Best friends
Here I am alone in the dark, wondering what I did wrong. I
was a good profider. I had a steady career. I made a decent
living. I was married for fifteen years. But all that came
to a crushing end last year. My best friend asked if he could
have his sixteen year old sister come and live with my family.
Well after she moved in, she turned out to be something that
was totally alien to our way of life. She was into Goth, and
Wicka. She cast spells in the house. I'm not saying
any of this is bad, it's just the way she was.
I caught her one day casting a love spell, dont know how much
good that did. Well after months of this child living here,
I noticed a change in my ex. She was going out more (for hours),
and not explaining where she was. Well after a few weeks
of this I confronted her, I asked her if she was sleeping
with my freind. She told me no. She continued to stay out,
and she even asked me to go over to his house one night and
see the movie Scarface. I wasn't the jealous type,
and I thought my friend would still be a friend to me. Boy
was I wrong. Well then one Friday night I woke up and she's
sleeping on the couch. On saturday she comes to bed, but
when I try to start something sexually, she tells me she's
tired. On sunday night I again catch her sleeping on the
couch. So i confronted her, we fought a little, and well
to make a long story short she moved out on December 27th.
She even told my mother she was leaving because I accised
her of sleeping with him, which she was. She went back to
visit her home in New York. Six weeks later I found fifty
eight e mails between her and my best friend. I then asked
her to meet me in a public restaurant, and I confronted her
again. I asked if she was fucking my friend. She still told
me no. I asked her to explain this, and I handed her the e mails
I had printed out. She started crying, and asked how I found
them. We were divorced on May 4th, 2004. the outcome of the
divorce was she got nothing.
Since then she seems to have the life she's always wanted
with my friend, and I sit here trying to pick up the pieces
of a failed marriage. How fair is this? Was living with me
so bad? What did I do wrong?
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