*ring ring ring*
"Babe can you get that!"
*ring ring ring*
"Ronny! I'm cooking can you.."
*ring*
"Ugh I'll get it damn."
It was around 7 pm on a fall Tuesday night when I realized I finally had enough. Ronny, or Ronald rather is my husband of 3 years. We married right after college, literally right after. Graduation and a wedding all in one day. He was the perfect guy, tall about 6'5, muscular definitely a six pack and strong pecks, very handsome and treated me like a queen.
But about a year ago things changed. Ronald started drinking more than usual after he was kicked out of his partnership with his buddies over a construction company. He was very smart I must say, but he was a pushover and it led to him being taken advantage of. Anyway, his job was gone and the man I had fell in love with was gone too. He no longer kissed me goodmorning or goodnight, he stopped calling me beautiful, the only time he would try to have sex with me was when he was wasted to the point of no return.
About a couple of months with this change, I tried suggesting to get him help. It was a Saturday night and immediately following my comment, Ron slapped me. Full on back hand. Now I'm no wimpy woman, but he was much stronger and bigger than I was, and I'm no fool so I grabbed a few things and stormed out, the whole time him begging for forgiveness. He looked so petty yet so hurt inside and I could see the face of the man I really married. It wasn't enough to keep me at that moment.
I needed time to myself, so I stayed away for about a month, talking to him here and there.
One night in my hotel room I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror. I watched my every move, looked at my body, my curves, my muscles, my hair, and realized I was still young, only 26, and quite attractive.
Oh before I forget, my name is Mary, Mary Jensen. Some call me Mare. I have dirty blonde hair, length to right under my shoulders, hazel eyes, and quite a figure. I kept a tight figure from being on track and field all through high school and college, and 2 hour morning runs to this day. I go to the gym, and I squat which gave me a firm plump ass. My legs are muscular but long and feminine, a flat stomach, and perky c cup tits.
"Not bad" I thought as I studied myself. I began tracing my hands up and down my torso, then lightly over my slit in my laced panties. That sent shivers through me and I bit my lip. At that point I hadn't been touched in months and sexually, I was going crazy. As badly as I wanted to masturbate. I snapped myself out of this frenzy and forced myself to go to bed. Afterall I did have to wake up early and go back to work. I'm a high school biology teacher, did I mention? Fun fun fun.
Later on the day after that, Ronald called me. Long story short, I forgave him and went back home at the end of the week.
Life was perfect...for about 5 days back with him, then it got worse. Our marriage became a boxing match almost every day, and I tapped out early in the ring every night.
Now, here we are mid fall. I just got back home from parent teacher conferences at work, and Ronald was bumming infront of the tv with a Jack Daniels handle on my coffee table. As I walked past him toward the kitchen I smiled shyly at him, said hi, and he leaned over to slap my ass as I went to go cook dinner. Ten minutes in to my preparing our meal the phone started ringing. I kept asking Ron to get it, then finally gave up.
"Ugh I'll get it damn." I exclaimed while basically skipping to the library to answer the landline call. By the time I reached the room the call ended and my dear husband stood in the doorway.
"What did you say to me" his words slurred.
"I didn't say anything"
"Yes you did bitch, what the fuck did you just say to me huh?" starting to approach me "You need to watch how you talk to me"
Ronald pushed his two fingers into the side of my head and tried to kiss my cheek.
"I fuckin hate you Mary, you know that. Ya know how much I love you" another kiss on the cheek, other hand around my neck "Mare why don't we have sex" he said and tried to kiss my lips.
I pulled away and ran for my purse and cell phone. He got me, tackled me, and pinned my arms down.
"Kiss me baby, you're so sexy, fuck me will you, huh?"
I started crying "Stop it Ronald you're drunk!" I got out.
Rage filled his eyed, his breaths shorter and faster, the sweat from his forehead dripping onto my face, and the smell of his alcohol drenched breath filling my nostrils.
All of a sudden my world went fuzzy. I saw a silhouette of an angry man over top of me, shaking me. There was a loud ringing in my ears and then nothing. I saw nothing, I heard nothing. Everything was dark and cold and lonely. Was I dead? Was I in a coma? I didn't know until I woke up. It could have been hours later or even minutes later. Time wasn't on my mind then, revenge was.
I stood up and looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess, blood pouring from my nose, and to top it off, a bruise on my cheek bone. I looked like a mad woman on the outside, and felt like one at heart.
Plenty of payback scenes ran through my head.
1. Take a wine bottle and break it on his head
2. Straddle him and beat him up while he's sleep
3. Light an "accidental" fire and drive away
None of those would end well and I realized that being the overthinker that I am.
My grandmother once told me that the best revenge is to walk away with your head up, move on from the bullshit, and carry yourself like a lady. Whoever treated you wrong will see that you're doing great without them and it'll kill them inside.
A part of me still had love for Ronald, so of course I didn't want him dead. But to know that I could hurt his spirit, pride, and oversized ego made me want this revenge.
I packed all of my belongings this time, wrote Mr. Jensen a note, and left..for good.
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For about an hour I found myself driving around town crying and thinking. Everything was flashing so fast through my mind. I didn't know what I was going to do, where I was going to live, if I could survive in a house on my salary alone and no more help from Ronalds parents.
The next thing I knew, I was parked in my coworkers driveway, Angie. Ever since I started working at the high school we've been inseparable. She is the same age as I am, and we lost our "teaching virginities" at the same school, same time. We were lost, but managed to help each other through the years. I'm proud to say that she is my best friend!
I must've forgotten to turn my headlights off because I sparked Angies attention.
She walked to my car suspicious of who it was and knocked on the window. I looked up at her, tears streaming down my face, blood dried on my nose.
"Angie?" she asked "Angie is that you!?" she cleared the fog off the window to get a better look. while opening my door "Oh my god, come in the house babe" she said in an utterly shocked manner.
After getting me in the house, cleaned up and showered, I had to let her know what happened earlier...well last night considering it was 2 in the morning.
As we sat on the sofa, her awaiting a story and holding my hand, I looked into her eyes and started another break down. My eyes filled with tears and my lip quivered.
"Ronald?" she asked
I shook my head yes. Angie released my hand really quickly, stood up, and paced back an forth infront of the tv.
"I'm gonna fucking kill that bastard!" looks at me "No no no, uh uh Mare don't look at me like that, do you see your face!?"
"Yeah but.."
"Stop it Mary! You're always making excuses for him! There's no talking your way out of this one. Do you know what it does to me seeing you hurt mentally emotionally and physically?"
I stood up and walked to her, stopping her in her tracks. Pulling her hand into mine and staring deep in her eyes I ask
"No, what does it do to you Ang?"
Her turn for teary eyes and lip quivers.
