Coming Home
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The entire drive home was made in complete silence. I huddled in the passenger's seat and stared out the windshield. I had no idea what I could possibly say.
He finally broke the silence after we pulled into our garage. He didn't break it much.
"Come on." I remained frozen in the car.
"I said, COME ON! Get in the damn house."
I fought back my tears. Ivan had never spoken to me like that, but I had never given him cause before. I followed him into the house and to the den. The den that in a happier time we had talked about renaming the "Family Room". Now I wondered if that would ever happen.
He pointed at the couch. "Sit."
I sat, with my knees drawn up under my chin and my arms wrapped around them. I couldn't take my eyes off Ivan. He looked so angry and at the same time so very sad. God, what had I done to him?
He sat in his chair and stared at me. Long minutes passed.
"For God's sake, Ivan, say something," I finally burst out.
"What the hell do you want me to say?" He almost snarled as he came to his feet. He towered over me and I shrank back into a tight ball on the couch.
"Do you want me to tell you about waking up this morning in David's guest room and finding you not with me? Do you want me to tell you that I realized I hadn't seen you since we danced together the night before? How about looking around for my loving, faithful wife and finally looking in the one place I would have never dreamed of seeing her? Maybe you'd like to know what I felt when you finally ran out of the house and I saw you standing there with another man's cum running down your thighs? Maybe you would like to know how it feels to have your heart ripped from your chest?"
By now he was almost screaming. I was crying now, great sobs that took the breath from me.
He dropped onto the couch next to me. "Marie, for God's sake YOU say something. Tell me why. Tell me what went wrong so that you sought love in my best friend's arms."
I tried to explain. The thing was I had no explanation. I couldn't recall anything much more than a wild coupling. I didn't even realize it was David.
As if that was believable. I remembered another couple we had known once. She would get drunk every now and then and act like the worst bitch in the world. The next morning she not only couldn't recall what had happened, she denied anything untoward took place. She didn't remember, it didn't happen.
Well I knew damn well it had happened. But I didn't remember much of it, and sure as hell didn't remember going to bed with David, or doing anything at all with him. Would Ivan accept that?
From the look on his face as I stammered out my confusion and sorrow, he didn't believe me. Shit, I wouldn't have believed me either. It sounded so lame, but it was the truth.
Through my tears I did manage to tell him I was so sorry. Sorry about everything, about hurting him, betraying his trust, sorry about the events that had led us to this. Finally he had enough and turned away.
"I don't know what's going to happen. I can't stay here." He headed for the door. "I'll be back, sometime." The door slammed behind him and I heard the car leave.
I simply sat there. I watched the shadows lengthen and nightfall arrive. I switched on the lamp beside the couch, afraid that the darkness would claim me.
It was the next afternoon before I heard the door open. I was still sitting on the couch. I was afraid to go most anywhere else in the house. Definitely not our bedroom. I had used the shower by the utility room to clean up, scrubbing myself as I had never done before. I had subsisted on coffee and very little else. Every time I tried to eat I could see a montage of David's back and Ivan's face and I would throw up. I slept fitfully on the couch
When Ivan walked back in I wanted to rush to him, to throw my arms around him, but I couldn't. I knew that it would be a gesture that I would have to earn from him. I just sat as I had been sitting, curled up in a ball on the couch and watched his face for some sign.
He sat back in his easy chair. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't look like he had slept much either. Finally he looked at me, for a moment. His eyes slid away from mine as though he couldn't stand to look at my face. How could I blame him?
"I'm not going to divorce you, Marie."
I wanted to spring from the couch and rush to him. God, I was ready to crawl to him for telling me that. I don't know that I ever loved him more than I did in that moment. But all I could do was whisper, "Thank you."
"But things are going to be different around here, I can tell you that. You will never be in the same house as David. If he comes into a restaurant you are eating at, you will get up and leave." He looked at me with one eyebrow raised in question.
I nodded assent.
"Speaking of that, you will not go anywhere without letting me know where you are going and with whom you are going. You will not be alone with any guy, even in a social situation unless I know about it and okay it." He looked around the house. "I wish we could afford to live on my salary but right now we can't. Besides," and now he looked at me, "I feel safer knowing you are in the same building as me during the day. Unless, of course, you're fucking someone there."
"NO, God Ivan, never." I wanted to tell him I would never cheat on him at work but the words stuck in my throat. Until last night I would have thought I would never have cheated on him anywhere.
"There's more." He got up and began to pace, with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked at me and took a deep breath. "I may, or may not, decide to have my own affair." I started to protest and shut my mouth. He must have caught my flinching though. He raised his hand and pointed at me. "You have given up any right to protest that decision, if I decide to make it."
He stood before me. "Anytime you feel that you cannot deal with this, well, I'm going to give you one more option. Tomorrow we are going to the lawyer's office. He's drawn up divorce papers and will be holding a certified check for ten thousand dollars. I've already signed the papers. Tomorrow you will. If you find you can't deal with the consequences of your actions, just drive down there any day, sign them and pick up your check. The rest of our community property you will forfeit."
I jerked my head up and down.
"You will not discuss this with anyone. Not even Evelyn, or maybe I should say, especially her. She's never liked me and she would spread it all over the company, hell, the whole town. Right now nobody but you and I, and of course David, know about this. Somehow I will talk to David and convince him to be quiet. Shit," he went on bitterly, "He owes me that at least."
"Oh, and I was planning on sleeping in the guest room. But that was a silly notion." I looked at him, apparently with some hope in my eyes, because he hastened to add, "You will sleep in the guest room." He looked away from me again. "At least you didn't fuck him in our bed."
I buried my face in my hands, but I was all cried out.
"Needless to say, I will not be having sex with you for a minimum of six months. After we see the lawyer, I want you to make a doctor's appointment and get checked for any and all of the things you might have picked up. David is quite a swordsman and there's no telling where his cock has been besides your pussy."
He rose and started up the stairs.
"I'm going to take a shower. By the time I get out, I expect you to have moved whatever you want to take into the other bedroom. I don't want you back in there until I say so."
When I heard the water running, I went upstairs to our bedroom. Mechanically I packed up my clothing and moved across the hall. I cleaned my personal items from the dresser, removing my presence from the room. I wondered briefly about my stuff in the bathroom. I decided to leave it. I could always buy more toothpaste and feminine products. I was not going to contravene his decision by going in there after them.
As it turned out, I didn't have to. Later, when he came to eat supper, he gruffly informed me that he had packed my "doodads" up and moved them to the other bathroom.
The next day we went to the lawyer's office and signed papers that could mark the end of our marriage. When we were finished, the only thing that kept me from being divorced was my signature on the last page. Ivan dropped me off at the doctor's office and I underwent a battery of tests. Everything came back negative but, as I already knew, it could take up to 6 months for HIV to show up.
Life went on. It always does. I fixed meals, I cleaned the house, I went to work and came right home. When I needed to go to the store I phoned Ivan and told him where I was going and I called him the moment I got home. I always used the phone in the house, never my cell phone so he would know for certain that I was really at the house.
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