Originally Posted by Eastcoast1956
In the last four months I have become a real slut after denying my sexual wants for two decades to try and keep my husband from telling people that should not be told they are full of shit. It stoped working.
My wife withheld sex for two decades in an attempt to help my father keep from being embarrassed. She then got a call from her mother thinking that her daughter needed contact with some one from her past. It backfired and the ripples have not been stopped yet.
Three years ago I developed MRSA in my spine that left me without much feeling from just below my hips down. The doctor told me to consider myself lucky. most people don't recover as much as I did.
the MRSA is still playing havoc with me. After my wife had a one night stand with her old boyfriend, the ball really started rolling. I hammered him, his family, his job. My father came over after I got out of the stress center and really put the screws on. Asked me where I ever got the thought that I was as good as anyone else.
He told me I was not supposed to ever get married or have children of my own. That was for his other two sons and daughter. It would have been better if I had been a monk and served others that were my social superiors. I have never subscribed to that theory, I was never meant to be subservient to people that would use me to their own ends.
I decided that since I was turned into a monk in my own home, I may as well leave and go someplace that is far away from my father and wife.
I had an uncle that died a couple of years ago and had a 14x70 mobile home that was about two hundred miles from anywhere on the Wyoming side of the black hills. My cousins said I could rent it for basic care and taxes. So I started to move out. I had just about completed loading the Uhaul I was going to tow when it felt like someone took an iron band and pulled it tight it around my chest. When I woke up several days later I had a slit down the side of my chest. A ventilator mask on, and a nurse taking my blood pressure and vitals. I had a new pick line inserted and knew that the lesion on my heart had opened like the doctors said could happen with to much exsursion.
The problems have been hard, this is the first opportunity I have had to get on a computer and found my wife's confession on several sites including the fact she fucked a black man to help another man land a job, and she liked it.
She thinks that the nurses a OTs are not letting me on the computer yet but I was getting truly bored, I also found out both my father and wife have been in court for abuse of an adult. My wife pleaded guilty and has to wear a house arrest ankle bracelet. She has to get permission to go any where. My father pleaded not guilty. I guess the judge told him he should never have been a father.
My wife has to care for me when I return home. This is part of her sentence. I was deposed for what I had thought happened in my life, but when the judge walked in to my cubicle in CCU, to ask me why I had put up with things so long, I told her I had not known that the laws had changed near the end of the ninetys and I thought that I was stuck with a bi-polar wife forever.
The judge said she hears it more often than not about how my state has failed mentally ill people and their families to save the state money on long term care. She said what I have done is commendable, but it has hurt me, and is continuing to hurt me. She wants my wife and me to appear one year from now. If I am still alive at that point I will.
When I go home I hear I have a black man that expects me to be a servant to him as a cuckold husband. He says that he will not put up with any shit from me even in my own home. Told my wife I am to be a servant while they have sex, not going to happen. I don't care that he showed my wife a .45 ACP. Saying that he would use it if I did not do exactly as expected. I will go into my home with the total intention if he poses a threat to me and is waiting as promised to be informed of my duties, we will probably both be hauled out with sheets over our face. I wont go directly in but get my antique ten gauge out. It has a eighteen inch barrel and more stopping power at close range than his ACP.
I will not be humiliated, laughed at, or used any more. In my own home I do consider myself inviolet. If there has to be a body count so be it.
My family does not know that I have this weapon. I found it in a basement years ago when I was helping a friend clean it out. He gave it to me thinking you could not get shells for it any more. I found a place to get the shells. I have it hidden in the shed.