What am I supposed to feel? The one person who I thought really understood and cared about me was loving another man in our first marital bed. Wait; twist that knife deeper, He's my cousins' husband. Guess She thought He really was the best man and not just for our wedding.
Having heard her tell him how she wanted, needed and yes, LOVED him much more than me, what am I supposed to feel? After reading through most of the stories here, am I really supposed to be happy for her? Encourage her? No, I'm sorry, but if I don't kill them they will have gotten off easy. (There goes that sick humor again.)
There were no fantasies of sharing each other. No magazines for her to find. No Internet porn for her to have to see. No letters or wrong number phone calls to worry about. I really wanted just her for the rest of my life.
Maybe if she hadn't been my first and only lover, I would not have been so blind. I knew she had had other lovers. When I met her she was just breaking up with one. (Did she really?)
Don't worry ladies. I haven't forgotten the HE in all this. He is after all equally guilty for killing the last thing that will ever be good in my life.
The only thing keeping me from going completely bananas about this is, my cousin. I don't know how to break this to her and not break her.
You see we were always close. (It comes from only being thirteen days apart in age.) Yeah, we were in different circles in school, I was a band nerd and she was a cool chick, but we could always talk. She even helped me get my first high school job, working with her at the local movie theater.
When she started dating Mr. Joe Cool in School, she made it a point to get him to try to get me out of my shell. I sat and held her all night the first time they broke up.
No, we never did any experimenting with each other. You have to realize I was a 20-year-old virgin when I met my wife. Any girl back then could get me to all but faint from too much blood in my thinking head, just by talking to me. I was pathetic.
And look where I am now 22 years old, and still pathetic. I should go back up there and what? Kill him? Kill her? Kill them? Sorry, but I don't plan on ever meeting "Bubba" at the graybar hotel. Try to win her back? For what? "I'll never see any other man again!" BULLSHIT! She probably never stopped. I am so pissed off it's just pathetic.
I guess you want to know how I came to find them up there. Well it's pretty weird. I didn't get a sense of something wrong. I didn't see any clues. Like I said about me, there were no wrong numbers, no late work nights. We only had one car, she would take me to work at 7, come get me for lunch, and I would take her to work at 1. She worked till 7 so I would go home at 4, get dinner started and pick her up. Yes it was tough but we made it work.
I was coming home as usual but had an accident and had to go to the hospital. I didn't think it was necessary, but the other driver insisted for insurance purposes. As it was his fault and he was paying, why not?
Living in an apartment complex, as a lot of young couples do, there was a car in one of our assigned parking spaces. I couldn't help but recognize it. Remember He's family; I wondered how he knew to be there for me. I had only asked my Mom to meet me at the apartment as a coworker was behind me at the accident, and brought me home. Also remember, She's supposed to be at work.
So I thanked my coworker and headed out to find my cousin and see how he found out about the accident. (Now add stupid to pathetic) After entering the apartment and finding out that he was not there to comfort me, I left a lot more injured than from the accident. Sorry, even after all this time has passed, I do not want to recall the details. Let's just say they were very comforted by each other.
As I walked down the stairs to go outside, I realized this was about to get a lot more hurtful for me. My mom had agreed to loan us her car until ours got fixed. She wasn't working at the time. So guess who's coming to dinner? Yep, here I am bawling away like a baby, outside my apartment as my wife professes her love for another and mom holds me. (Just fucking pathetic)
I wouldn't tell her what was wrong so we just sat there on the sidewalk me crying her rocking.
Of course things couldn't get worse, right? Well you don't know my stepdad. He's a damn good person, just a very big and good jokester. He was coming to pick up Mom after she dropped off her car. As he came up not knowing the storm he was about to unleash, he said, "What happened? She upstairs with another guy already?" As I went rigid immediately, Mom knew that in his joke was exactly the truth.
Torn between trying to help me and going to kill Her, Mom almost had a seizure. My stepdad also realized this was way deeper than he ever stepped in before and was trying to help me and stop my Mom.