Chapter 6: Annie E.
My 26th birthday took place just after I slept with Jim at the end of my first year back in school. I had done great in school, felt in control of my life and my sexuality. My husband Tom supported my returning to school, but he didn't know about my relationship with Jim. He was advancing in his career and that seemed to be the only focus in his life. I didn't really think he was having any affairs, but he later told me he had slept around a few times. I had adjusted to this less than intimate relationship with my husband. We still had sex, but it was mostly a physical release for both of us. Tom still wanted fantasies about other guys and me. Sometimes I'd play along and act out or tell him fantasies, but only when "I" felt like it! He still got really turned on hearing and watching me act them out.
About a month after I had slept with Jim in the van, at the college parking lot, I knew that something was wrong. I hadn't had a period in quite a while. For the first time I realized that Jim and I had not used any birth control! Tom had a vasectomy a year earlier and I had stopped taking the pill shortly after that. Herb, the neighbor I slept with, had also had a vasectomy. I guess I just never thought about protection, I wanted Jim so badly. Anyway I was certain I was pregnant and that it was from Jim. When I tried to find Jim, I discovered that he had moved after the semester ended. I got a pregnancy test done and as I suspected I was pregnant. By this time, I was about six weeks along. I could now tell that my breasts were getting bigger and I felt some nausea once in a while. I was in a total panic! I was terrified of what Tom might do. I had no money of my own and I was trapped again!
Another week went by and everything seemed to be falling apart. My self confidence was gone, I couldn't believe I had been so stupid! I knew Tom would leave me when he found out! I was ashamed and humiliated, but I had to tell Tom. I had no place else that I could go. I didn't want anyone to know what I had done or was going to have to do!
I told Tom I needed to talk to him one evening after the kids were asleep. Before I could tell him, I broke into tears. When asked what was wrong, I started begging him not to hate me or leave me. He asked immediately if I had slept with someone again. I sobbed, "Yes". He held me and said, "Don't worry. It's all right. I won't leave you! Just tell me about it." I asked him several more times if he would still love me and not leave. I was frightened and confused, my world shattered. I told him briefly that I had made friends with a guy at school and ended up sleeping with him, but only one time. Tom said that he wasn't upset and it would be OK.