The moon found me alone that night. No sign of Robin or my kids. Just as well as the desire to water board Robin was still coursing through my veins. Rather than sit and mope, I destroyed Robin’s wedding dress. Box cutters work really well, if you ever find yourself needing to know what to use. Our little paper shredding machine was up to the challenge of destroying any picture of Robin. Years from now my kids might wonder why there aren’t any pictures of them being cherished by their mother. I can always attribute it to Robin being camera shy.
Robin returned but didn’t stay long. I guess she doesn’t like the idea of sleeping on the couch. Spending time with the kids really helped to brighten my day.
“How long are you going to play the martyr?”
“How long are you going to play the slut?”
“Deal with it Ned. It started off innocently but once we had sex, well he’s better than you and I don’t intend to stop seeing him. Help me move my stuff back into the bedroom and you’ll get lucky.”
“My idea of getting lucky is you taking a steak knife and slitting your wrists.”
“How about I just divorce your whiney ass. Is that what you want? I can easily find someone else YOUR kids can call DADDY! Think about it. You’ll be giving me all of your paycheck and some other guy will be getting my pussy. Now get your head out of your ass or that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
When I blocked her attempt to reach our bedroom, she took the kids and fled the scene.
After a few days, Robin and the kids moved back in. Although we shared a bed, I’ve pushed her onto the floor every time she tries to snuggle.
“Look Ned, if you don’t start fulfilling your husband duty, of having sex, including you doing oral on me, I’m going to start bringing men home. Maybe that’s what you want. Is that it? Do you want to sit there wanking away while some REAL man makes love to me?”
I grabbed and yanked a handful of Robin’s curled hair. Pulling her to within a whisker of my nose “If you have sex in front of MY kids I will make you and him pay. Got it bitch?”
For the first time in this debacle, there was fear in Robin’s eyes. That didn’t stop her from baiting me as she raced down the hall and slammed the bedroom door shut.
“You’re going to be paying me every month for the next sixteen years!”
We didn’t share a bed that night, as the door remained locked. I was running out of time. She will likely file for divorce soon, and all of the nightmares of me supporting her and her lovers will become reality.
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The recipe for disaster is to leave a beaten man alone in his house for several hours every night. Eventually I settled on a solution that works really well for me. Whether I get away with it or not remained to be seen. I knew I had to try.
Waiting for the opportune time, the revenge gods smiled on me. Robin had just put the kids down for the night when she hit me with “I’m going out for the night. Don’t wait up for me.”
That was the spark that lit the fuse. As she left the kitchen, into the garage, I jumped her. Sitting on her back, pinning her to the cement floor, I quickly wrapped duct tape around her head, sealing her mouth shut. Pinning her hands behind her back, I duct taped them together. Even though Robin was thrashing around, I was able to do dump her sorry ass into the trunk of her car.