MY SUPERSTITIOUS HUSBAND.
Angel Love, you are gem, thank you.
My husband wrote a story about how I deceived him. This is my story, but to get any sense out of it, you have to read Kevin's; "Superstitious Me? Of Course," first. My story starts where Kevin's ends....
With tear filled eyes I saw Kevin leave the room. His last few controlled words hit like daggers in my chest, and I was completely numb. I sobbed uncontrolled, until I felt John's arm holding round me.
I woke as from a trance, and pushed his arm away and said, "Sorry John, I don't want your sympathy. I have screwed up royally. You should dress and leave the house. I request you to contact Kevin tomorrow, and write the affidavit he requested. Write what you heard me telling you, nothing less nothing more."
"Judy, I don't know what to say, is it really true that you have fooled him for 10 years?" he replied.
"No John, it isn't. But there is no way that he will believe otherwise. He heard what I told you. If you try to defend me, it will only make matters worse. If he asks you to, tell how many times we were together, and where, be honest. He will not hurt you, and he will not use what you write against you, because I will not fight him and I will take what he chooses to give me. You saw he hardly noticed you, you were of no significance to him, in his eyes you are not worth using energy on."
John sat there as in thought, turned toward Judy and said; "It was like I was non existent, I would have preferred if he had shouted at me and even given me some physical punishment. I felt he belittled me by his lack of acknowledgement of me being there."
"Yes John, that is exactly his ways. He once told me that if any man needs to use his fists to win an argument, he has lost. Go home to your wife John, and be a good husband to her. I am sorry I seduced you and dragged you into this mess." After a little pause I continued; "We will not meet again - ever. Don't contact me please, just leave."
After John quietly left the house, I went downstairs where I found the bouquet of roses, the last roses I ever will receive from Kevin. I unpacked them, trimmed the stems and put them in a vase. They were beautiful, and my tears rolled down my cheeks. I knew I would meet many difficult days ahead.
The next morning, I collected the children who had slept over at the neighbour's and sent them to school. I called my office and told them I would stay home that day for personal reasons. We have a small home office, and I went in there, started the computer, and opened the mail program. There was no incoming mail, Kevin had not sent me a message yet. I decided to send him a message, and in the subject field I wrote: "Practical matters."
Dear Kevin,
There are no words that can express how sorry I am that I hurt you, and also our children. I will not ask you to forgive me, I would never have forgiven you, had you done to me what I did to you. But that could not happen, it is not in your character, you are a better and more complete person than me. I know that now.
I expect you will ask for a divorce, and you can rest assure, I will not fight the settlement if you choose that route. I will accept whatever you find I deserve. I will appreciate if I could keep 50 pct of our joint deposit so I have the down payment on a flat not too far away. The children will be better off in the house where they have all their friends nearby, and I will help you in all possible manners with the children. I will never say one word to your disadvantage to them.
You need to organise some help in the house, an aupair or a housekeeper. In the meantime, I propose to stay in the house until you are organised, to make the food for the children, sending them to school and their activities; to help them with their home work, to wash and mend their clothes, to clean the house and all the other chores. However, this is to your discretion, I move out when you tell me to. I will use the next few days to find a flat, and pack only my personal belongings. The bedroom furniture you can give to charity, I don't want it either and I will only need a single bed.
After you have settled in your new situation, and I in my flat, I will send you a new mail for your information. I will tell you truthfully what happened. You will probably not believe me, but I need to do that for my own conscience. Hopefully you would not see me as such a big slut, as yesterday's conversation with John led you to believe.
If you find in your heart, that there is the slightest possibility for you to come past this, I would be overjoyed, and of course be at your disposal at any time. However, I do not expect you to.
My sincere apology,
Love Judy
Kevin's reply was civil and courteous. He didn't comment on my invitation to talk. I didn't believe he would so that was no surprise. We agreed on the practical matters, and five weeks later he lived in the house with a middle-aged house keeper, and I in a flat not far from the home we had shared all these years.
His lawyer had made out the divorce documentation, and Kevin had been more than generous. He wanted to make some changes in the house, and I got the essentials to furnish my flat without the need to buy much. I signed the documents and left them in the reception at his office.
Then I wrote him the following e-mail:
Dear Kevin,
Thank you for your generosity. I have signed the documents and delivered them to your office. You are free to process them as you see fit.
I have one request to you. Please keep the documents in your drawer until you meet another woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. This might seem a strange request, but I can tell you that I will not date other men as long as you are single. If you at one point meet somebody you get attached to, and she moves in and or marries you, then I might consider seeing other men. But as long as you are free, I want to live in the hope that you would consider me as a friend and a possible companion in some way. I will never expect you to forgive me.
This is what happened, and why I said what you heard to John:
For eight years I was a completely faithful companion and wife. You never did anything to make me dissatisfied with you. You had asked me many times to wear more revealing clothes and sexy lingerie. I always declined. You also asked me to be a little more adventurous in bed, and I declined. I liked your soft and tender ways, I loved to cuddle up to you, and I loved the beautiful way you made love.
Two years ago, I was as you may remember on an over night stay in Denver. After dinner in my hotel I sat in the hotel's dance bar enjoying a drink. I was asked by a nice man to dance, which I accepted. I ended up sitting at his table and talking, and dancing. He bought me a couple of drinks, not more. But he fooled me, he must have spiked my drink with something, because I lost my defences completely. I was both present and not present, and remember everything. I was completely at ease with no feeling I did anything wrong. I don't think anybody can understand unless they have been in the same situation. I ended up in his room, and of course he made love to me. He made me do things with him I had never done before. He was not considerate, he was rough and fucked me like I had never been by anybody else. I was completely at his mercy. Next morning I woke up in my own room – alone – and the night was just like a strange dream, and I felt a tremendous guilt.
When I got home, I tried to forget the whole episode, and for some time almost succeeded to do so. But after a year or so, even if I enjoyed the good sex I had with you, I started fantasies about the rough sex I had in Denver. Somehow I did not involve you in these fantasies, I did not dare to bring these feelings into our relationship. You had stopped, or given up on me to wear sexy lingerie and go for a more revealing dress code. You would wonder what had happened to me that changed my attitude. I wanted to keep the Jekyll and Hyde as you so aptly described it, apart.
So without going into details, I chose the wrong course and ended up cheating on you. For this I can never forgive myself. Even if you should believe me, it does not make a lot of difference. You might have forgiven what happened in Denver, but my action where I seduce John and had a relation with him, for three months with three lunches first and then three sexual encounters with him, you cannot forgive. I accept that.
Why did I tell the story to John, that you overheard? John had started to be very possessive, and I had to discourage him and scare him off. I had no feelings for him, and I wanted to quit the liaison. So I told him he was just a fuck toy in a row of many before him. I invented the story as I told it.
The main reason I am telling you this, in addition to get it off my chest, is that you shall know you can walk around in our community with a raised head. You will never meet a man who has cuckolded you, except John. You will never hear snide remarks, and our friends will know nothing unless you have told them. Only three persons as far as it is up to me know. I hope it can stay this way.
I will be there for you if you need me. I will do my utmost to be there for the children, so much as you will allow me. The strain on you being a "single" father will be heavy. You know I am a good mother, and it will be in your and the children's interest if you let me be in their life.
Even if you do not love me anymore, I love you.
Love Judy