The woman I've been seeing, was apparently married.
Im in her kitchen, drinking some tea she made me and in comes this huge guy with a crazed look in his eye and before I knew whats up he grabs me by the throat and bashes my face in with those brass knuckles. Im 5'10 and 145 lbs tops...he was atleast 6'2 and built like a UFC fighter, so I think busting my face with brass knuckles was a tad much.
The woman is screaming at him to let go of me, and she gets smacked...Cursing and swearing ensues...I decide to drive out and as Im pulling away from the house, with my cheekbone all shattered and bloody, she runs by the side of my car and begs me to let her in.
I let her in, and as we drive, I wait for her to speak up. After about 2 minutes of silence from my part, and sobbing from her part, I cant take it, and just explode "Who the f...ck was that???" She goes and says its her husband. So I ask, "estranged?"
And get this, she starts crying and says no, she still loves him dearly, but is confused and is also in love with me. WTF
Keep in mind I met this woman at work just 2 weeks ago. I've only ever been to her house once before, and she made sure to hide from me any signs of a 'husband' being present. That I havent heard anything about him for 2 whole weeks is puzzling, since I was basically under the impression that she was a single girl. I mean, dont married women mention to their lovers that what they've got going is basically an affair? I thought we had a budding and sexually satisfying relationship
I pull over, and make a u turn...driving her back to her 'roided up pitbull of a husband. She is scared of him, and claims to never have cheated on him before (yeah right, there was absolutely no awkwardness to her sexual initiation with me, she basically made the first move and seemed single). I drop her at the curb to her house, making sure that son of a ***** husband of hers isnt waiting by the porch.
Anyways, I see signs of BPD... she does have abandonment issues in particular, and any feigned hint that Im losing interest in her in the past made her go into emotional bouts of despair.
Still, I look at my bashed up face, 7 stitches later and I have nothing but ill regard and hate for her. Her one solace is that she's a HB9, got breast implants and a smoking body. As much as I hate her, I admit sex was great. Im uber motivated in faking the relationship to just further stick it to her piece of **** husband by making a cuckold out of him.
Is that wrong? A part of me identifies with him, but then again, its not like I knew about him at all. I made sure he got that part. Didnt stop him from beating me senseless. I was a victim just like he was of a dishonest woman. But the nature of his assault makes me have no remorse at all when I screw her again.
Im in her kitchen, drinking some tea she made me and in comes this huge guy with a crazed look in his eye and before I knew whats up he grabs me by the throat and bashes my face in with those brass knuckles. Im 5'10 and 145 lbs tops...he was atleast 6'2 and built like a UFC fighter, so I think busting my face with brass knuckles was a tad much.
The woman is screaming at him to let go of me, and she gets smacked...Cursing and swearing ensues...I decide to drive out and as Im pulling away from the house, with my cheekbone all shattered and bloody, she runs by the side of my car and begs me to let her in.
I let her in, and as we drive, I wait for her to speak up. After about 2 minutes of silence from my part, and sobbing from her part, I cant take it, and just explode "Who the f...ck was that???" She goes and says its her husband. So I ask, "estranged?"
And get this, she starts crying and says no, she still loves him dearly, but is confused and is also in love with me. WTF
Keep in mind I met this woman at work just 2 weeks ago. I've only ever been to her house once before, and she made sure to hide from me any signs of a 'husband' being present. That I havent heard anything about him for 2 whole weeks is puzzling, since I was basically under the impression that she was a single girl. I mean, dont married women mention to their lovers that what they've got going is basically an affair? I thought we had a budding and sexually satisfying relationship
I pull over, and make a u turn...driving her back to her 'roided up pitbull of a husband. She is scared of him, and claims to never have cheated on him before (yeah right, there was absolutely no awkwardness to her sexual initiation with me, she basically made the first move and seemed single). I drop her at the curb to her house, making sure that son of a ***** husband of hers isnt waiting by the porch.
Anyways, I see signs of BPD... she does have abandonment issues in particular, and any feigned hint that Im losing interest in her in the past made her go into emotional bouts of despair.
Still, I look at my bashed up face, 7 stitches later and I have nothing but ill regard and hate for her. Her one solace is that she's a HB9, got breast implants and a smoking body. As much as I hate her, I admit sex was great. Im uber motivated in faking the relationship to just further stick it to her piece of **** husband by making a cuckold out of him.
Is that wrong? A part of me identifies with him, but then again, its not like I knew about him at all. I made sure he got that part. Didnt stop him from beating me senseless. I was a victim just like he was of a dishonest woman. But the nature of his assault makes me have no remorse at all when I screw her again.