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By ~Harem~ Date: 2006 Jul 13 Comment on this Work [[2006.07.13.20.20.31315]] |
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He was my High School Sweetheart. The kindest, most loving person I knew. He taught me how to open up and express myself. He was my best friend. He was the first man that I ever made love to. We dated for three years before we married. I thought I knew him. We were married for 11 years and had four children together. I felt sorry for all the unhappy people in the world. I felt almost guilty for being so happily married to the most wonderful man in the world. Then one day, he told me that he didn't love me anymore. He told me that he never loved me, not even when he married me. He told me that he cheated on me, the night of our wedding day (when I thought he was at an all night bar, because he was having trouble sleeping). He told me that our waitress had slipped him her phone number. He told me that he had been cheating on me the entire eleven years that we were married and even before that, while we were dating. He told me that he had been having an affair with my sister, three of my closest friends, with two of our neighbors, with his secretary at work, with women near his job, and with the wives of some of his friends. He told me that he had affairs with some of our teenage babysitters, and with women he picked up at bars. I had to stop him, because I began to feel the food in my stomach - beginning to surface. ENOUGH, ENOUGH .... I didn't want to hear anymore - That Was Quite Enough. I was amazed that I never even surmised. I never had a clue. I trusted him completely, always. That night, he packed his things, and moved out. He stopped as he walked down the hallway, to tell me that he was sorry that it didn't work out. He made me feel like we had just been bowling partners, and our mixed doubles team was over - end of season or something like that. It was so easy for him to just walk out. Just like that. He stopped to say goodbye to the children, two boys and two girls, 9,5,3,2. And then he was gone. A week later, he came by the house on the Harley motorcycle that I bought him (saved my pocket change for years to get). He had one of his girlfriends on the back, and she was wearing my helmet. She needed to use the bathroom, and after they left, I found that all my good jewelry was missing from my jewelry box. I could go one - because the story doesn't end here, but I think you get the picture. It doesn't hurt anymore - as long as I don't dwell on it - or write stories like this one. ~Harem~ `` |