Those were the days of our lives

We used to be happy, and carefree, and trusting.

I didn't know any better.

He had said that I had AGREED to the presence of all those girls.

In my defence, I had agreed to & accepted his past (because we all had one).

I had agreed and understood that he had had friends and romantic interests THAT REMAINED IN THE PAST. We all do, and we have LEFT THEM ALL IN THE PAST.

Unfortunately, they have all encroached into my present, 

and into my private domain I shared with my lawfully wedded husband. 

There was no line that he/ they had drawn between "wife", "romantic interest", "past romantic interest", "present romantic interest", "friendship", and "acquaintance". 

He was friendly and helpful to everybody. 

The words he had used with them and with me, especially with Aiza & Che Na, were indistinguishable. He had loved them, still do probably. Never will they be forgotten, Like nothing has changed. His past and present blurred. He had loved everybody as he had, and I happened to appear out of nowhere. 

To me I was the 'interferer'. I should not have wooed him. I should have minded my own bloody business. His life was fine the way it was. He did not need a wife. I was probably the one at fault, introducing the idea to him and then asking him to marry me. All these were unnecessary. 

I actually did not need him either. 

I was fine on my own, like I will be from now on. 

Now, let me clean up the mess I made.