Many readers have wrote me and wanted to know Darcy's side. So here is her story. A big 'Thank You' goes out to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, who give me guidance, wisdom and are darn good editors.
My husband Rhett wrote a story, 'Regrets', to tell you about our life. A number of people wanted to know why I took him back. Here's my side of the story.
Rhett and I were high school sweethearts. After graduation he started college and we dated whenever he was home. I tried to take birth control pills but had an allergic reaction to them and stopped taking them. We used condoms most of the time. Once or twice we slipped up. I figured that's when I got pregnant with our first daughter Amber. We got married, but life for me was still great. Two years later, we had Brittany. She wasn't an accident. We had a pretty normal life: things were tight and money was always an issue.
Rhett was going to school but dropped out due to our financial situation. His dad got him a great job at the local automotive plant. He was making really good money. I was able to pick up a part-time job at the local school. I worked in the cafeteria. Together we were able to make ends meet and eventually bought a home. It had three bedrooms and even had a nice pool. I knew we had found our dream home together.
After the birth of the girls our love life dropped off pretty drastically. Between working, cleaning, taking care of the girls, and everything else that came up, it took its toll on me. I just wasn't in the mood for sex after working and cleaning all day. Sleep was the first thing on my mind. I often thought if he would help me a little more, he would get a little more. I think a lot of young couples go through that stage. The husband's mother always did everything for him and he expected his wife to do the same.
As far as being a good lover, Rhett was that. Other than some petting, I had never been with another man. To me, it didn't get any better; I was more than satisfied with making love to Rhett. He seemed to really care that I had an orgasm. I had everything from mini to major, depending on our moods. We made love in about all positions except anal and oral.
We bought a computer and Rhett started going out to adult web sites. He started asking me strange things in our bed like, "Do you want other men? Ever do it with a black man? Do you like showing yourself off to other guys?" He even said a few worse things. I was getting a little worried about him.
After one of these bizarre episodes, I told him, "Brett, Honey, I don't want other men. All I want is you. I promise you that I will never cheat on you with God as my witness." I was thinking that maybe someone had lied to him about me. I wanted him to know he could trust me.
He started acting a little weird around me. Call it women's intuition, but I felt something was wrong. He went out with the guys and before even kissing me, he would wash up or shower. I started to watch him closer to see if he had a problem. We would sit outside watching the girls play and wave to the neighbors walking or jogging. One day I saw him waving to a slut named Jennifer. I had found out at work that she and her husband were swingers. He was a total loser and she dressed about as slutty as she could get away with in our town. I told Rhett she was bad news and to stay away from her.
One day I invited a few of the neighbor girls over for a swim since Rhett called and would be working overtime. Some of the gals even brought over their kids. We were having a good time. One gal named Alice said she had a headache. I sent her in to get a couple of aspirins and wondered what was taking her so long. I went in and there she was with Rhett. He had told me that he had just got home but by the look of her swimsuit top, which needed adjusting, it didn't seem like he had just arrived. I didn't say anything because I wasn't positive and wasn't about to start an argument without any facts. Alice went back out to the pool and I just stared at Rhett. I remember them saying something about him rubbing her temples and I said, "That better be all he rubs."
He quickly said he would grill the hot dogs for the kids and I guess I let it slide. I was starting to get concerned about our marriage. Maybe it wasn't as strong as I thought. I know that talking with some of the other mothers that most families had similar problems to ours.
It was about a week later when the shit hit the fan. Carl, the pervert, Jennifer's husband, was at my door. He asked to speak to me. I was cooking so I told him to wait and I would be right back, I didn't want that pervert in my house. I went into the kitchen to turn the burners down on the stove and all of a sudden I felt a hand grab my tit. I swung around and there was Carl with a depraved grin on his face.
I pushed him back, grabbed a butcher knife and swung it at him. "Get the fuck out of my house, you perverted son-of-a-bitch," I screamed.
He looked scared as I approached him. He quickly moved backward out the door. I was screaming obscenities at him while he stood in my yard.
"You husband sent me here. He wanted to swap partners with me and Jenny. If you don't believe me call Jen and ask her."
"You immoral, warped mother-fucker, if you ever come near me or my house again, I promise you I'll cut your fucking balls off!"
He went running down the street to his house.
When my heartbeat returned to normal I took a couple of deep breaths and called the bastard's wife. She told me that she was at my house and had sex with my husband. She said that Rhett told her he would love to see me fucking another man and sucking his cock. According to Jen he even said that Carl could come and fuck me.
I felt totally betrayed. I told her that if I saw either her or her perverted husband at my house I would shoot them both; then I slammed down the phone. I just sat there and cried. I couldn't believe Rhett would say such a thing. I decided to call my mum and have her keep the kids for a while longer until I had a chance to hear Rhett's side of the story.
When Rhett came home I was sitting at the table crying. He asked me what was wrong and I told him about the conversation with Jen. He broke down and told me that he did have sex with her. When I asked him about including me in his perverted lifestyle, he tried to make excuses. He told me that it was his fantasies talking. I told him to get the fuck out of my house. What man who loves his wife would want her being manhandled and fucked by other men?
He kept trying to tell me that he didn't mean it. He didn't want other men being intimate with me.
"Please forgive me, Darcy. I didn't mean it. I love you."
"You self-centered mother-fucking bastard. All you care about is yourself and your fucking dick. Get the fuck out of my house right now before I shoot your sorry ass. I want nothing more to do with you." He left and I was crying. I needed someone to talk to, so I called my Mum.
I talked to my mum and explained some of what happened. My family stood by me at every step. Other than mum, my family hated Rhett for what he had done. They kind of treated him as an outcast. Even his family acted nicer toward me than they did him.
At first I was glad that he was treated badly because of what he had done to our family. I went to the lawyer's office and filed for a divorce. I asked for everything and pretty much got it. He didn't fight it at all. He knew he was the sole cause of our failed marriage. After awhile when cooler heads prevailed, I kept an eye on him. I now both hated and loved the same man, if that's possible.
We set up an agreement for him to see the girls. They loved their father and he was a good father to them. He stopped by to see them a couple of times a week. Usually he took them to his parents' house or out somewhere one day each weekend. He was there for them during any school functions. I remember always seeing him in the back row. Our agreement was no interaction between him and me, no kissing, hugging, touches of any kind. He abided by the rules.
Many times he asked for a second chance. My answer was always, "No." He cheated on me and he had to pay the price. The worst day of my life came when I received my copies of the divorce paper. My marriage was over. I had Mum take the kids that day; I needed to be alone. I cried my heart out. Rhett stopped by to see the girls but I remember telling him, "Not today."
I cried myself to sleep that night. I decided that starting the next day I would try to forget about the bastard and make a great life for me and the girls.
It's hard to explain unless you've been through it. I loved this man with all my heart and he broke it; it was as though he stomped on it. People tried to get me to start dating and go out but I always refused. I didn't just want a man, I wanted my Rhett back and my life back the way it was before the cheating. He kept asking for second chances and I kept refusing. I couldn't take that chance of him doing it again to me. You see, I have two distinct personalties. There is the sweet homemaker and mother who looks after her home and family. It's the one I prefer to be, and it's the one everyone loves.
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