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Okie, starting where I left off......

First, there was Chris.  As I said, he had a bad tendency of cheating on his wife.  They had an 'open relationship', which basically meant that he could screw around all he wanted, which he openly did.  Hey, I said he was a friend, I didn't say I agreed with his lifestyle.  Anyways, I started to suspect that Rena was becoming a lot 'closer' to him than I would have liked.  Her and I fought about it, but I never had any proof, so I couldn't really do anything.  Like I said, I was being a good little puppy.

Rena and I were married 3 months after we'd first moved in together.  We eloped, of course, and didn't even tell anyone until almost a week later.  Oddly enough, I think we did it out of boredom.  Nothing more, just boredom.  I didn't like the idea altogether, although I thought at the time that I wanted to marry her, just not yet.  Again, puppy dog syndrome got me.  Boom, we're married.

Chris moved out about a month after our marriage, and she started suddenly complaining that she had no life, and she didn't go anywhere.  I thought this was peculiar, because initially, it was her idea to stop going out a lot.  I told her to do what she wanted, and within a week, she told me that she was going to Chris's to sit and talk and have a beer or two while I was at work.  I protested, but she told me there was nothing I could do to stop her, and that it wasn't right for me to control her.  Yes, bullsh!t flags lept up in the air in front of me, but I refused to see them.  The night came, I got home from work, she got home almost two hours after I did, and it was forgotten......almost....

The thought plagued me.  What did they do?  What did he/she do?  She was pretty tipsy when she got home, which made it all the worse.  I tried to force it out of my head as best as I could, but it just wouldn't go away.  I started to get tense, and extremely serious all the time.  I didn't feel it would be right to confront her, without proof.  I didn't talk to Chris much, anymore.  There was no way for me to find out anything.  Until one night...

Rena had this thing, I used to find just, well, cute.  No other words can explain it.  She would talk in her sleep, and I could ask her almost anything, if she reached that heavy of a sleep.  She rarely did, so the thought never occurred to me.  On this night, probably about a month after the incident, she did.  She was on the couch, and mumbling to herself.

I asked her some stupid questions, like would it be alright if I shaved her head, could I have sex with her while she slept, that kind of thing.  Then, it dawned on me, and I started asking serious questions.  I asked her how much she loved me, and if she was happy, and finally, if she'd been with Chris.  She never lies in her sleep.  Thank God for that.

She had, of course, and I immediately became ill.  I was shaking, my head felt like it was going to burst, and my heart just stopped.  I started to feel my rage build, but I couldn't do anything, because she was asleep.  I wanted to yell, to scream, and to tell her exactly how much she'd hurt me.  I woke her up, roughly, and started to.  It was insane.  She just sat there like a punished 10 year old, with her head hung low, and her eyes on the floor.  I got through it all, after about 90 mins or so, and I asked her what she had to say in her defense.  She said that they'd started drinking, and she started to leave, so she could be home when I got off work.  He walked over to her, put his arms around her, and basically forced/seduced her.  She started sobbing, and telling me she was ashamed to tell me, and that she was afraid this would happen, and that I hated her.

Isn't it odd, how when a woman cries, you just turn to jello?  I couldn't argue with her, and couldn't even be angry at her anymore.  I believed her.

Things started going a little better, and then, after about a couple of months, things got worse than ever.  We fought all the time, but we were still trying to make it work.  It could, and we knew it.

Fate, it seems, is not without a sick sense of humor.  One night, after work, I ran into Chris on the local drag strip.  He motioned to me to pull over, with a very serious look on his face.

I pulled over ready to rip into him, both verbally and physically, and he said he needed to say something.  He said that when he was finished, I could kill him if I wanted to.  I told him I knew what happened, and that I never wanted to see or speak to him again.  He asked what had happened to Rena, and I told him that she was at home.  He looked stunned for a moment, and then asked me exactly what she told me.  I told him the whole story, and his eyes darkened with a rage that I had never seen in him.

According to him, it was almost the opposite, but that she really didn't have to force him.  He said that she was just as willing as he was, and even showed me a set of marks on his back.  It could only mean one thing, and I knew it.  He was telling me the truth.  Rena would do that.  She said to me at one point when we first met, that she did it on purpose with every guy that she was with for the first time.  She'd done it to me, and I knew it.  They were up and down, meaning that she would have to have access to his back from almost a sideways angle.  It's actually a technique used in forensic studies to disprove false rape claims.

Here's where everthing started to end.....

To be continued........

As always,

Life is in the air.........