5/10/2019
I finished finals and handed in the last of my assignments on Thursday. Mark called Thursday evening wanting to know if I would come over. I went over about 7 pm and had dinner. We talked awhile, watched some TV and then retired to the bedroom. It was really nice. I wasn’t feeling well enough so we didn’t have sex. I told Mark I had scheduled an appointment for a physical and that I had been waking up in the middle of the night in terrible pain.
About 4:30 am Margret woke me up. I opened one eye and looked at her. I thought what is she doing in the bedroom? I looked over and Mark was not there. She said, “Sush.” with her finger in front of her mouth. She waved me to follow her. I followed her to Marguerites room. She opened the door just ajar. There were Mark and Marguerite going at it. I looked behind me and Margret had got several people out of bed and they were looking at what was going on. I was upset and embarrassed all at the same time. These other people knew Mark and I were going together. I went back to my room and locked the door.
I was sitting on the bed, upset and started tearing the pillows up. I opened the window, pushed out the screen and through the pieces out the window. I then started on the bed. I torr the bed up and threw it out the window. I followed up with the headboard. I had taken most of my anger out on the bed, so I shut the window, laid down on the empty floor and fell asleep.
How could Mark sleep with her? She gave Herpes to his brother and a guy she went with that worked as a police officer. He had said in the passed he could never sleep with someone who had something. Besides the fact, he said he loved me.
I woke up an hour later. I got up. When to the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom and looked at the empty floor. I was still so mad. I picked the end table and through it there the window. I picked up the dresser and threw it through the wall out into the hall. I unlocked the bedroom door and came out. Mark was sitting in the kitchen. I don’t know what he said because when I looked at him all I could think of was genital warts. I popped home. It was 6.30am. I took some Ben and Jerrys Chunky Monkey out of the freezer, a spoon and turned on the TV. I watched cartoons, ate ice cream and cried. I then went back to bed. Later on in the day, my phone rang. It was from Mark. Ever time I saw his name I would picture genital warts. I took a shower and kept looking at my privates with a mirror wondering if he gave me something. I kept telling myself I did this to myself because I had seen Mark with his arms around Marguerite more than once I decided I needed to clean myself off the floor and get on with my life. What’s that saying'” Life is a bitch and then you die,” Besides I am not the only one in this world to have a bad relationship. It’s not like we were married.