I'd like to take this time to thank Just Plain Bob for his generous permission in allowing me to use his characters and to change the outcome of the original story. If you haven't done so already I urge you to read his story first, so the differences in our stories will make sense to you.
I'd always felt that Frank got the dirty end of the stick in the original story. Even his parents sided with his wife but she did a number of this that she never explained to my satisfaction. So I wrote this story where Frank gets his questions answered. I hope you enjoy.
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Hi, my name is Frank. I've been married 5 years at the time of this story. My wife, Mary, and I are currently separated. We separated because of an incident at a party we'd planned to host. Mary had to take care of her mother so she wasn't at the party. I admit it, I got very drunk; so drunk I didn't remember going to bed. Mary got home early and found a woman's bra and panties on the floor and lipstick on my underwear. To say that she went ballistic would be an understatement. She called me every rotten name in the book, packed a bag and left without telling me where she was going.
It didn't take long to determine that I'd been set up. The bra belonged to a newlywed friend of ours and there was no way she would go to bed with me when she was leaving on her belated honeymoon the next day. I spent the balance of the weekend cooling off and sobering up. I planned to see Mary that Monday, explain everything and we'd both have a good laugh.
Again, I was massively disappointed. Mary wouldn't give me a chance to explain. She got so angry she threatened to get a restraining order and call the cops if I didn't leave her alone. Her attitude really pissed me off. Here I was, totally innocent, and my wife wouldn't even listen to me. I left her alone, of course, if she didn't know me better than this, if she could convict me without even hearing my side of the story, I didn't need her or her attitude.
Not long after Mary left my friend, Bill, stopped by my place to cheer me up since he'd heard about the separation. When I told him the reason why he confessed that he and the newlyweds had set me up as a joke. They'd never meant for Mary to see it as she wasn't supposed to be home early. I made Bill go with me to explain to Mary and we searched every place in town where Mary or her friends hung out. We found her but, again, things didn't work out according to plan.
Bill had told me that Mary had been out with a guy the previous week and we found her dirty dancing with another guy, an old boyfriend. I waited to see what would happen and when I saw them deep into a game of tonsil hockey I walked over and told her she was a cheating slut and our marriage was over. While I still loved her I couldn't trust her nor could I respect her if she could treat me like she had.
I moved out of our apartment, put her crap in storage and left no forwarding address. I was determined to move on without her cheating ass. I guess being caught with a guy got her attention because she finally decided to get the facts straight as she started to stalk me, begging to talk. It's funny isn't it; I try to explain myself and I get threatened with the cops but now that she wants to talk I'm the bad guy because I tell her to stick it where the sun don't shine.
She tracked me to my new apartment and camped out, finally making such a ruckus that the cops were called. They convinced me that I should talk to her so we met at the bar where I'd seen her with her old boyfriend. Not only had she dated the two men I knew, she'd dated two guys I'd never heard of. I let her have her say and told her I didn't believe a word she said. You can't tell me that a beautiful woman can dirty dance all night, letting the guy fondle her ass, kiss him like a long lost lover and he's not going to get lucky. I'm sorry I might have been born at night but it wasn't LAST NIGHT! She begged and pleaded. She said she was sorry and she loved me, that she was only trying to get back at me, to make me feel what she'd felt. Since no one had bothered to tell me she'd been shacking up with all these guys I told her that her efforts had been wasted. She told me that she'd talked to our friends and she knew she'd been wrong. She actually had the balls to tell me that since neither of us had cheated, I still wasn't swallowing that one, there was no harm no foul!
I guess she'd forgotten that I'd caught her with Tim on Friday night and she didn't show up until six o'clock Saturday night to tell me she hadn't done anything. I asked her if it had taken that long to get out of Tim's bed since what I had said to her obviously hadn't bothered her.
I walked out of that bar then. I told her I loved her but I'd get over it. I couldn't trust her, for one thing, but the worst part was I couldn't get over how easily she'd believed I'd cheated on her and how quickly and adamantly she'd given up on our marriage. Until she could prove to me that she'd actually been faithful all that time and that she could prove to me she was truly sorry for how she'd treated me I was done with her cheating ass.
Which brings me to my current situation. Mary wasn't going to take "no" for an answer, not like I did I guess, and she enlisted my parents and siblings to get me to change my mind. My sisters called and nagged me about being stubborn and my brother told me I was a fool. I told them all that they didn't know the whole story and I wasn't in the mood to tell them so they'd better keep their noses out of my business. I guess they didn't expect me to tell them off like that and they backed off for a while. Things came to a head the next week when I went over to mom and dad's place for dinner. The meal was a distinctly cool affair. My mother had always liked Mary but I'd never known her to take sides like this before. I ignored the attitude I was getting and kept the conversation to neutral subjects. After dinner I grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to the den to watch a little TV before heading home. My dad hung back at mom's request but it wasn't that long before he joined me in the den.
"Son, I know you think we're taking sides but you have to admit you're being pretty stubborn. Mary told us she's apologized and you refuse to talk to her. You're going to lose that girl if you don't smarten up. Everybody makes mistakes. You know she loves you, why can't you forgive her?"
"She loves me all right, Dad. She loves me so much she packed a bag without giving me a chance to explain. She avoided me when *I* wanted to talk. She threatened me with a restraining order and arrest if I didn't leave her alone! Did she tell you any of *that*, Dad?"
My father looked at me like I had three heads. "What are you talking about Frank? Mary wouldn't do that to you."
"Oh, no? That's exactly what she did," I said sarcastically. "I don't know what line of crap she's fed you and mom but you seem to want to believe her and take her side over your own son. Why is that, Dad? Why are you even taking sides?"
Dad sat down in his chair and looked up at me, a sad expression on his face. "Sit down, Son, please."
I glared at him to let him know I was still pissed at his attitude in this whole mess.
"Mary told us that you'd cheated on her and she was angry with you. She said you'd gotten angry with her and she felt afraid..."