Is My Fiancé Fucking Around?
by
Jerome Staten
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Is My Fiancé Fucking Around?
Copyright 2012 by Jerome Staten
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Table of Contents
George & Miranda: Life after Saying . . . I Do
Sarah & Rodney: Discreet Affairs with a Co-Worker
Interlude: Playing the Game as the Dealer and as the Receiver
Monica & Devin: Is Blood Really Thicker Than Water?
Tammy & Lamar: The Night That Changed Things Forever
Interlude: For Every Action There’s a Reaction
Five Grieving Stages after the Relationship Ends
Six Stages to Healing and Moving on With Your Life
Sexually Transmitted Diseases
Cracking the Cheater’s Code
Acknowledgements
Introduction
The concept of being unfaithful is a deceitful act that shows no prejudice intentions toward either gender, male or female; the heart-wrenching pain clenches tightly regardless of who you are, when the cheating party is exposed. From a man’s perspective, his pride and dignity is immediately tarnished when he undoubtedly discovers that another man has violated his territory. The male’s human mentality is that of a conqueror, a king of his domain, a dominant figure resembling a lion roaming the jungle or, a pedigree protecting the very yard that he frequents daily, the place he resides, his home.
For a female, she craves the manly affection, love and nurturing from her father as a kid growing up. When the dad is absent from her life, with no mutual bonding or connection at all, this leaves an enormous void in her life, leaving her vulnerable enough to seek this lack of attention from another man, as she grows and blossoms into a full-grown woman. As a result, she finds herself revisiting the same old dead-end routine with mostly every guy she allows into her life, because they’re not completely fulfilling this unwanted void in her life either.
George & Miranda: Life after Saying . . . I Do
Have you ever taken notice to how some relationships can last for over 10 years or longer but, as soon as the wedding vows are taken and the union is legally documented, the duration period of the marriage lasts way shorter than the long term relationship did? George and Miranda have been in love with one another ever since their college years back in the mid 90’s, but, unfortunately for this couple, things seems to be taking a turn for the worse, not too long after their beautiful wedding reception.
“Babe, I have to admit,” Miranda nervously explains, restlessly pacing back and forth across the living room’s floor, glancing over at George to get her point across, “Although we’ve been in this relationship for over 12 years now, I’m nervous as shit about our wedding date tomorrow.”
“What you’re feeling is a natural reaction, hun,” George responds, revealing the uneasiness he’s harboring inside as well, “By the time our lips lock tomorrow afternoon, after we’ve exchanged rings and our wedding vows, the butterflies we’re feeling in the pit of our stomachs right now will vanish alongside the current title we have as just boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Honey, I know I’ve made you aware several times before how grateful I am to have you in my life and how genuinely appreciative I am of the way you’ve always accepted my sons, Kendal and Kevin, as if they’re your own flesh and blood,” Miranda weeps, hugging her tall, bulky fiancé tightly, as she leans her head against his chest, “I just love you way more than words can describe, sweetie.”
“I take pleasure in loving and looking out for you and the boys, Miranda, you know this,” George calmly exclaims, “If no one else realizes the pain you’ve endured from past relationships, I’m fully aware of the torture and turmoil your kids’ father put you through before I stepped into your lives. That dude gave his all, not only to break your spirit with the physical abuse he constantly dished out, he also wanted to destroy your mental state-of-mind in the process; not to mention the drastic measures your sons had to endure witnessing those horrific encounters. When we first met, Miranda, you were no bigger than 105 pounds, soak and wet. You were extremely self conscious and very insecure about yourself. Now look at you, babe. You’ve put on weight in all the right places, you appear to be more confident in yourself and confident in what we have and, if I’m the cause of all of this, I’m honored more than you know.”
“George, promise me that you’ll always be this way toward me. Don’t allow anyone or anything to ever cause you to have a change of heart. I’ve been through so much in my life already, my sons as well, and I honestly don’t know what we’d do without you in our lives.”
“Miranda, you have my word as your man that I’ll never do anything, and I mean anything to hurt you or your sons, you see I haven’t done so after all of these years. It would hurt me too much to see you guys in any more pain than you’ve already been through in life.”
“Hey, Mr. George, do you feel like shooting some hoops today?” Kendal and Kevin ask, tossing their basketball back and forth to one another out on the patio area.
“I’ll tell you guys what,” George replies, kissing Miranda on the cheek, as he turns to give her sons his full attention, “How about we go around the corner to the park to shoot some hoops instead of using this milk crate we have mounted on the garage’s wall.”
“Sounds good to me, Mr. George,” Kendal replies, pulling his blue wrists band over his left arm as if he’s being called off the bench to play for a professional NBA team, “Wait until I show you the new trick shots I’ve learned, Kevin.”
“First, I need you guys to straighten up that mess in your room before you go anywhere,” Miranda laughs, lightly tapping her sons on their butts, as she’s sending them off to their bedroom, “Make sure you’re extra careful with them while you’re at the park, George. You know how dangerous it is around there with all of that drug activity and all.”
“Honey, they’ll be just fine,” George smiles, gently stroking Miranda’s arm, “We’ll be back before you know it.”
After changing from his work attire into some around the house type of clothing, George and Miranda’s sons are making their way to Central Park. The weather is fairly mild this evening, a slight break from the hounding humidity that has been pounding New York City this past week. Making sure he remains on the cool side, George is wearing his blue and white colored thin material shorts, with a matching tank-top, revealing his defined muscular arms and chest.
“Say, Mr. George,” Kevin curiously replies, “Why are we walking to the park instead of driving there in your Chevy Impala?”
“Ah, it’s a long story, Kevin,” says George, tilting his bottle of Gatorade back to quench his thirst, “I do miss driving my baby though. I remember when I first purchased her, as if it was yesterday. One day, both of you guys will be working on getting your licenses and, I’ll be the first to tell you, it’s no better feeling than having your license, guys. In my case, as a teenager, getting my license was the easy part. The part that I ran into trouble with was, getting a car.”
“Cool, it looks like it’s only a few people on the court today,” Kendal replies, as his widening eyes are surveying the basketball court, the closer they’re getting to Central Park.
Bypassing the hyper little kids that are running around freely on the grassy area of the park, George almost stumbles over a football that was mistakenly thrown toward his direction.
“Oops, I’m sorry, Sir,” says one of the little boys, as he’s approaching George to retrieve his football.
“Ah, don’t worry about it, son,” George smirks, tightly adjusting the football in the palm of his hand, as if he’s about to launch it highly in the air for the kids to catch it, “Go deep toward that way.”
Jogging back a few inches, adjusting his lengthy frame in a quarter-back stance, George notices a young lady near the swings, pushing a girl back and forth, which resembles his teenage daughter, Kayla.
“Are you coming, Mr. George?” Kendal and Kevin shouts from across the park, noticing that George has momentarily zoned-out in his own little world.
“Yeah, sorry guys,” George replies, feet glued in place like a deer stuck in traffic, not knowing which way he should go, “Go ahead and get warmed up by taking a few practice shots. I’ll be right over to join you in a sec.”
Although things were extremely ugly in court earlier this year between George and his daughter’s mother, Gina, over legal issues and a child support order pertaining to Kayla, George isn’t allowing this to prevent him from going over to speak to his daughter. In court, George was initially there, seeking Joint Custody for Kayla, making his paternity rights just as equal as Gina’s are. However, on that particular day, the only thing Judge Simmons appeared to be focused on was the large sum of back child support George apparently owed. It was perfectly clear that day that Judge Simmons had every intention of sending George to jail. Even though George was representing himself without any legal assistance like he was strongly advised to do, Judge Simmons still didn’t really allow him get a word in edge wise when George attempted to get several lucrative points across. Like I said before, the only thing Judge Simmons saw that day was, George being in the arrears of owing over three thousand dollars in child support, when this large lump sum shouldn’t have been accumulating to begin with.
However, by Gina receiving Social Services benefits and apparently doing all she can do to paint a perfect picture of George being the Non-Custodial Parent, when he’s really not, has caused George to end up in this rocky boat for now.
“Hey, baby girl,” George mutters, as he’s walking closer to Kayla, while Gina’s still gently pushing her on the swing, “How’s daddy’s baby girl doing today?”
Immediately beaming with excitement of seeing her dad, Kayla’s smiling from ear to ear, as her hand progressively finds its way into the palm of George’s hand.
“Well, hello to you too, George,” Gina sarcastically rolls her eyes.
“Hey, Gina, how are you today?”
“I’m alive.” Gina briefly responds with an attitude.
It’s only been a minute and a half but, by the repeated smart slurs that are spewing from Gina’s mouth, George is instantly reminded of one of his main reasons for leaving Gina in the first place.
“Why are you so grouchy all of the time, Gina?” George utters, glancing around at Miranda’s sons on the basketball court, giving them a signal with his hand that he’s on his way.
“Ah, I see you’re having family day this evening, huh, George?” says Gina, looking over in the same direction as George, toward the basketball court. “Someone’s missing from this picture though; I wonder where she could be.”
“Miranda’s home, Gina,” George replies in a defensive tone, “But, I didn’t come over here for that. I came to speak to my daughter and you as well, if your attitude wasn’t so nasty.”
“I don’t have an attitude, sweetie, I just don’t tolerate any bullshit.”
“I’m not even going to argue with you, Gina,” says George, kissing Kayla on the cheek before heading over to the basketball court with Kendal and Kevin, “I’ve been having a hard ass time lately, trying to find a job that has some stability though, because I’m so used to driving trucks for a living and I can’t do so now for the simple fact that my license has been suspended due to that damn child support order you’ve caused.
“The child support order that I’ve caused,” Gina loudly responds, “Did you think you were going to just get by without paying any child support, George? You and I might not be in a relationship anymore, but, that doesn’t mean Kayla doesn’t need some financial assistance on your behalf.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Gina,” George replies in a shocked tone, “I take damn good care of Kayla financially and you know it. You’re just doing this shit to try to make my life as miserable as yours is, that’s all this is about.”
“You know what,” Gina frustratingly mumbles, urgently gathering Kayla’s belongings, as she assisting Kayla off of the swing, “I’m not going to stand here and listen to you talk shit, George. Always remember though, all because you’re fucking another woman, doesn’t mean I don’t have control over your ass. Trust me when I tell you this.”
Irate at the fact that he even parted his lips to participate in Gina’s systematic trap of an on-going argument, George is rushing back over to the basketball court to let off some steam.
“Is everything all right?” Kendal replies, noticing that George seems to be a little bit more somber than he was earlier.
“Oh, definitely guys,” says George, knowing deep down inside he’s as pissed as any human being can be, “Everything is just fine.”
George, Kendal and Kevin played multiple rounds of the basketball game known as, H-O-R-S-E, up until the street lights were moments away from flashing on, symbolizing the arrival of the night time. Arriving back home, after stopping at the gas station and the local 7-Eleven to pick up a couple of slurpees, nothing’s being said by Kendal and Kevin about George spending a few minutes conversing with Kayla’s mom at the park.
“All right, guys, I’ll see you in the morning,” says George, heading in the opposite direction of Kendal and Kevin, proceeding toward the bathroom.
“Did you two enjoy yourselves out on the basketball court this evening?” Miranda replies, glancing around at her sweaty sons, as she’s patiently anticipating an answer.
Tempted to make Miranda aware right now that they weren’t the only ones that George spent some time with this evening, Kevin and Kendal are doing the complete opposite instead.
“Yep, we had a ball, mom,” Kevin responds, eventually followed up by Kendal delivering the same identical confirmation.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” says Miranda, neatly folding her flower-printed apron, as she’s placing it on top of the washing machine, “Go ahead and get washed up for dinner so you guys can eat and then head to bed.”
From the distant, far-out look that Miranda’s eyes possess right now, it’s perfectly obvious that she’s feeling as though something isn’t right. Any other time, Kendal and Kevin would come home ramping and raving about the tons of fun they had while being out somewhere with George. Tonight, they’ve been brief and very limited when it comes to describing the events that occurred while they were out. This weird feeling that Miranda’s experiencing in the pit of her stomach right now, has surpassed the nervous feeling she had earlier about her wedding tomorrow. It’s almost as if she’s been here before; never with George but, in a past relationship when she was being cheated on.
However, Miranda’s blocking these unwanted feelings out momentarily, as she’s heading toward the bedroom to go to sleep.
“I love you baby,” George replies, giving Miranda a goodnight kiss on the cheek, the moment he climbs into bed with her.
Cradling himself closely behind Miranda in bed, wrapping his strong arms around her, pulling her closer to him, George quietly whispers in Miranda’s ear,
“This time tomorrow night, we’ll be husband and wife, babe.”
Within those few little words alone, Miranda has found the significance in them enough to enable it to block out any odd feelings she’s been experiencing within lately. Tomorrow is her wedding day and nothing or no one is going to ruin it for her.
The following afternoon, at Mount Calvert’s Church, family members and friends have gathered together to celebrate the union between George and Miranda, as a newly wedded couple. As promised by George, the nervous energy that he and Miranda felt just yesterday, prior to getting married, has vanished like a dark green colored leaf in autumn.
“Do you, George Milton Stevenson, take Miranda as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, through sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?” says Pastor Miller, as he stands before the crowded church.
“I do,” George proudly responds, holding Miranda’s hand firmly in his, sliding the beautiful ring on her finger, as he’s staring directly into her welling eyes.
“Miranda Mitchell, do you take George as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, through sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”
“I most certainly do!” Miranda grins, reaching down to slide George’s ring on his finger.
“With the power vested in me,” Pastor Miller continues, “I now pronounce you man and wife; you may now kiss your bride.”
“We did it babe,” Miranda gleefully smiles at George, hugging him tightly, as they’re entwining in a long passionate kiss. “We’re actually husband and wife now!”
“Indeed we are,” George loudly laughs, as he’s guiding Miranda, Kendal and Kevin out of the congested church.
By this being their honeymoon night, a night that’s full of promised possibilities and countless unforgettable moments, Miranda asked her mom, Cathy, sometime last week, if it was ok if Kendal and Kevin spent the weekend with her. This alone time with her new husband, George, is long over-due and, Miranda is hell bent on enjoying every lasting second of it.
The first two years of George and Miranda’s marriage couldn’t be better. George maintained the same respect level and loving ways that he’s always had toward Miranda and her sons. However, nothing in life is perfect and this very statement doesn’t exclude George and Miranda either.
Late one night, while waiting on the bus stop for a bus that doesn’t appear to be showing up anytime soon, George is deciding to use the last few dollars he has in his pocket, to pay for a cab.
“This shit here is fucking ridiculous,” George mutters within, “I have to get my license back as soon as possible because, this nickel and diming it, catching buses and cabs every day, is literally taking its toll on my pockets. I’d still be making a whole lot of cash if I was driving trucks like I used to do.”
On his way home in the coziness of the Diamond Cab he’s flagged down, George’s mind has drifted off, picturing the provoking appearance he remembers from the look on Gina’s face whenever he saw her. As much as he hates to admit it, one statement that Gina constantly made over and over again, appears to be true; she does have a huge amount of power over him with that child support order.
There has to be a way to get things back on a leveled playing field again, when it comes to Gina’s greedy, spiteful ass, sponging up all of the money from child support, whenever it’s being paid by George; George just hasn’t figured out the key strategy yet. In the back of his wandering mind, George realizes that, it’ll always be one way that he could stop the child support order. He’s just fully aware that it’ll be a heftier price tag to pay with Miranda, if he did follow up on these random thoughts he’s having of breaking a sacred promise he’s made, as well as damaging the wedding vows he took two years ago. George is basically stuck between a rock and a hard place and it’s been this way for years now.
Finally arriving home for the evening, George is tiresomely walking over to greet his wife, who appears to have just hung up the phone.
“Hey, honey, I didn’t hear you come in,” says Miranda, extending her loving arms out to receive her bulky husband, “My sister, Karen, just asked about you.”
“Oh yeah,” George replies, pulling back the aluminum foil that’s covering his plate of food, so he can see what Miranda prepared for dinner tonight, “How have things been with Karen lately, is she still involved with the guy that she was seeing; I believe his name is, Larry, or something like that?”
“It’s, Leonard, but, yes, they’re still involved, babe.”
“Ah, that’s great honey; Karen needs a good man in her life because of how good she is to other people.”
“She sure does, babe,” Miranda replies, “Are you all right though, you seem to be down this evening, George?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m good, babe,” George slightly grins, “Just had another long ass day working for this temp agency that I’m working for, that’s all. By the way, where’s Kevin and Kendal, I didn’t see them when I came in?”
“They should be home in any minute now,” says Miranda, “Their uncle, Tommy, took them to the mall today to buy them a few things since he haven’t seen them in so long.”
“Tommy,” George confusingly frowns, taking another bite of his mouth-watering chicken breast, as he’s glancing around at Miranda, “Where do I know him from?”
“You’re so silly, babe,” Miranda playfully taps George on the arm, “Tommy is my cousin on my father’s side, the one I told you about that lives in North Carolina.”
Not being able to recall right away of Miranda mentioning Tommy before, George is shrugging his shoulders, sampling a fork of Miranda’s macaroni and cheese, as he questions,
“Did I receive any mail today, babe?”
“Just the normal stuff,” Miranda explains, “Our monthly cable bill, a letter sent to the wrong address and, some junk mail.”
“All right babe,” George replies, placing the remainder of his food in the refrigerator, as he’s turning to proceed down the darkened hallway, “Tell the boys I said, hey, whenever they come in. I’m beat tonight so, I’m heading to bed now.”
“Ok, baby, I sure will,” says Miranda, peeping through the curtains to see if her sons are outside yet, “I’ll be in there shortly to join you.”
A half hour later, after George has fallen fast asleep and Miranda damn near drifted off herself while she’s curled up on the loveseat in the living room, Kevin and Kendal arrives at the front door, turning to wave at Tommy, who chose to remain in his car this time.
“All right, boys, I’ll see you the next time!” Tommy yells out from his car.
“It’s about time you guys got here,” Miranda yawns, standing back against the wall, holding the front door opened wide enough for Kevin and Kendal to get in, “I thought I was going to have to come out to look for you two!”
“Look at the new video game we got, mom,” Kevin excitedly replies, holding the PlayStation 3 game up in the air for Miranda to see it, “Is Mr. George still awake, I want to show him this new basketball game we got?”