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My Trip to Mexico has Healed my Broken Heart - A Journey to Remember Part 1

My Trip to Mexico has Healed my Broken Heart - A Journey to Remember Part 1

Holidays were always something I looked forward to. That was not the case this time. I suddenly felt isolated as I sat in my bedroom preparing my suitcase.

I arranged a vacation for me and my girlfriend about a month ago. We had often spoken about coming to Mexico and relaxing on a gorgeous white sandy beach while drinking drinks. That's when everything went wrong.

I went to her office in Leeds to surprise her with flowers and news of the trip, but it was I who was surprised. I took the elevator on the fifth level, proceeded down the corridor to her office, and was about to knock when I heard her moaning in delight. What was she up to? Was she doing anything risqué at work? The office was vacant anyway, and I knew she had a strong drive in pleasure.

I opened the door carefully, wondering what I was going to see her do to herself, but I had no idea what I was about to see. She sat at her desk, her eyes tightly clenched, her legs wide open, with her intern's head wedged between them. That guy was crushing on her. Right in front of me, that young 18-year-old was nibbling my girlfriend's private part.

When she opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway, I was about to say something.

"Oh God," she mumbled.

I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare at her as she tried to shove the guy away from her. He saw me standing there, observing them when he finally got the message and broke away from her.

"Hey, do you mind leaving and giving us some privacy?" he said.

"You want me to give you privacy while some guy is munching out my girlfriend? Are you kidding?"

The child was at a loss for words. He plainly had no idea who I was, and it's possible he had no idea she had a partner at all.

"Your girlfr..." he stopped off, staring at both me and Jane. He stood up and raised his hands in surrender. "Hey buddy, I had no idea... I mean, she never informed me she had a..."

"Get out of here now before I throw you," I said.

He looked at Jane, hoping she'd step in, but all she could do was gaze down, trying to straighten her clothes. He swiftly departed, clearly terrified of me.

"So this is why you're late home? Five years together, and this is what I get?" I asked my girlfriend.

Jane appeared as if she were about to burst into tears. "Please, Chris, allow me to explain."

"You know what, I'm not interested in hearing it."

I turned around and left her office. I passed the intern on my way out but didn't say anything; there was no purpose in threatening the boy. He clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into.

I didn't want to leave right away. I knew I shouldn't be driving upset, but I didn't know what else to do; I just wanted to drive quickly and listen to music for a while. I chose to leave town and go across the winding lanes of the Yorkshire Dales.

The drive didn't take long, only a few kilometers until I realized there were too many cars on the road to drive safely. I wanted to put my foot down and drive my car into the tight turns, but it wasn't going to happen. Option two was to go home and get drunk and stoned.

I returned home in twenty minutes and was surprised that Jane wasn't already there. But that was a good thing since it would allow me time to try to digest things.

I wasn't angry or irritated; I just felt numb. I went inside after parking the car on the driveway and left my jacket and briefcase in the boot.

I headed straight to the office bar I'd built. It wasn't a large house, but it was nicely furnished and had lofty ceilings. My bar was stocked with some of my favorite beverages, but I wasn't going to waste them tonight. I didn't need an 18-year-old whisky, just something to calm me down. I rolled a cigarette and drank a substantial amount of vodka tonic.

I didn't want the house to smell like it, so I carried both of these out to my back patio; my neighbors had smelt it a number of times and weren't upset by it.

It was my place. Jane spent most evenings with me, only visiting her apartment in Leeds a few times per week. I was relieved that she had never truly settled in. This would be much more difficult if she had.

I smoked my cigarette and drank swiftly, feeling not much better but more desensitized and stoned. I went through each room, gathering her belongings and placing them in a black garbage bag as I went. I wanted her and her belongings out of my life right now. I didn't like dragging things out.

Jane arrived about 9 in the evening with takeout, which smelled Chinese and was my favorite. She found that all of her belongings from the house had gone missing and had been put into bags that had been left for her by the door.

"Can we talk, Chris?" she asked cautiously.

"You can talk all you want, but I'm not listening," I said as I came in from the garden.

"Please, we need to talk about this."

"No, we don't; we're just over; your belongings are in the bags by the door; leave your key and go."

"OK, I'll go back to my place now; I'll come over in a couple of days, and we can discuss when things have calmed down a little."

"Don't bother. I've made up my mind, and we're done. I don't want to see you, hear from you, or have little to do with you. I don't care if this is the first time, the first guy, or whatever. I'm totally not interested." But first, let me explain why I stopped by your office. I just planned a trip to Mexico for us for the end of July."

"What do you mean for...?"

"She inquired hesitantly.

"Of course, for my birthday and our anniversary."

"Please, I love you." I know you don't believe it right now, but I do. "I simply made a stupid mistake."

"I love you as well, but it makes no difference, and to be honest, I wish I didn't." "We're done."

After finishing the discussion, I went back to my office, made another drink, and returned to the garden. As she detached my key from hers and placed it on the counter, I could hear her sob. I wasn't looking at her as she walked away, but I heard her slam the door. I reclined back in my chair, sipping my drink but feeling down.

For the next two days, I called in sick. I couldn't take going to work, and I'd been working overtime nearly every week for the previous six months. Jane had called me several times in the first two days, but I never answered or checked my voicemails. I simply didn't want to hear from her.

I realized I needed a long vacation. I considered cancelling the vacation, but why should I have to suffer? I resolved to go anyhow, but this time I would travel alone.

I decided to bring it a step further and schedule more time off work. Because April and May are generally slow months for my company, I called my supervisor and explained the issue. She understood and granted me the time off. I had a lot of vacation days to use up, including ten from the previous year. I felt grateful to her; she was a pleasure to work for.

Knowing I had so much time off work initially scared me. So much time without Jane, so little time to accomplish anything around the house. Suddenly, I realized that this was a very bad idea.

I moped around the home for the first several days, not bothering to get dressed, watching daytime television, and lying on the couch all day. It hit me all at once. I didn't need a girlfriend or anyone else to do what I was going to do. I had lived on the outskirts of Leeds for years and had never really loved the Dales other than as a place to breach the speed limit without getting caught.

I hiked all over for the next three weeks. I visited all of the popular tourist treks, such as Malham Cove and Ingleton Falls, as well as several less popular trails. I was loving my solo time, rising up early to be at a starting point by 8 o'clock. Walking and listening to music and podcasts all day. I was loving being single again, not having to coordinate anything with anyone or explain what I was doing.

I was sitting on my couch the day before I was supposed to leave for Mexico when I realized it would be my first time travelling alone. Normally, I'd be with my family or Jane, but not this time. I couldn't fool myself. I couldn't help but feel isolated. It didn't seem as pleasurable to imagine sitting in the plane alone, eating and drinking. That's when I decided to search the internet for an escort service. I found Dolls and Roses agency after thorough research, and from there, I found the profile of lovely high-class escort Sabrina. I didn't hesitate to contact the agency and inquire about this girl. Fortunately, she was available for my vacation and appointment tomorrow.

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