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I drove home to my very drunk and unpredictable husband. He looked up at me from his chair, “Dropped your lover and his bird off have we? I’m sorry, but there it is.” He freaked out, “I knew it, you’re fucking him aren’t you, that baby is his, isn’t it, that bastard slept in my house, drank beer with me, and all along you and him were fucking each other behind my back! I need you to find Mark and get him to hospital quickly, may not be much time, I’ll keep ringing around, just get there quick, and safely, ok?” I looked at him, “George, it’s over, I don’t love you. Well, he can have you, I don’t want you, after he’s had you, dirty little slut! ” I was dressed in a shot, my heart pounding, crying and praying to who I don’t know.Steve was the first person to feel the baby I was carrying move in my belly, everyone assumed it was his, and that we were already seeing each other.
As soon as the relationship began he realized it was not going to work. I was there in ten, parked my car and got into his.
He struggled with the guilt, and his ever increasing feelings for me.
On the 21st of September, it was Steve’s older brother Mark’s birthday.
Only because there wasn’t time, I wish there had been, no one had ever made me respond the way he did that night without actually having sex. We arranged to meet for breakfast/lunch the following day.
I figured I would tell him everything about my marriage then, and how scared I was of my husband. I got out of the car to say goodnight and he hugged me like he never wanted to let me go.He wanted out but was worried about hurting her as Kathy was in a job that had a time limit on it and she was clinging to him as a savior. It’s kind of urgent.” I replied, “No Steve, I’m at a rank and it is dead quiet. He drove us out of town to a quiet area and began to talk.