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Click hereI was confused. There was the alcohol buzz. There was the pain. There was this whole mountain of mixed up, stinking shit inside me.
"I missed you," my damn traitor of a voice whispered.
"I hate you," the same voice hurried to cover up.
"I know," she said. No tears, just sorrow. "Will you listen to me? Please?"
"No," I said. "I don't want to. But I can't not listen. I guess you knew that."
She nodded.
"Yes, I did. Sorry," she said.
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There was food on the small table between us. Chinese food. Not bad, I guess. But it was just a symbol. We didn't touch it.
"How could you, Irene? You. And with me?"
She winced.
"It was the day I was there alone, on a Friday, remember? I thought I was alone. Mary had gone into the city. Ph....Phil lied that he had too. I was at the pool, tanning. Topless. Half asleep...mostly asleep, rather..."
Did I need this? Could I listen to this?
"I, eh, I thought it was a dream."
I groaned. Her eyes blinked.
"No, really, Eric. At first I thought it was a dream!"
I rose, pushing the chair back.
"If you think you can bullshit me, Irene, after all we had, please don't bother to see me again."
She grabbed my hand.
"No! I don't bullshit you. It is all true! Please stay!"
"Dammit, Irene," I said. "You lied away all we had. You lied and lied and now you tie it all together with a shining red bow of more bullshit lies! A dream, Irene! My ass!!"
I walked away from her, grabbed my coat and found the door to the street.
Her voice was in my ears.
I ignored it.
Oh my "it was a dream??" That's the best she can come up with? At least doofus didn't fall for it but is it going to take him another eternity to divorce her?
Damn right Skippy, its you! You attract cheating cunts like shit draws flies. You never learned from your first experience with a cheating slut and you jumped right back into marriage after you just got away from your first shitty marriage. And guess what, she's a cheating slut as well and is carry's her lover bastard's child and intended to pass it off as your's. She's a lying cheating cunt and you fell right into her clutches.
I will wait to see the rest of the chapters, but so far I see Irene with one evil act, and then I see Eric acting stupidly and over-reacting. Sorry - but regardless, people should at least talk, and Eric is acting like a spoiled child having a tantrum. "For better or worse" means that there will be "worse" -- at least once.
After three years I find myself scoring the chapters about the same. Admittedly, I have a weakness for reconciliation stories, even if the couple are not perfectly reconciled.
At this point in the reread I find that the Eric character has not benefitted from his prior marriage failure. He appears stuck in this "perfect marriage to a slut" mentality. From the Nietzschian perspective, Eric doesn't seem to have benefitted from the ""Was mich nicht umbringt macht mich stärker" approach to overman.
Oh well. There are five more chapters to go.
Altough it has been stated how different this was from his first marriage the last statemen form him in the chapter before the one previous to this his statemnet not only hinted aty the infidelity but that he somehow noticed, either because the damage form the first wive left him damage and distrustfull at some level or he is paraniod always waiting for the other foot to fall. That he went so long without noticing has me confused, well its obvious I jumped the gun on my conclusion.
...and their lame attempts at explanations? They really are pathetic.
You fucked up. Really badly. And are now pregnant with someone else's baby.
There no way of explaining this that doesn't make you look and sound worse. Crawl away somewhere and don't fight the divorce when it happens. Move on with life.