Originally Posted by Rochard

Enjoy it while you can. Eventually it catches up to you.

I'll never forget the night my future wife confronted me with my girlfriend. We call it the "spaghetti incident". To make a long story short, my best friend (total idiot really) knew about both girlfriends and late one night was rushed to the hospital and straight into surgery. I told Donna (my wife now) that my old girlfriend (Karen) would be there, so it wouldn't be a good idea for her to show up - "uncool to make a scene at the hospital while my buddy is dieing". Donna knew what was going on; According to her she figured it out weeks ago. She had a few drinks and then showed up at the hospital.

There we are, in the lobby, my girlfriend, my buddy's parents, sister, when Donna walks up. She introduces herself as a friend of John's and meanwhile I'm shitting bricks wondering how this is gonna play out. I turned to Donna and said "Can we talk outside". We walk out, and I'm trying to get her to leave when Karen walks out with a dozen questions. Finally I'm thinking this is gonna crash hard so I just say "Well, I've been fucking you both for the past two months". Karen just hauled off and sucker punched me in the face... I quickly left the scene alone.

I guess in the back of my mind I already made my decision, because when I left I went to a bar where Donna and I went to all the day. I guess I wanted Donna to find me, and not Karen. Donna shows up, I explain everything, and Donna asked me to move in with her.

And that was that. Twenty years later we are still together.