Sorry this is a bit lengthy, trying not to drip feed.
DP and I have been together for 4.5 years, we don't live together but about 45 mins away.
On Thursday I went to see him after I'd been a friend's party, which was invited too but he felt to tired to attend.
He lives in a shared house with 2 other men, they are all old friends.
They had a visitor - another old friend who they have all known for about 15 yrs. She was staying over with them for work in the area the next day, she lives abroad. The background is that DP had a serious illness 2 yrs ago, he is over it now and happily getting regular good scans from the hospital, and Dear Friend hasn't seen him in 3 yrs since before he had it.
I have only met DF once before very briefly. When I arrived at the house, quite late, she was sat on the sofa with DP, chatting quite normally with the whole household there. All of them had been drinking but especially DP. He was beyond merry and wasn't really capable of conversation.
I sat on the other side of him on the sofa and we all talked. Within a few minutes she started rubbing DP's knee as she talked to me about work (we are going to be working on the same project soon). Next I noticed she had taken his hand.
I am not the jealous type but it ruffled me. I told myself to get a grip and went to the loo and got a glass of water. I gave it ten minutes and walked back in the room. DF was even closer to DP than earlier and had her head tucked into his shoulder and her hands entwined with his. He was quite passive in all this, being so drunk I doubt he really noticed.
I decided to try to get over myself and went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. DP did notice my absence and started shouting for me then followed me into the room. He knew something was wrong but I didn't want to talk about it, knowing how these things turn put when at least one of you is drunk. Anyway the long and the short is that although I tried to defuse things and encourage him to go to sleep, he got mad at me and told me to eff off so many times that I had no option but to leave.
The next day we talked and I assured him that I didn't think they had anything going on but that I felt she was being inappropriate.
Sadly I am going to be working with her this summer and I wish I wasn't.
I know it's not a big deal compared to many people's problems, but I keep dwelling on it and just wanted to know, what would you feel if it was you?