A Halloween cheating wife story

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“No problem Bob,” Joe said. “See ya around,” he added as he and Bill headed for the picnic table.

“Beautiful country, ain’t it?” Bob asked. I looked at the rolling hills and the trees that covered them.

“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t get much better than this. But I know you didn’t chase them boys off to talk about the scenery. What’s on your mind, Bob?”

“You’re right,” he said. “I didn’t. How well do you know this Marissa girl?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“How well do you ever know anyone?” I asked. “I thought I knew Jenny, but you see where that ended up. I reckon she got blinded by money and fancy cars and hooked up with some medical student.”

“Jenny,” Bob said, nodding his head. “Yeah. I felt bad about that. I thought surely the two of you would, you know. Hell, boy, we all thought the two of you were made for each other. I guess things happen for a reason.”

“What are you getting at, Bob?” I asked.

“Look, I’m not your daddy, but I’ve always loved you like a son,” he said, putting his arm around me. I nodded.

“I’ve thought of you as a second father, Bob,” I said. “You were always good to my mom and I appreciate that a bunch.”

“I just want to make sure you’re thinking with your big brain here, not your little brain, if you know what I mean,” he said. I smiled at that. Bob could be salty at times without getting profane. I guess that was one of the things I really admired about him.

“Have you thought about where you might be in, say, nineteen or twenty years?” he asked. I looked at him wondering where he was going with this. “Seriously? Where will you and Marissa be by then? What will you be doing?” I shook my head.

“I really haven’t thought about it,” I said.

“Maybe you should,” he said. He looked out over the draw at the rolling hills beyond. “Go on,” he added, “take a look out there and think about the future. Let’s do it together, you and me.” I looked at the hills and started thinking…

The next two decades seemed to fly. It was a bit like watching a movie on fast-forward. Marissa and I married and enjoyed a nice honeymoon in Las Vegas. I got a job as an IT consultant for a private firm that services realtors and small financial companies and was doing quite well.

That first October after we married, Marissa went to one of her “time-outs” and we screwed like rabbits when she got back. A few weeks after she returned, she told me she was pregnant. I was ecstatic and we celebrated with a nice dinner out.

She gave birth to twin girls, Lisa and April, and they grew into miniature versions of their mother. I loved spending time with my girls and watched them grow into beautiful young ladies. I knew they would become heart-breakers and actually thought about buying a shotgun.

Shortly after they were born, I suggested taking them to church and having them christened. Marissa about blew a gasket.

“No,” she said emphatically. “You will NOT take my children to any church.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“I went to church with you once and it was the most horrific experience of my life,” she said. “I absolutely will not let you take the girls to any church. End of discussion.”

As she walked away, I wondered what brought all that on. I shook my head and carried on. Other than that one blow-up, though, Marissa and I got along well.

We moved several times over those 20 years. Most of it was due to Marissa’s desire to get something newer and bigger, but part of it was due to the fact that I never really felt comfortable in any of the houses we lived in. Things would be nice at first, but after about two or three years, I would start seeing shadows out of the corner of my eyes. I also heard strange disembodied voices and saw things move all by themselves. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but I knew what I had experienced. Eventually, I would get to the point that I didn’t feel safe and constantly felt chills going up and down my spine.

Marissa thought I was being silly, but she didn’t totally dismiss my feelings. We would move — again — and find something bigger, newer and better. And the cycle would repeat about two years later.

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