Chapter 3

I wanted to punch the bitch’s lights out. But, what would that accomplish? Maybe the Big Chicken Dinner, a Bad Conduct Discharge. I have three children that I spend way too little time with now. If we divorce I may never see them again. Do I love MaryAnn? Shit, I really don’t know. I never analyzed it. MaryAnn was just my wife; my children’s mother. You are supposed to love your wife, right? We’ve gone through everything together. Then it really hit me. We haven’t gone through the last two and a half years together. She has done everything alone. She has been both mother and father. I know nothing of what she has had to do to keep the family together. If she was keeping it together with LTJG Fuckhead helping her out, I really can’t complain.

Her developing a relationship with someone else, is that really her fault? If I had been with her here she would not have even given LTJG Victor MacDonald the time of day. I believe I know her well enough to know that her reaching out to him was not 100% sex. I’ll bet the percentage is closer to 20-30%. She needed someone to talk to and be with besides the kids and Melba.

I will ask her what she wants -- tomorrow.

I went to my boss, the XO and told him I needed a day off.

It was a Wednesday. I didn’t say anything to MaryAnn on Tuesday. Wednesday morning I told her I wasn’t going to work and when the kids got on the school bus I wanted to take her to breakfast. I know she was thinking the breakfast place on base or maybe Denny’s. For this talk we went to the big hotel in downtown Albany and had a real breakfast with eggs Benedict and Champagne.

When we finished breakfast I popped the question. “Do you want a divorce?

She looked at me with a surprised look. “You’re asking me?”

“Who else should I ask” I cleverly replied. She said “I thought you would be telling me, not asking, Neil.”

“Well, I’m asking.” She quickly replied “NO! I want you, not a divorce” My response was “Can you give Victor up? I mean completely. I don’t want you to go near him ever again.”

Did I mention MaryAnn has striking green eyes? Well, those eyes were brimming with tears when she said, “I never want to see him again now I have you. Let’s get out of here and go home to make the love I wanted to make when my sailor first came home, but my guilt got in the way. I really do love you Neil.” These were words that were spoken to get her what she wanted and, as I was to sadly learn, were not sincere. I had to learn the hard way how she had perfected her lying.

So what if I was the beneficiary of a sexy wife that was taught sex tricks by LTJG Fuckhead? I liked the perfect blowjobs and the repertoire of sex positions right out of the Kamasutra. She even offered her ass on a good night. That could have been because her pussy was getting a bit sore, but so what. I could (should?) have asked the snarky question “you learned all this in just a few times with Victor?” What the hell, why fuck up a good thing?