to be at home any minute. But before she left the room, she asked me could she tell her man that she had mat his brother. The dizziness came to me with greater power and I sensed where the things going on. And I couldn't answer, just babbled fast my wife would miss me. And the Dallas woman smiled at me and said calmly:

"Don't worry she knows you are here and she is a debtor to me, too."

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