"Mom, god, answer the phone, pick up, pick up."
"Stacy honey is that you? You sound scared to death, what's wrong?"
"It's dad mom, he's been injured, he's hurt bad, real bad."
My heart stopped. "How do you know Stacy? What's happened to him? Where is he?" I felt like I was going to pass out.
"He's over there, in Afghanistan. The army called me. They said something about a roadside bomb explosion and dad's Humvee was caught in the middle of it."
"Oh god No!" I screamed. "He's not dead is he? Please tell me he's not dead."
"They said he was critically injured and that they would have more information for me in a few days."
"Days? A few days? Why can't they tell us now, and why did they call you Stacy, why didn't they call me?"
"Mom, dad is divorcing you. He changed his contact information to me." Of course, I knew that. After what I'd done to Bob I didn't deserve to be the first to hear about him.
"Did they tell you anything else?"
"They said that he'd been going out on missions lately even though he didn't have to, but he kept saying it was his duty to fight alongside his men and that he didn't have as much to lose as most of them if something bad happened."
"That sounds like him. Do you think what I did to him had anything to do with his wanting to take chances."
"I don't know mom, but I wouldn't be surprised. He was really angry when he went back to Afghanistan, maybe that made him take chances he wouldn't normally take."
"Stacy, you know that I ended up following Donald Connelly when he left town don't you?"
"Yeah, I heard mom, that's why I haven't wanted to talk to you until I absolutely had to."
"I know you're disappointed in me, but Stacy, when I found out your father wanted nothing more to do with me and Donald forgave me for outing our affair to the media I just felt like I needed to be with someone who would love me and take care of me."
"Your decision mom, you're the one who has to live with your mistakes, not me. Have you ever stopped thinking about yourself and realized what your decisions have cost you and everyone else? Never mind. Look, I've got to go. I'll let you know if I hear anything else."
My name is Kathy Crawford. Up until a few months ago I was the wife of Major Robert Crawford. Well, technically I guess I'm still his wife since our divorce won't be final for another three months. To make a long story short I had a long term, very public affair with Donald Connelly the mayor of the small community we lived in while my husband was deployed in Afghanistan. My husband found out about it, caught me with my lover and brought us both down, as we totally deserved, by letting the media know about our sordid tryst.
The uproar in the community when they learned that their mayor was having an affair with an Army officer's wife while that officer was fighting a war forced Mayor Connelly to step down in shame and me to wear an invisible red "A" on my forehead.
Initially Donald and I separated and he moved to a neighboring state. A month later however, he forgave me for publically admitting our affair and I followed him and we've been living together since.
Do I love him? I guess I do though not nearly as much as I still love the man I cheated on. The sex with Donald has always been good and still is and we've talked about getting married when my divorce is final, but I don't know. My daughter wanted nothing to do with me when the affair came to light and it has taken me all this time to begin to mend fences with her, but Stacy has told me emphatically that if I marry Donald she will never have anything to do with me again.
And now this news about Bob's being injured in that horrible country, so far from me and I can't do anything about it, can't go to him and can't even be the first to hear from the Army about his condition. I know I deserve to feel some of the pain I've caused Bob, but this is killing me inside.
Donald came home from his new job as assistant manager of the local Denny's and found me crying. I told him about Bob's being injured and even though I know how he feels about my husband, his response surprised me.
"Good! Serve's the son of a bitch right for causing us so much trouble."
"Bob didn't cause our trouble Don, we did. I was married to that wonderful man and when he was 10,000 miles away from home the two of us shit all over him."
"If you love him so much, why don't you go to him."
I was totally pissed now. "If I could go to him Don I would. But after what we did to him he wants nothing more to do with me."
"So why do you care if he's hurt then? When we're in bed you always tell me I'm so much better at fucking you than he ever was."
"I've never said you were better Don, that's your king sized ego talking. You do make me feel good when we're having sex, but there's a difference, Bob always made love to me, you just fuck me and I'll tell you something else, if I could get Bob to forgive me and take me back I'd be out of here and in his arms in a second."
"You really are just a slut aren't you Kathy?" His word stung me like he'd hit me.
"Yes Donald, I guess I really am since I'm with you instead of with my family where I'd give my life to be. I'm a slut and you're nothing but a low life wife stealing assistant manager of a backwater Denny's restaurant. Quite a comedown for you isn't it Donald?" He looked like he was going to hit me and I hollered at him. "Don't you dare!
The biggest mistake I ever made was letting you fill my head with your lies. I missed my husband and was constantly worried about him being injured or killed and you kept telling me how you wanted to help me forget my troubles and you did. I pushed my worries and everything I'd ever cared about into the back of my mind and hopped into bed with you and forgot about my husband and my daughter and the precious life I had with them. Instead of being the woman I was raised to be, putting my family first and letting them be the most important thing in my life, I sucked on your cock and let you bury it in my cunt and the orgasms you gave me became the only important thing in my life.
What a fool I am Donald and yes, what a slut." I felt hot tears begin to run down my cheeks and I turned, grabbed my purse and ran out of the apartment and got into my car and drove away. I didn't have a clue where I was going, but I knew if I stayed one more minute with Donald Connelly I'd kill myself.
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I was floating in a deep black void. Warmth and darkness surrounded me. I could hear voices that seemed to be coming from far away, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Where was I? Was I dead? What happened to me? I struggled to remember, to pull myself out of the void. I tried to holler "here I am", but I had no voice. Then, absolute blackness enveloped me and took me away.
Light coming from somewhere, too bright! Turn it off! My warm protective darkness drifted away like a dissipating fog bank, replaced by noise and pain. Come back. Don't go.