Trust and disgust

TRUST AND DISGUST
by
Bobjj123

I’ve felt the sweet taste of revenge for wrongs perpetrated against me and the joy in knowing that it was me that orchestrated it. On the other side, I’ve seen the ugly side of revenge. I’ve seen what it does to a persons mind and how devastating it can be for any concerned.

Revenge is easy. . . usually easier that the instigator of the revenge had hoped. Revenge can be simple or complicated depending solely on the mind of the perpetrator and it’s effects can be far reaching.

I now know that the price paid for extracting revenge is high . . . higher than the sweet taste of joy that one derived from their revenge. Today, I pay that price asI sit alone in my solitary world.

When Tina and I were married, it had seemed like a marriage made in heaven. She was a bright, confident, healthy woman that I’d known since early childhood. We’d grown up together and our parents were close friends.

As we’d approached high school and the awesome prospects of this new society, we faced those travails together. Together, we were soon comfortable in school affairs and we found our first loves together.

We’d taken each other’s virginity during those high school years and had become wholly dedicated to each other. At the university, we’d studied and learned together as we learned to cope with life together. It was during those years at the university that our trust matured and we found an intimacy that I valued like nothing else in the world.

Each day at the school we’d worked and studied just to maintain our status at the university and our meager existence. Each day, we’d supported each other and our trust and intimacy grew.

Naturally, the sex between us was great and improved with each day as our experience and trust and intimacy grew. It was a hard life, those university years, but we had each other and we had our love. Although, we hadn’t realized it, those were happy times.

Then, with graduation, Tina and I both found good entry level jobs in our chosen professions. Life became a little easier as our well paying jobs brought in large sums of money and our expenses were few.

We made love and we enjoyed each other’s company when not at our work. Soon, we’d bought a nice home and furnished it to Tina’s delight. I’d put in lawns and shrubbery outside. Life was good as Tina and I enjoyed new joys together.

We talked of starting a family to fill the home we had constructed.

Our days were filled with the delights of living and our nights were filled with passion as Tina and I’d tried every sexual position and act with each other. We’d experimented with cunnilingus and fellatio and even anal once but found that we preferred lots of intimate foreplay before well coordinated coitus the best.

Somehow, we seemed to never tire of each other. We remained in a sort of lusty heat at all times. I loved that woman and lived for our intimate moments.

Those three years after graduation from the university had been a happy time.

It’s hard to say when things began to go badly. I could never pin it to a date or event; nor could I understand it.

At first, it seemed like Tina was extremely busy at work. She’d had become somewhat nervous and distraught and her condition had an effect on our relationship. Of course, I offered my support in the form of taking over her household duties and supporting her at home.

At first, I felt no real concern as she’d surely get through her problems and we’d get back to normal again.

Months passed and Tina’s situation seemed to remain stressful as she didn’t eat well and seemed to be constantly fatigued. Even with my support, she seemed overwhelmed.

Of course, our sex life dwindled to irregular times sometimes two weeks between sessions. Since this was all gradual and I didn’t notice these day to day changes that had occurred I remained largely unconcerned.

I was sure of Tina and our love so it was my pleasure and my duty to support her.