However, what she did do for me did make a relationship possible. She didn't move back to her hometown. She bought a two-bedroom condo on the other side of town and we date from time to time, mostly when she needs to get laid and calls me. She says there will never be another man in her life and she will wait for me to get over my hurt and realize that we are meant to be together. It is never going to happen. I do love her and I would love to be with her, but I could not and will not spend the rest of my life wondering if she was being true to me or not. Regardless of what she said and did to prove that she was mine alone, the doubt would always be there and I just could not live like that.
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Never EVER get over the hurt of what she did. And what she did 2 to 3 times per week after that.
My own wife, some 30 years ago was approached by an old boyfriend who had pictures and said he'd spread them around if she didn't start putting out for him again, although she was married. Tom and I had never gotten along, he'd cheated on my wife while they went out and I have no time for cheaters.
Jodi came home and told me exactly what he said and that yes, he had pictures of the two of them. That's all I need. As the husband, it is my duty to protect my wife and my marriage. She told me exactly how insistent he was with her, that she started putting out for him.
When I went to his place, I went through the door. I didn't knock on it, I didn't try the lock, I went through the door. I had a doubled bitted axe in my hand and I opened that door like it was butter. Or at least, a slice of bread. Old Tom was home and had cowered down in a back room, thankfully he didn't own a gun.
We had a talk. A long talk. It was a talk that took multiple raps alongside his head with the butt of my axe and perhaps a mentioning or two of how good it would look after it sliced through his 'junk'. He willingly handed me all the pictures and I'd forgotten how good she looked when she was 16 years old and very thin! I burned them all and advised him I'd be back in a week to check on him.
We've never seen him since.more...
It's Just Sex
How many times do you read that in a similar story? As strange as it may seem however, sometimes that's just exactly what it is as in this case. I gave it 4*, would have been a 5* if the author, who's almost always at least good, often great, could have found a novel way to full reconciliation.more...
Hey betrayed..
I wish for once you would really tell us how you feel about cheating wives.
JPB, thanks for writing. 5*****. tom anon
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