Abigail’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded her head in acceptance. Though Abigail went by Abby in school, I had never called her anything but Abigail. I loved her long name and it was all I would ever call her. She had very few old friends by then that still called her Abby. I introduced her as Abigail, and she started using her full name at work too, and so on. She had been Abigail since we’d been together. So, our daughter was Abby.
Sam took to Abby really well. We all four continued our life.
Abigail took almost a month off work to give Abby a good start in life.
But It was about two weeks after Abby was born that Abigail’s boss called her and begged her to go to Richmond. Abigail couldn’t make love with me as she normally did because the doctor would not release her for sex yet and we couldn’t get an appointment in time. So, for the first time ever, Abigail left me a little frustrated.
She was gone for over five days, and the kids and I missed her, of course. The moment she showed up at the door, she grabbed me and dragged me to the bedroom. She stripped me and shoved me on the bed and mounted me, riding me like a flea on a dog! I loved it more than any other time she ever made love to me because she was doing it against doctor’s orders. She thought that much of me. My heart was singing. I exploded deep inside her… I was in heaven.
“Wow,” I said as she laid down beside me. I held her tight. “I can’t believe you made love to me before you got the ok from the doctor. Wow, that was phenomenal.”
“Oh, it’s ok, Roy, I went to a doctor on Monday in Richmond. I couldn’t wait any longer. He cleared me on Monday for sex. Aren’t you glad?”
It was Friday. She’d left on Sunday night. And the overwhelming truth was that I wasn’t the first man to have sex with my wife after our daughter was born.
I hid the sadness on my face as best I could. I kissed her to cover the tears that were threatening to come. I put myself back into denial as quickly as I could… Ignorance is bliss.
Life went on in my little four-person family. I took care of the kids and worked. My wife worked and when she was home, she would be taking care of the kids and me.
She came home several times with love marks on her. I never look in her purse and she would leave her cell phone out all the time.
Abby was about five when Abigail started going to Atlanta a lot. In fact, she went there almost every week. I didn’t like it. She started to hold back conversation from me and our sex life started to change. I knew she had someone she was seeing regularly, and that it had become an affair. That, I couldn’t live with. I had to confront her. It wasn’t hard for me to get enough evidence to prove my case that she indeed was having an affair.
I knew I couldn’t live with that over my head. Knowing she was screwing around was one thing. But falling in love was something that couldn’t happen. Abigail falling in love with someone else would kill me. It would kill us…
I called her to our room. She came in looking to be seduced. The second she saw my face; she immediately changed her look. “What’s wrong, Roy?”
“Abigail, I am not as stupid as I may look. I know what you are doing in Atlanta.” Her eyes widened. “I can handle a lot of things, and I could pretend not to know when you were sleeping with other men. But I can’t handle you having an affair.”
I paused for a long time. She started shaking as she stood by the bed. “Abigail I love you. I have never asked you to change who you are… and I am not now. But I can’t live with what you are doing in Atlanta. I need you to decide. Please, don’t do this to us, to our marriage, to me and to our kids.”
She came to me, sat beside me facing me and then, she kissed me. I couldn’t keep the tears from coming. I tried to wipe them away, but I knew that she knew.
I was so glad she didn’t try to lie, deny or justify what was happening. She got up from the bed and went downstairs, I heard the front door open and I knew she stepped out. She didn’t know it, but I had the window cracked in our bedroom, so she didn’t know I heard every word of her conversation.
“Hi Don. Hey.” I heard her pause. “Look, I am calling to say goodbye.” She paused again. “Look, Don, this is the last conversation I am going to have with you, period. I will be hanging up, and I will block your number. Do not try to contact me. I won’t be going to Atlanta for a long time now and if I do, I will not be talking to you.”
Abigail paused and I waited. “Yes, he knows. If you try to contact him or hurt my marriage in any way so help me, I will go to your boss. I will lose this job before I will lose my husband. Do you hear me? Consider this call our goodbye, and yesterday was our last fuck. Thank you for the memories. Goodbye, Don.” There was silence..
It took a while before she came back to the house. She walked up the stairs and came into our room. When she stripped down and got into bed, I pulled her to me. I could feel she was struggling, and so, I held her as she mourned the loss of her lover.