My wife Audrey and I met freshman year in college. She was amazing to me. Tall at 5' 11", thin, with brownish-blonde hair. I like tall thin women and she fit the bill perfectly. A-cup size up top, thin waist, with narrow hips and a butt that could crack walnuts.
When we first met and she looked at me, her eyes lit up like a kid first seeing all the presents under the Christmas tree, on Christmas morning. I am 6'2". I was on the swim team in high school, so I had a swimmer's build. All our friends were always joking, they knew we were thinking of each other because we were smiling so much.
And the sex. It was fantastic. For the first two years we met to fuck. Any interaction afterwards was purely accidental. We actually had sex 8 times in one day. She woke me up at 1:00 am, after waking up to go to the bathroom. We had morning sex before going to class. We had a quickie during lunch. We had a quickie after school. We had another quickie before dinner. After dinner, we were studying together in her apartment, and we both took a study break to have sex. Around eleven we went to bed and ended up doing it twice before we drifted off to sleep. It was amazing.
After a couple of years, we were still having sex at least 4 times a week, not including any oral we gave each other. The last year of college our sex life went down to just 2-3 times on the weekends, due to our college workload. And that's when Audrey made her 'Mistake'.
Her 'Mistake' was Brad the center forward on the college basketball team. 6'9" Brad.
Shit, everyone I knew sent me a text that night telling me to look at Instagram photos or sending me photos from the party. Audrey was hanging all over the guy and later there were pics of Brad and Audrey making out. Lastly, a friend at the party sent me a video of Bradly pulling her into his room by her hand with a big smile on her face.
I was PISSED!
I went to her apartment around noon the next day and she was still sleeping in her room. When she woke up, she was severely hung over. I showed her the pictures and she told me what happened. At least she was honest.
She went there with some friends and started drinking. She bumped into Brad who she had met before, briefly, and they started hanging out together. It got late, and she didn't notice how much she had drank. Brad invited her into his room to show her all his trophies. Next thing she knew they were making out, then they were naked in bed together. She said she didn't even remember them having sex.
She told me she was drunk and made a stupid mistake. She only loved me and felt horrible for making this mistake, and that it would never happen again. She told me she would do anything I wanted in bed if I would only forgive her. She told me she loved me and wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.
All her friends and most of my buddies told me it was a onetime drunken mistake on her part, and that I should take her back. Most of my buddies that were saying that, also told me that she was the hottest girl I would ever get, and no way I would find another girl as hot as her, who liked sex as much as her.
I stayed mad at her for almost 2 weeks before I forgave her and took her up on the 'anything in bed' offer. What can I say, I hadn't gone without sex for more than five days, in over 4 years! She was constantly telling me how sorry she was, and I was losing my mind by time I forgave her.
But I did tell Audrey that if it ever happened again, we were done. That she was lucky to get this one chance.
Looking back years later, almost all those guys who told me to forgive her because she was so hot, are in shitty relationships because they pick women for all the wrong reasons. Every single guy who told me to dump her is happily living the married dream - not a single one of them is divorced. Seems there may be something to ranking faithfulness, above sexiness. Little did I know.
Except for that one 'mistake' Audrey seemed perfect.
After college I got a job programming. Audrey got a job as an Admin for a large company. She had to commute 45 minutes each way. I got to work from home most of the time.
We married at the end of the year and had our first child Matt the next year. We had his sister Marcy the following year. Life was good.
DENIAL
My career was progressing well. Audrey decided along the way she wanted to make more money and got into real estate sales. With her natural height and beauty, she gravitated to the more expensive homes. Audrey's income also increased.
Then Audrey's hours started to increase, including weekend work, and our sex life decreased. To say I am a 'trust but verify' kind of guy would be an understatement. I had not forgotten what happened the last time our sex life decreased. Within a week, I had monitoring software on her smart phone and a voice recorder in her purse.
Two days later, I got recordings of her having sex with some guy named David. According to the GPS on her phone, they were at his apartment, which was across town from her office. My heart was broken.
Like a drowning man looking for something to hold onto, I grasped onto the fact that they never told or texted each other anything endearing. No, "I love You". No, "You're the best". No, "I missed this". I felt like there was still a chance for me to do more to win her back, for myself and for the kids.
When she got home, I had prepared her favorite meal. The kids were dressed extra nice. I doted on her. She seemed to love the attention. I told her how much I Ioved her and that we needed to spend more time together and as a family. She agreed.
I was happy, I had a chance. I was winning the pick me dance.
I began bombarding her with text pictures of the kids whenever I could. When I saw her sending a text to David, I would send her a text saying I loved her and missed her. I was elated when she told David she couldn't make it Wednesday at his apartment.
On Friday night I had my brother and his wife babysit the kids. I took Audrey to a five-star restaurant where we ate and danced. That night we tried to break our record for sex in one evening. We didn't make it, but it was fun trying.
The next day we picked up the kids and we all went to a waterpark. We spent all day having fun in the sun, playing with the kids, and enjoying ourselves. Life was good and I was thinking this was going to work.
Audrey's text message to David on Wednesday morning utterly broke my heart. "Looking forward to seeing you, I missed you".
My wife was a lie. Everything I believed about her was a lie. I wasn't going to listen to her excuses. I wasn't going to let her lying mouth convince me which moments in our life were real. I wasn't going to listen how she was broken, and she needed me to help fix her. As far as I was concerned, Audrey had abandoned me and the kids. She just hadn't given up her visitation rights yet.
I got a glimpse of David. I turned on her camera with the monitoring software, and when she took her phone out to set it to silent mode, I briefly saw David's face. I recognized him as one of Audrey's co-workers. I had met him when I visited her office one day. First impression was he was a douche. Now there was no doubt.
After deciding to not go to jail, for pounding Douche into a greasy spot on the ground. I decided my best course of action would be to get Audrey out of the kids and my life. She was lying straight to the kids and my face every day, the people she supposedly 'loved' the most in her life. I would exploit every weakness in my wife's double-life. I would figure out how to get as many assets out of the marriage as I could. Being the primary parent, I would try to get primary custody of the children. I would also show the kids and our relatives how Audrey was choosing her lover over us, so they would not be pulled into her conniving lies. And I was going to make Douche's payback as permanent and as ugly as possible. He was going to pay his pound of flesh, in full, to me.
The following week was Marcy's band recital. I mentioned it to Audrey when I knew she wasn't really paying attention (which had become common), but Marcy was. The day before Marcy's recital, I used the monitoring software on Audrey's phone to move her calendar reminder to the day after the event.
After I arrived at the school, I checked Audrey's phone to make sure she was at Douche's apartment and then the monitoring software to verify her phone had been set to silent. I left a message on her phone asking her where she was. An hour later I left a message reminding her that she was late. She called near the end of the band recital, in a panic, asking me if Marcy had played yet. I asked her where she was, which she ignored, and she asked again about Marcy. I lied and told her she just missed her and that we would see her at home.