How does it feel when that niggle becomes a pang...an ache, an urge to dig deeper.
Everytime he tried to touch her either she was distant, agitated,claimed tiredness
Started attacking him about how selfcentred he was and all he could think about was sex sex sex....even though he could not remember when was the last time they had shared anything remotely sexual.
He longed for a hug. It didn't need to be a long one...just a sincere one. He longed to feel wanted.
Sitting in his office, his work taking its toll because it had been months since he felt connected to anything he did, he decided to find out.
And that is where the beginning to the end became a reality.
The truth was too painful to handle and his first paid for fuck became an addiction.
He screwed.
He fucked.
He sniffed coccaine.
He drunk.
He had orgies with women who sucked him and sucked each other.
Went to swingers parties.
He lost himself in a world that had been so alien to him.
If she could cheat then he could do it better than her.
...and when his wife walked in on him high and screwed in every way, through that haze, he still managed to see her tears and the anguish on her face.
" ...you fucking bitch. Don't stand there judging me. It is all your fault."
"I am not judging you. " she whispered." I just want to say I am sorry."
And walked away.
RB.
Gwede1980
Gwede1980 -
Re: ....an apology that hits below the belt
Eish RB you know I left my woman when I was on verge to become this man in your story, been happily single for 3 years now with no chance of being committed ever in my life. G.
Russian Bridgitte
Russian Bridgitte -
Re: ....an apology that hits below the belt
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