For Better or Worse – Confrontation

“For Better or For Worse” is a series of one woman sharing her story about dealing with infidelity in her marriage and why she chose to stay with her husband.  

By: Anonymous

An hour later he walked through the door.

I was sitting idle at the kitchen table. I knew that seeing him would blow up the Richter scale so I had tried to relax my body as much as possible. He walked in the kitchen, walked up to me and kissed my forehead. I felt like a vampire touched by a cross. He immediately felt the tension and asked “Are you OK”? I replied with an abrupt “no”… ”

What’s the matter, do you want to go to the doctor”?…”No, we need to talk”…

“Awww shit, What did I do now”?…I mustered up everything in me to say these words. “Why don’t YOU tell me what you’ve done. Is there anything that I should be worried about”?…

“What are you talking about Baby? Of course not, stop trippin'”…”So there’s nothing you feel you need to get off your chest”?…

I could already see he was a little nervous (lyin’ass). “My chest is just fine. What the are you talking about”?…

I was coming in for the kill. “Who’s Suzy”? He didn’t even flinch… “Who? I don’t know any Suzy”…

“Ohhhh, you don’t know any Suzy. What if I were to tell you that I know all about Suzy, AND you. That I know all about your little affair in x City with her and that I know you’re still seeing each other”?

…at this point he began to laugh nervously and replied “I’d say you were crazy, I dont know any Suzy”…

Fight in Kitchen

That did it! I flipped the kitchen table over and flew over the counter. I started throwing everything in site at him; pots, pans, dishes, food, etc. He kept ducking and screaming at me to calm down.

“Calm down?!! I’ll show you calm down motherfucker!

You want to play me and then act like you’re stupid?! I’ll slice your fucking throat you two timing piece of shit”!!!…I reached for the drawer and pulled out a butcher knife…”You don’t know who Suzy is?! Well your ass better remember fast, before I send the bitch a formal invitation to your funeral”…

By this point we were running around the kitchen in circles. I looked like a maniac trying to kill him. I had gotten several good shots in with some appliances but I wanted blood…

“Calm down! Baby, what has gotten into you”? He was finally able to grab me and he wrapped his arms around me like an overpowering bear. He squeezed the knife out of my hand, but I was practically convulsing by that point. I was hysterical and uncontrollable. He kept squeezing, trying to tame me, but I wouldn’t cease. I was sweating, panting, kicking and screaming. “How could you do this to me, you lying son of a bitch?! I’ve given you everything! My whole life revolves around you and our children! I thought you were happy!

I thought you wanted us to grow old together! You swore you would never hurt me like this again! How could you look me in the face and lie to me like I’m a fucking idiot?! You said you loved me! How could you betray me like this?!!”…

“Baby please, calm down, let’s talk about this”…

My body started giving in, I felt powerless.

I fainted…

To be continued…

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My life is dedicated to educating and empowering others to make healthy relationship choices. I write about, and answer questions about relationships in my never-ending quest to help people stay in love long after they've fallen in love.