Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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Her heart began beating faster just knowing that he was in the room. Yet she still remembered the Alexander that she had seen and the words that he had spoken. This is the sort of wife I want, one who can accept that her husband knows best and will take her whenever he pleases...whenever he pleases...whenever he pleases.... She could not forget what he had done. Coupling without love. Coupling to show ownership.
When he first spoke, she turned from the view outside to stare at him. Yet, inside, her brain reminded her that he was her husband. And that she had loved him. Had. Could she ever find that love again?
Veronique my love, I know you will never forgive me for what I did and it is no use asking you to but please listen to me, I have no excuses, it was wrong, so very, very wrong and I regret it bitterly, but now you have seen both sides of me and I know which side we both prefer, I have banished my dark temper, it is no more, If you don't trust me I perfectly understand but you can provoke me all you wish and you will never see that Alexander again.
His eyes were pleading, but she knew that this was not something that a few platitudes could repair. This would require work.
“You hurt me. I speak not just of the physical pain. I had trusted you. You knew the kind of woman you were marrying. I never hid any of that from you. I am a woman with a perfectly intelligent brain, able to understand complex ideas. I have never been one to stay home and sit by the fire with needlework. Did you not see how I handled myself in France? How I handled the advances of your disgusting “friend”? Someone that would fuck a woman that in all likelihood has given him the pox! For God’s sake, she would fuck anything in trousers.”
She paused for breath, and before he could speak, she raised a hand to stop him. He was quiet.
“And speaking of that friend of yours, never send him here to do that which you should be doing yourself. The disgusting man had heard what had occurred between us, which was one of the reasons that I returned home. He came here to offer me asylum at his manor to protect me from your temper. The man spent most of the adventure pawing me and kissing my neck. Since he was the leader, I kept my complaints to myself though I was quite liberal with the use of my elbow and the heel of my shoe. I could handle him, and did. The point is that I should not have to. Just what kind of “friend” do you have? I am sorry that he is your friend but I prefer that if you have him here again, it is when I am not around.”
Sadness flirted across her face. “I never mentioned divorce. Never. What I said was that that if you want a wife that stays at home and occasionally takes fencing lessons, I cannot be that kind of wife. You are saddled with the kind of wife that I am. I am the kind that if I think that I can help in your adventures, then I will. If I don’t want to or am unable to, then I won’t. But my going with you is to help you, is to enjoy life. I accept your dandified personage as that is something that you must do. That is what couples do. Make concessions. But you cannot have it both ways. Accept me as I accept you, or accept that we will have a loveless marriage.”
She was suddenly tired, and crossed to sit down in a chair.
“Speaking of your persona, Anna has noticed the lack of your usual gay self. I will leave it up to you to decide just how you want to explain it to her.”
When he first spoke, she turned from the view outside to stare at him. Yet, inside, her brain reminded her that he was her husband. And that she had loved him. Had. Could she ever find that love again?
Veronique my love, I know you will never forgive me for what I did and it is no use asking you to but please listen to me, I have no excuses, it was wrong, so very, very wrong and I regret it bitterly, but now you have seen both sides of me and I know which side we both prefer, I have banished my dark temper, it is no more, If you don't trust me I perfectly understand but you can provoke me all you wish and you will never see that Alexander again.
His eyes were pleading, but she knew that this was not something that a few platitudes could repair. This would require work.
“You hurt me. I speak not just of the physical pain. I had trusted you. You knew the kind of woman you were marrying. I never hid any of that from you. I am a woman with a perfectly intelligent brain, able to understand complex ideas. I have never been one to stay home and sit by the fire with needlework. Did you not see how I handled myself in France? How I handled the advances of your disgusting “friend”? Someone that would fuck a woman that in all likelihood has given him the pox! For God’s sake, she would fuck anything in trousers.”
She paused for breath, and before he could speak, she raised a hand to stop him. He was quiet.
“And speaking of that friend of yours, never send him here to do that which you should be doing yourself. The disgusting man had heard what had occurred between us, which was one of the reasons that I returned home. He came here to offer me asylum at his manor to protect me from your temper. The man spent most of the adventure pawing me and kissing my neck. Since he was the leader, I kept my complaints to myself though I was quite liberal with the use of my elbow and the heel of my shoe. I could handle him, and did. The point is that I should not have to. Just what kind of “friend” do you have? I am sorry that he is your friend but I prefer that if you have him here again, it is when I am not around.”
Sadness flirted across her face. “I never mentioned divorce. Never. What I said was that that if you want a wife that stays at home and occasionally takes fencing lessons, I cannot be that kind of wife. You are saddled with the kind of wife that I am. I am the kind that if I think that I can help in your adventures, then I will. If I don’t want to or am unable to, then I won’t. But my going with you is to help you, is to enjoy life. I accept your dandified personage as that is something that you must do. That is what couples do. Make concessions. But you cannot have it both ways. Accept me as I accept you, or accept that we will have a loveless marriage.”
She was suddenly tired, and crossed to sit down in a chair.
“Speaking of your persona, Anna has noticed the lack of your usual gay self. I will leave it up to you to decide just how you want to explain it to her.”