Obsessed


A telephone recording adapter (in-line tap). T...

She didn’t know why she behaved like this. She was a pure animal, a stalking leper. She would find herself driving by his house and sometimes sitting across the street, just watching, waiting to pounce.

She knew better, but she found her body moving differently than her mind. She would go out late at night, and park in front of the house, and get out and walk around all the windows, just hoping to get a glimpse.

She was consumed with him. She thought about different ways she could run into him, and even when she was at work, she thought of him. She had messed up but she didn’t care.

She had been the wife of this man, but had been drawn into the arms of another, as the words that drooled out of this stranger’s lips, melted her into soft chocolate. She promised herself, that she would never let it go past the flirtation stage. This would not be considered an affair, as long as she didn’t cross the line of her mind.

Each time the two met, it became harder to ignore the body’s signals, and one time she threw caution to the wind, and slept with him. Immediately afterwards, she felt guilt, and ran  home to wash the sins off of her body, claiming never to speak to this other man again.

But over and over, she fell into the lust and desires, when their eyes met, and before long, her husband found out about it. She explained her poor story, that she was lacking something in herself, and she needed help. Could he help her to get through this and overcome it. Maybe marriage counseling might work.

He forgave her, as he loved her and he wanted to believe in her and so they did attend counseling for a short period of time. While the counseling was continuing, she would force herself to hang up on the phone calls, that were meant for her ears only.

One time at the counseling session, words hit the heart and also hit too close to home. She got upset, and threw her heart to the next phone call, and this in turn, was replayed by her husband who had a tape recorder going on the phone. She had been busted, and had betrayed not only her husband, but what the marriage stood for.

He moved out into his own place, leaving her there alone to sort out her wicked ways and sickness. In no time at all, the divorce was final. She never returned to her lover, and her ex had now moved on and found someone who would appreciate him for what he represented as a person.

She found herself hanging out at bars and clubs, trying to fix her problems from a bottle, but all that happened was she fell into too many strangers arms. She needed professional help to see what was going on inside her head, but until she could admit it out loud to herself, there was no  help.

Her ex re-married and lived only three blocks from where his ex-wife resided. It was too easy. Too easy to drive or walk. She would keep her eyes out for him, watch for him to come out,  peek through the windows to get a glimpse of him. She wanted him back. If she could not have him, then his new wife would be a loser also.

She sat in her car, waiting. Waiting for a glimpse, plotting ways to get him back, dreaming about ways to rid him of the new woman in his life.

13 thoughts on “Obsessed

  1. Has you make your bed .. you have to lay!!! Very good writing and I like the ending – that’s the price we have to pay at times .. when we haven’t been good to the ones that love us.

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