"CURLING STORY" part 3 of 7
(a liberally creative and adulterous piece that could be true)
Those two kept going over and over how wonderful it was and I tell you I was dumbfounded.
The typical day has changed for me since my debilitating fall from the roof of our cabin two years ago. I have finally settled into a routine after months of physical therapy, doctor's visits, and filling out paperwork. I no longer suit up for a job. The frustration, boredom, and hatred I felt for my previous industry and the people in it no longer affects me. I am oblivious to their world. What once was a violent but slippery grasp on my sanity and demeanor has turned into nothing short of pleasantries for everyone in the morning. Of course, I still have my days. My wife can tell you. But for the most part I am relaxed and stable in my attitudes, and I have my daily exercise and regular aquatic therapy to thank for it. My diet hasn't changed much except for the width and breadth of it. As for activities of a physical nature I am for the most part willing and up for almost anything provided I have the stamina and my bad leg doesn't want to give out. I appreciate the spontaneity of a sexually willing wife who works too hard at her teaching job and who, in my opinion, ultimately needs a life like mine. By the first day of the coming new year she is intent on having it. Meanwhile we go on with our days and do the best we can.
So I am sitting across from my wife and her friend whom she has invited to dinner. It is obvious they hadn't seen each other in some time. It is so good to see you is what I kept hearing over and over from both of them. It was as if I were invisible in the room. They were certainly focused on each other. There was almost no initial light chit chat typical of two friends first getting together after being apart for a very long time. It has been my experience that it usually takes a period of initial awkwardness before two people can really get serious in their conversation. But not these two. Almost immediately their talk centered on how much they each enjoyed their time being together.
I questioned my hearing but was so shocked actually that I couldn't say anything. There was really no chance to think because I was immediately riveted to their conversation, caught in a sort of daze from the blasting furnace glare of it all. They were so natural in their reciprocal appreciation for each other. It was as if my presence did not matter. And here I had thought my wife and I had a solid deal. I was always comfortable in my understanding that if either one of us, my wife or I, had a situation where we wanted to have sex with another party that we were to call and announce it to the other spouse before we performed any acts that would be deemed out-of-bounds in our agreement. Perhaps my thinking was in fact delusional, but up until this point it was my belief that we had both honored this arrangement. It appeared to me now that perhaps I had been wrong. Those two kept going over and over how wonderful it was and I tell you I was dumbfounded. Speechless. Which is not like me. In the past I would have crawled over the table top to get at this guy. I hate deceit. And somebody who is not my friend fucking my wife is something I would never stand for. This fucking little prick was certainly no friend of mine but I was sitting there like a stump on a log watching him act gleeful no less at his fond memory that I presumed meant fucking my wife who sat smiling across the table from me. I wondered what the fuck is wrong with me, and why can I not move? What exactly is my wife’s motive here?
Parts 1 through 7 of “Curling Story” can be found and read in chronological order beginning here.