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| The Infidelity Of Marriage |
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A few weeks back, my wife decided that it was time to end our two year marriage and move back to Arizona. This news, although hard to except, was not really a surprise. We had been having problems for quite some time. Our brief marriage started out with the best of intentions, as they all do, but soon began heading down the path to ruin. We tried the counseling route (to no avail) and read the relationship books and made the promises and commitments that these texts challenged us to do. It seems that whatever tactic we applied, it backfired in our face and the end was, well, inevitable.After the initial shock wore off, I had made many attempts to reconcile and save our troubled marriage. She would have no part of this, as her emails indicated. "I can no longer live with your negative attitude and continual demands to change in the ways you ask." she wrote. Change in the ways? Well, asking someone to pick up their clothes off the floor or wash the dishes (that she used) are not really that demanding. Actually, I believe it is common courtesy. As for being negative, well, let's just say, everything is okay as long as it follows her train of thought."I need a constant positive figure to guide my life." she continued. Guide her life? So, in my mind, you don't want a husband, you need a Sherpa. I still do not understand these comments. Apparently, I never will. As it turns out, her positive figure was an old boyfriend from college.When my wife's aunt past away, she flew to Arizona to be with family and pay her respects to the deceased. I was unable to go due to work demands and finances. It cost quite a bit to fly short notice across the country. My wife said it was okay because I never met the woman. Her aunt was confined to a nursing home and was in the advanced stages of pancreatic cancer. Why we never went to at least visit her while living in Arizona still remains a mystery to me. When I look back, a lot of things that occurred in that family will never make sense to me.After paying the expensive price for the ticket, we decided that she should at least spend a week there. A few days for that amount of money really did not justify the expense. So, it was agreed and she happily began packing. I thought it odd that after losing a loved one, someone could be so cheerful. I rationalized the happiness with the thought that she was also going to be visiting friends and family that she had not seen in a while. Little did I know that one of these friends was the ex-boyfriend she was having an affair with?With my wife gone for the week, I thought I would be happy to be a bachelor again. As it turns out, I was not. Boredom quickly set in, so, I began playing around on the computer. For fun, I typed in my wife's name to see what would come up. I had done this before with my own name as well as others. It was kind of cool to see what information was available. This time, what I discovered, was no fun at all.As it turns out, I went to a popular website (which shall remain nameless) that promotes networking, chat rooms, contact with old and new friends and other popular internet interests. I was to discover that, on this nameless website, my wife had many friends; seventy three, to be exact. I was glad to see that I was one of them and she even wrote a message on my "wall." However, after reading her profile, I became a bit curious when the correspondence between her and another guy was quite regular. I dug a bit deeper (some would call it snooping and I may be inclined to agree) and found that the two of them had been making plans to rendezvous upon her arrival. This was a definite shock.The plans were pretty concrete in as much as they included an itinerary of the day's events; lunch at an outdoor marketplace caf followed by an afternoon of window shopping, and, to round out the evening, dinner at our favorite restaurant. Then, after a nice quiet romantic dinner, they were to return to his place for a round of "get reacquainted intimacy." To tell the truth, I was in shock. Many emotions played through my mind. Actually, I believe I experienced them all at once. I stared at the screen for a while longer then decided to call at the appropriate time to see what would transpire. I would get a voicemail for the next four hours.I managed to leave a few vague messages asking how things were (as if I didn't know) then, it hit me. I printed this itinerary out and was going to confront her when she came home. This, I thought was the best course of action to follow. I wondered (aloud) if she would confess. After a few more tortuous hours, she managed to call and gave a half-ass excuse of leaving her phone in the car. This, I knew was a lie, as her phone was never more than a few inches from her at all times.Upon here arrival a few days later, I acted casual and feigned excitement to see her. I let her settle in then, very casually, I asked her about her date with her ex- boyfriend. She looked at me with shear terror then, acting as cool as she could, simply said, "What are you talking about?" "This.", I said, handing her the email. "Did you have fun?" She knew she was busted. As the tears began to run down her face, she sobbingly admitted the whole affair and begged for forgiveness. "A moment of weakness" is the way she described this episode. Really? "Well", I said, "there is nothing like paying your respects then topping off the day with a round of sex to ease the pain." ¹²2Ò³: ÉÏÒ»Ò³ 1 [2] ÏÂÒ»Ò³
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