Obviously this story contains adultery, so if you’re here to berate me I should tell you this is not the place.
I was 19, dating my boyfriend at the time, Steve. He invited me up to his cottage with his entire family for Canada Day weekend. We’d been dating for almost 6 months.
We drove up there and he introduced me to his siblings (since I had already met his parents). He has two older brothers and a younger sister. Steve told me that his oldest brother Greg was recently divorced and his second brother Mark told me that he had girlfriend, but she wasn’t on the trip due to last minute work emergencies.
So we got to the cottage, which is a two story house, with a backyard that was connected to the lake. Steve and I were to stay in the room on the upper floor, in the room beside Greg. So it was Friday night, we were all drinking and chatting. I got to know Steve’s family more and felt connected to Greg. We had a lot in common, from books we read, to the shows we watched, etc. Steve looked up to Greg and he’d often tell me a lot of great stories about him. His wife had cheated on him and he was absolutely devastated. They were trying to start a family. So obviously, I felt myself having a predisposed soft spot for Greg.