This is a two-part story. The second part will be posted in the next day or two.
No editor on this one so all mistakes are mine. If anyone wants to volunteer as an editor or pre-reader please contact me or indicated your interest in the comments.
As always, all comments are welcome.
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Let me warn you before you even start here. This story is the same sad tale that thousands of guys have experienced before me. Thousands of guys, and that's probably just in the last month. Knowing the company I'm keeping, like we are one big fraternity, doesn't diminish my pain or make what happened any less real to me. I guess each of our stories are personal to us. Personal? Doesn't that mean I should keep it to myself? But here I sit, alone in my home office, with my hands on the keyboard.
I couldn't even start writing and certainly could not get through the tough parts if my friend Jack Daniels wasn't my companion. Thank you, Jack, for being there when I needed you.
But, here I sit. And I'll try to keep writing and hope there's a lesson in here somewhere, and I'll try not to drink too much Jack so the story remains coherent. Maybe it will help some of you with your situation? Maybe you can learn from my mistakes and avoid taking up a friendship with my companion Jack.
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Carrie, the love of my life. The woman that I knew, shortly after meeting her, I had to make her mine. Maybe I did put her on a pedestal? But she was, after all, my lover extraordinaire; my best friend; the mother of my children. I thought she adored me too. I was confident that she loved me right up to the moment that it all came crashing down. I know what you're thinking, this is just like a other thousand stories. It's the same old shit, it happens all the time.
It did take some time to get it through my thick skull. I should have seen the signs earlier. I guess I'm like that; kinda stubborn, kinda set in my ways. I think the best of people like that. At least the people I like most. They aren't looking for hidden meaning around every corner. They trust you, they respect you until you prove them wrong. And that is what Carrie did. She proved me wrong.
It turned out my wife was fucking her boss, Bruce. It took me far too long to figure out my wife was a cheating slut, and then it took me far too long to take action, but I did-eventually. She cheated on me, broke our marriage vows, broke my heart, and I, eventually, got my retribution.
Ok. So now you know the basics of my story. You might stop reading here. Unless, of course, you want to know the details. The details of how I finally got it through my thick skull, and why it took me so long to react. I guess you could say what eventually happened isn't your typical love and lost story. But, I will tell you this much, I did, finally, get even.
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I hope I don't bore you with too many of the early details. But, just so you know, we met in college. I thought Carrie was beautiful that first day I met her. She was a friend of my roommate's girlfriend. I later found out that my roommate and his girlfriend had set us up, although neither Carrie or I knew it at the time.
She was short and blonde with big tits. I never thought I liked big tits. I was more of an ass man, but, on her small frame, they fascinated me. She wasn't a model type, or maybe the most beautiful girl in the room. She was more of a girl next door type. A sexy girl next door, with big tits. Her smile and friendly nature attracted me. That first day, it almost seemed like we were already friends. What I liked about her most was her modesty. I'm not usually the forward type, but I couldn't help myself, I had to let her know I thought she was beautiful. She blushed and genuinely seemed embarrassed when I told her so. She really didn't understand just how attractive she was, and she was, especially to me.
It was early in the football season. You know, when it's still too warm for football to feel appropriate. We were at a tailgate party that my roommate had set up in the big parking lot beside the stadium. You know the scene, barbeques everywhere; nerf footballs flying, girls in skimpy clothes.
We were playing our biggest rival, the Tigers. I was anticipating the game, confident we would trounce them. Of course, hanging out with friends and possibly meeting new ones was the biggest excitement of the day.
Carrie arrived waving in our direction. Mark and Jill introduced us. I think we could both see they were obviously setting us up. Mark had the season tickets, and Jill handed them to Carrie and me, looking closely at the seating assignments. She was seating Carrie and me together for the game. I looked at the lovely Carrie after looking at my ticket and thought, I own Jill one.
I had dated numerous girls during my years at college, but nothing prepared me for my reaction when I met Carrie. Maybe it was the fact that I was a senior, and I knew the next phase of my life was approaching. Was I looking to settle down, or at least have a more serious relationship? I wouldn't need to concentrate on my studies anymore. I had always been the focused type, and I had made a commitment to myself and my parents that I would use school to set myself up, but those days were almost past.
As I said, Carrie was pretty, confident, smart, and seemed to always be smiling. I'm sure that is what attracted me to her that first day. That, and maybe those tits? I knew I was smitten that first day. Hell, perhaps it was even love at first sight? For me, at least. I sat beside her at the game thinking, don't make a fool of yourself, just find a way to see her again. I came up with a brilliant idea. I would ask her out on a date and pray she accepted. She did!
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We dated regularly from the start. And I didn't think it possible but my attraction grew stronger every time we met. Sometimes I would catch myself just staring at her beauty. Carrie caught me a few times and it always embarrassed her.
If you are a guy, maybe you can relate to this. Have you ever looked at a girl and thought, she would look good pregnant. This happened to me about our fourth date. I don't know where those thoughts came from, but I can remember looking at her smiling, sitting in that coffee shop easy chair. I was admiring her beauty, and suddenly, I pictured her pregnant. I knew she would be a beautiful pregnant woman. I imagined she would have the glow that some pregnant women seem to have during pregnancy.
Call me strange. You wouldn't be the first person. But I swear, I had those thoughts. I could just imagine her with a beautiful big belly, and she would be carrying my child. That was in my head that day, on that early date. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Sometimes, even today, when I walk into a coffee shop and catch the aroma of the various coffees, it will take me back to that day. It was the moment I just knew I had to make this woman mine. I had to find a way to win her heart. It was my new mission. Somehow, I knew it was our destiny.
