-“Once upon a time Jose, I had it all.
I had a pretty wife, a small cozy home, and a good job.
What else could I ask for -- perhaps a few kids? What I was not aware of then, was that I was a chimp.
It’s my fault too in a way. I refused to acknowledge what was evident to others.”
-“Why were you a chimp Charlie?”
-“Cause I was – I am. Look at me now. I am happy to score rotten bananas from the trash bins of the Central Market. Anyways, I did everything I was supposed to do – and more.
I paid all the bills; I would even clean the house, cook, and iron her uniform while she went to school to be a nurse. She had nothing to worry about besides her studies.
So, after she graduated, right away I saw how she changed. It was as if she was more important now, better somehow now that she was making more than me.
It started with her co-worker, another nurse picking her up for carpooling. He would visit also on days off, and they would exclude me and others from their conversations, or be on the phone on other occasions.
Anyways, one day my back was acting out, so I came home early from work. Everything is normal, until I see his car in the driveway. Something made me park out in the street and come in quietly. As I walked the long corridor to our bedroom, I could make out the grunting sound, like wild animals behind the closed door.
My heart was racing, and I almost felt lightheaded as my sweaty palm softly opened the door, just an inch or two. What I saw is something I will never forget Jose.
I saw that my loving wife was on her knees, getting fucked vigorously from the rear.
Her expression reflected on the closet mirrors doors, was one of excruciating pain, mingled with ecstasy. She was getting reamed like a common whore -- my own wife!
I was stupefied and rooted on the spot; It was shocking and disgusting to see how she was getting ridden like a mare in heat. Yet, I lost it when the nurse yelled to her 'You’re my bitch!' as he soundly slapped her ass while he sodomized her." Charlie said this with barely contained rage.
-“What did you do then?” Jose asked incredulously.
-“Like I said, I lost it. I wanted to tear his head off, and separate them. With a war cry I kicked the door in and jumped on the bed, and we became a circus of three. I delivering punches everywhere, I was so enraged that I was seeing red.
It was disgusting Jose. They were not even using condoms for anal sex!
This infuriated me even more, as the insulated small room took a surreal odor of sweat, raw passion, rage and shit.
So anyways, after I unplugged those two, I smashed his nose in. The bitch came out to defend him and started ridding on my back like a banshee and scratching my face.
Even though my back was out of whack, I was able to indiscriminately deliver the punches, even hitting her in the process.
The closet mirror doors cracked even when I grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the mirrors over and over, until I almost knocked him unconscious and smeared his blood all over those.
In summary, I was arrested for domestic violence and aggravated assault. She put a restraining order against me, and I was barred from my own home. So, I let it go. I let everything go Jose. I was a mess and I could not produce at work. I lost my job, as well as my faith in God and humanity.
For a long time I harbored these dark fantasies of revenge. Curiously not towards her, but towards him. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me. He had taken everything that I loved from me.
I had already been to jail anyways. It's not that bad in there after you acclimate." Charlie said with an eerie glint on his face.
-"I don't agree with you on that one Charlie, but tell me, did you take revenge?"
-"The only thing that would calm the rage consuming me like acid was the crutch of a drink. Eventually that was all I needed. I was lost in oblivion of drunkenness. Other times I simply curled up and cried like a baby.
So, I did not take revenge partly because sometimes I blamed myself too, and wondered if I had not been man enough for her. But I think that it was her own vanity that did her in. And what goes around, comes around anyways. He was married too, eventually he left her and stayed with his wife.
So, what’s your story Jose?” Charlie asked as he leaned back to rest comfortably on an improvised pillow of a trash bag.
To be continued…
