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The ex-files...1991 to 1997.
The ex-files...1991 to 1997.
“So nobody ever told us baby,
how it was gonna be.
So what'll happen to us, baby?
Guess we'll have to wait and see.”
College wrapped up for my ex. She graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Interior Design, a totally pointless two year pursuit if you ask me. To this day she has never done anything even remotely related to that field.
I had asked her to marry me during the winter of 1990. I remember when we told our families, no one was happy. I wish I was joking about this. There was not one supportive word from anyone, but we pushed forward anyway. We were a speeding train on the rails to oblivion, sans brakes. Years later I found out that her father, with tears in his eyes, begged my father to persuade me to call it off. Maybe I would have listened, but I doubt it. I think the more that people told me it was a bad idea, the more I dug my heels in. I’m proud to say that these days I’m a little less stubborn.
The wedding date was set for May of 1992 and the year prior to that was spent doing wedding stuff. Actually they were spent being yelled at and not having sex. She would go off on me for not being involved enough in the wedding plans and when I tried to get involved, I got yelled at and was told to just stay out of it. I could not win. Our sex life had dwindled down to once a month if I was lucky and if I questioned why we not having sex, I got the ever-popular “is that all you think about?” speech. My life was truly turning to shit. I could not believe that the cute, quiet girl I knew had turned into this raging, vindictive bitch. Looking back, I also can’t believe I put up with it. Where the fuck was my head at?
Our wedding day was uneventful. The groomsmen met at my apartment where there was one last attempt at an intervention. We piled in the limousine and started drinking. It was nine in the morning and by the time I arrived at the church I had a solid buzz going. While waiting in the back, my best man once more offered to drive us out of here. Had I known what lay in store for me I would have left, but for reasons that seem vague at this point in my life I chose to stay. Now I will admit that when she walked down the aisle, my heart stopped. She was stunning. All the crap that we had dealt each other faded and I felt like the luckiest man alive. I don’t recall much of the ceremony or the pictures. I do remember that the reception was the worst I had ever been to. The DJ’s were terrible and no one danced. I was smoking pot and doing lines with some friends and could not wait to get out of there. We went back to the hotel with the bridal party, got hammered, counted money and were asleep by midnight. Shutdown on my wedding night.
The honeymoon was only four days due to the fact that my boss said if I took anymore time off that I wouldn’t have a job when I got back. We did a little bed and breakfast on a nearby island, had sex twice and came home to start our life together.
For the first couple of years we rented a converted summer home on a lake up in the hills. It wasn't much and cold as hell in the winter, but the rent was right and we were trying to get settled. She had me essentially remodel the entire place to suit her needs. All of the money we got for out wedding…gone into a place that we didn't even own. I should have put my foot down, but at this point I was 100% pussified. Every week I gave her my paycheck and she gave my $30 for gas. There was never any extra money and if I asked where it all went, I got screamed at. I remember money getting real tight and telling her that she would have to look into getting a second job. With the reaction she gave, you would have thought I had suggested anal sex with sand-filled Vaseline. She could not believe that I had the nerve to ask her to work more. She couldn’t understand why her $8/hour was not enough. That fight raged for days, but in the end she finally agreed to help out. What a fucking angel.
In the winter of 1995, she decided that she needed a house. The renting had gone on long enough and we needed to be looking for a place that we could afford. We got pre-approved for a mortgage and started looking. I don’t think we actually looked at too many places before we settled on an old farmhouse. Hindsight being 20/20, this was not a good starter home. There was work to be done, no heat on the second floor and some questionable remodeling work done by the previous owners. The place did have “vibe” and that’s what sold us. In three months, we raised enough money to pay off any outstanding debt and come up with the down payment. She sort of put in extra hours, but I worked my ass off. 80 to 90 hour weeks, selling of guitars and other things. We signed the paperwork and the house was ours. No sooner was the ink dry when I was presented with a “to-do” list. If I wasn’t at work or my second job, I was working on the house. Not that I’m saying this is wrong, but her list had to be done yesterday and if I had five minutes to myself she would find something for me to do. It wasn’t as if the house was inhabitable. On the contrary it was quite nice as is. She just wanted it her way ASAP and that meant I would have to make it happen. I remember a glorious spring Saturday when I managed to not have to be anywhere working. It was my first day off in months. All I wanted to do was relax and she completely lost it. I was a lazy fucker for not wanting to do anything.
I could go into a million little details on how she ran my life, but they would all lead to the same place. Couples in trouble do one of two things to make the relationship better. They either try and have a child or buy a house. The house was the beginning of the end for us.
Cool things my ex-wife did during these years ‒
- I honestly can not think of a single one.
Wild/erotic things my ex-wife did during these years ‒
- Once, after cumming in her pussy she got this really wicked look on her face. She got off me and sat on my face while I sucked her dry. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t even think twice. This was so out of character for her that I was completely turned on. It also never happened again.
Shitty things my ex-wife did during these years ‒
-Told my father to go fuck himself when he wouldn’t loan her money to buy the house. She asked him without my knowledge and I did not find out about this incident until recently.
- Fucked the guitar player in my band. While I have no concrete proof of this, there’s so much circumstantial evidence that a jury would have no problem delivering a guilty verdict.
6/19/2005 1:02 pm
And people wonder about those dayummmm country' songs'..."all my Ex's..live in Texas"...style things'...mmmm...can see readin' you...some of them' make sense...sad thing'...hope your life is better now...shebaby'|
6/19/2005 1:48 pm
Damn! What a f*cking bitch! Glad you're out of that one. Sounds like you learned from that mistake though and won't do it again!|
6/19/2005 4:40 pm
Your friends should have clubbed you over the head in the limo, hijacked your ass, and then ship you somewhere far away to make your way home and hopefully meet someone decent on the way back. |
~~"I can scream as loud as your last one, but I can't claim innocence."~~
6/19/2005 5:58 pm
Ahh yes...but the story isn't over yet!|