Well Fucking Fuck! Is really all I've got to say about that.
I thought we understood one another when it came down to it. Prior to marriage I'd been explicit about what would not be acceptable in my married life, not only from my perspective but what She should expect from me as her partner. We had a firm understanding on what the outcome would be if my intended cheated, or had secret liaisons with others, in a word: divorce. I had neither the patience or the humility to deal with either, been there, done that not going there again. I'd also told her I had no inclination to get involved with swapping partners or swinging, didn't really have a dislike for it, you want to do it cool: I'm not gonna judge, but just like religion brother, don't shove it down my throat. I had also told Diane that I'd expect the same of my wife whoever that would turn out to be.
She understood at the time and told me that she held the same belief, cool, good for others, but not for her. There were other things that we talked and considered before I asked her to marry me, which I thought were of much more importance: Her career and where that could take her, what my job prospects would be like in 10 years, 20 years, where she would like to live both now and in the future, Children and how many, etc. In short infidelity was talked through but it was not something that was dwelled on, given the situation now and maybe in hindsight maybe we should of nutted this out a bit more...hmm.
One thing I had said to Diane that was conclusive: "If you ever feel that your relationship with me or with others means a change to us going on with our marriage tell me Diane, don't leave me hanging, talk. If you want to separate or divorce to go a different way, OK I won't like it but I won't hold you to stay in a loveless marriage."
After the speech I felt really bad and a quarter hour later she had slowed to a teary, hiccuping state complete with snot and dribble. I took one look at her and burst out laughing, she looked funny as fuck. Finally she kinda spoke & hiccuped all at the same time at a level that was loud enough for me to hear: "hic..How ..hic.. can ...you.. hic..talk.. to.. hic..me .. about divorce. When. YOU! Haven't even asked metomarry you ...who...who."
I didn't really need to think about it. "Diane, I would like you very much too be my wife, I promise to love you forever."
My name's Matt Phillips, I'm 27, reasonably tall at 6'3" and also reasonably fit as I'm a self-employed line-haul truck-driver. Briefly I transport mostly refrigerated trailers for a national logistics company. Our Business, I say 'Our' because Diane is as involved with the business from a support point of view as anyone could be short of driving. She finds time to do some of the administration side, invoicing, legal, and if she's not working she takes business phone and e-mail calls. We have an Accountant for tax services, but Diane has been doing spread-sheets on our business and related expenses which has shown up quite a few areas that we've been able to improve our time use and spending on.
Diane works full time for a National Chain Hardware & D-I-Y store as a Assistant Manager, the local branch is not huge but it's efficient and has a pretty good understanding of what its customers want and who its customers are. She started there in her teens just working with customers and on the till. After College She took herself off to Advanced Learning& Trade Institute in the City, and enrolled herself for courses in Sales, Junior Management, Advanced Computer for Smaller Business & Book-keeping. She has Diploma's for all at different levels, which we proudly display on the lounge wall.
I married Diane Edith Jones 3 & ½ years ago, and even despite what has lately gone on in our lives, I love and trust her unconditionally. Diane and I have known each other since College, although both from a distance. We had the same friends and in a lot of cases even happened to be at the same events and parties at various times in both our youth and later after leaving school.
We were both at a BBQ at Ted and Carin Borthwick's and Carin asked us whether we'd be interested in making up a couple for ten-pin bowling the following week-end. We looked at each other and decided there on the spot, why not? That's where we started going out together. We had both just come out of relationship's that weren't meant to be, and neither of us had any intention to step into another relationship in the foreseeable future. As well as that I liked her family, two of her brothers were at College the same time as us. I knew she had other guys trotting her out still, we'd bumped into each other a couple of times when she was out on a date.
That was no problem, because there was no real commitment, it was a really a good friend thing we had, so good on her. I was starting to come out of my gun shy stage by the time the second month of dates rolled around and by the third month we were seeing each other about 3 to 4 times a week and I was kind of regretting her dating other guys but oh well, guess that's life.
So we'd been seeing each other for about 4months when Ted(T) and Carin had all of us around for another BBQ and the whole gang turned up. Tom and Karen Squires were there with Karen's younger Sister, Samantha, in tow. A really younger version of her big Sister -- 'Wow with legs' is what my first thoughts were. Blond, curves for Africa, nice rack, gorgeous face and killer smile, was I smitten: Long story short we talked and ate and talked and laughed and seem to be getting along famously. Diane was there with the Guy I'd seen her with a couple of months ago, and because I'd been busy with work we'd not got together for a while, well actually 2 or so weeks. Anyway it was good to see her and she introduced me to Carl, her friend and we got on well. Samantha sidled over to me and I introduced Diane and Carl to her. I noticed Carl had a curious look on his face when the two girls were introduced to each other but I didn't really notice the expression on either of their faces, ah well I'm sure it's just nerves and the newness of it all, on with the party. Diane and Carl drifted off and mingled and me and my new best friend kept getting to know each other -- obviously being the only single guy there helped -- yay for me.
We were kind of making plans to hook up when for some reason I felt eyes on me. I looked up to see Karen Squires and Carin Borthwick both looking at me but that really wasn't the problem. The problem was Karen had a horrified look on her face and Carin had a 'if looks could kill' look on her face.
Wait a damn minute, what the heck had I done, what had Sam done. Samantha must of picked up on it when she saw the look on my face and looked to see what I was looking at, Her Sister turned away quickly, obviously upset but Carin kept looking in our direction, with that same fixed glare at either Sam or me or I started to think both of us. Sam quietly said, "Matt, I think I better go and see what's going on with my Sis, ok?"
"Yes....yes...no go let me know Sam what the problem is ok."
I wandered over to the guys and started a conversation with them while still trying to see what was going on across the way. Karen and Sam seemed to be in deep conversation, while Carin had disappeared off the scene. Sometime later Sam came over to me and asked if she could talk with me in private.
"Matt I am really pleased to have met you and I am really really sorry if I've damaged your relationship with any of your friend's, it was never my intention, I'm really sorry..... Look Karen is feeling a little under the weather so I think we need to go home. Bye for now Matt."
She had a forced smile on her face as she reached up and gave me a peck on the lips, turned and walked away.
Wait a minute, what just happened. What the fuck just fucking happened.
"Get ya another one?"
The empty bottle got pulled out of my hand. A second later there was a full one in my hand. I hadn't moved an inch since Sam had kissed me.
"Look's like we're both going home alone tonight ay Matt."
"Ah yeah..I..ah..sorry..ahh...Carl shit mate thanks. Ah look sorry Carl I think I must of just got side swiped. I don't really know what the fucks going on........ Wait a minute .......Carl what do you mean alone?... where's Diane?"
"Dude......She loves you."
'What's in this beer? What the fuck is going on and what the fuck is this clown talking about?'
