K
So this one is a doozy. I started seeing her about 4 years ago, through CL of course, and we hung out probably 2-3 times a month for about 6 months. At the time, she was working in an unnamed service industry, and had been at her company for about 11 years, and was doing OK financially. She mostly wanted to have an ongoing relationship with someone for financial purposes in order to have some fun while keeping an artificial distance, because she had a lot of bad luck dating and still wanted to get laid.
About 6 months in, I was having a lot of problems with my assistant at work, and made a joke to her about maybe I should just hire you as my assistant. We both laughed, but she got fired from her job about 6 weeks later (right around the time I had to fire my assistant), and so I put the wheels in motion.
I concocted some story about she was referred to me from a friend, blah blah blah, and sent her through HR for an initial interview. She came through with flying colors, and they suggested she'd be a perfect replacement for the assistant that I let go. Best part about it was making HR think it was their idea.
So let me lay out the potential pitfalls...
1) She had a pretty flexible schedule, and generally we would fuck at her place during the day on days she had off. That was no longer possible, because she was at work 9-5ish every day and her roommate was home at night.
2) In theory, because I have a corporate job, she had me by the balls.
3) When my family came into the city to see the tree for the holidays, they all got to meet her, and they all really liked her (and she really liked my wife also).
4) What happens if she doesn't do a good job?
And of course there are many other issues.
So she started working for me on November 1st of that year, and she was doing a very good job, but she was also never really available for me to fuck.
I got a room one night in midtown the following February because we had only been together probably twice since she started working for me and I was still paying her credit cards monthly. I was "behind" in the deal, and needed to square up.
So on that fateful night, we met at the hotel, we split a bottle of champagne, had some great sex, and she went home. (2 hours later, I went to dinner with C (who I will talk about later) and then had sex with her also in the same bed (both BB of course)) and then had a great nights sleep.
(note how I'm very careful how I use my parens)
So about a month later, I'm on the train on my way into the city, and my phone rings. It is K. She says, blah blah blah do you know what day it was when we hung out in the city that night? I ask why (although my heart had already started to pound). She says that she thinks someone saw her there that night and she wanted to check the dates. I know that the only time anyone calls to check a date is because they are late.
FUCK!!!
Of course she told me that she couldn't get pregnant. And I think she meant it (she had some female medical problems and thought she was sterile). But there it was. Miracle baby.
So of course I confronted her about what she was going to do. And she said she was going to take care of it. I wanted to go, but she didn't want me to. I had been through it a couple of times before and thought that the support would be useful, but she wanted to go it alone.
So she got the abortion (covered of course by my company's health insurance), and all was well. Or was it?
For reasons I'm not going to get into here because they are specific and complicated, she had some issues after the abortion and it ballooned into a larger health issue which ultimately affected her job performance and about 3 months later, my boss, who was convinced that K was on drugs, told me to fire her.
I spent that summer doing the dance. With her, with HR, with everyone. I got her a pretty generous separation agreement (which worked out to about 9 months worth of pay and a year of health insurance) all while hoping that my world didn't come to a crashing halt.
She was loyal to me throughout the process, and we are still friends to this day. She doesn't blame me for what has happened, and has always been appreciative the way I made the best out of a bad situation. My wife still asks about her periodically, and I check in here and there just so I know what is going on with her.
I'm completely crazy, I know. But that's what this section is about. Therapy.
