Content/trigger note: post contains prayer and also sexual details.
Happy MLK Day everyone! As a biracial black/white woman married to a South Asian man, Dr. Martin Luther King’s words have special meaning to me. (I hope that’s okay to post as it’s not politics; just commemoration of an important US holiday.)
I keep promising updates and not giving them. Life has suddenly become so busy.
My husband had a great first week at his new job. He actually texted me halfway through his first day to check in. I have been bringing him lunch every morning and have texted him in the late afternoon every day to check on things.
I took Cephastion’s advice and asked my husband if we could meet to talk. I also took some other posters’ advice and have been giving him written lists of things I am doing to change and asking him for feedback on things he needs from me. I have also been giving him lists of all the things about him that I love and that make him a great man. All of these have been given to him in the form of written notes placed in his lunch.
On Friday my husband surprised me by popping up unannounced in the early afternoon at my brother’s (where I am staying). My brother is away for a work project and I am there alone. I was surprised, but pleased. I let him in and he explained that he got off early. I told him it was fine and I was glad to see him; that all I was doing was applying for jobs until it was time to pick my son up from school.
He said, “I’ve read your notes. And I know that you said that you want to meet and talk. So let’s talk.”
I was happy - but not prepared. I didn’t really know where to start. I guess I had thought I would have a chance to get ready for our talk. I don’t do very well with lack of preparation. I asked him if we could pray before we talked. He said yes. We prayed. First silently.
Then I felt the urge to start praying aloud. I just let the words pour out from my heart. Nothing pre-planned. Just my feelings. How deeply sorry I am and how grateful I am for God’s forgiveness. How I know I don’t deserve but one day I pray I will possibly have my husband’s forgiveness. I thanked Him for the blessing of the new job and for our son’s progress and for all of our family and their lives. I thanked Him for second chances. I thanked Him for revealing people who did not deserve to be in our lives. I thanked Him for watching over my father and asked Him to let him know that I miss him every single day.
By the time I was finished praying we were both in tears. My husband is NOT a crier. He is a man’s man - sports, cars, all that stuff. Before D Day only once I had ever seen him cry. At my dad’s funeral. (He cried a LOT after D Day.) Now he was crying at this prayer. I stared at him in bewilderment. The tears on his cheeks shocked me into silence.
He said, “The day your dad died I promised myself that I would take care of his little girl. But I failed. I didn’t protect you from that bastard (he said my former boss’s name). And I didn’t protect you from (he said the OM’s name). I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I started crying again. And told him HE had NOTHING to be sorry about. None of this was his fault. None of it. He tried to interrupt me, to say that he should have listened to whispering in his mind that caused him to suspect the OM had a thing for me, but he dismissed it as paranoia. I looked him in his eyes (something that’s hard for me to do as I have Asperger’s and I hate eye contact - it hurts). I told him NOTHING was his fault. Then I told him I was deeply in love with him and that I was grateful for the day I met him.
He embraced me. He kissed me. I kissed back. And now it might get TMI, but I bent over, unbuckled his pant and...I went down on him. Something I have wanted to do for over 8 or 9 years since we stopped. Since my son was a baby we have pretty much only had “vanilla sex.” I was scared he wouldn’t let me, but he did. He caressed my hair on the top of my head and he moaned aloud and it just made my heart palpitate. (I apologize if this is too graphic. And FYI, the next part is equally graphic.)
We made love right there on the floor. NOT vanilla. He let me ride him...he took me from behind...and lots of other things...it was amazing, just like it used to be when we were first married. I screamed out his name and he clasped my hand as he was inside of me. I had a powerful orgasm and moments later he did too. When he finished, he didn’t pull away. He stayed wrapped up with me on the floor. He stroked the side of my cheek and he smiled at me. He told me that he has never seen another woman as beautiful to him as I am.
It became time to pick up our son. He got up, got dressed. He said I should rest, and he kissed my forehead. Said he would pick our son up today.
And...I haven’t heard from him since. Not Saturday, not yesterday. Not today. My son has called like he usually does, but no texts, calls, or visits from my husband.
I plan to bring him lunch tomorrow morning (he’s off today) like I usually do. Tomorrow my son is with me overnight, and also Wednesday. But I don’t know what to think of this situation with my husband.
Should I reach out to him or continue to wait for him to reach out to me as to not rush him?
Should I let him know how good I thought the sex was? But even better to me was the time before that. When we connected after the prayer, when we were talking. I could feel the heavy emotions in his heart. Like he felt burdened about not being there for me and maybe now it was lifted? I never knew.
Is this hysterical bonding? Was it wrong to go down on him without asking? In case it was a trigger?
I want so desperately to believe that this means something. He came to see me! On his own. That couldn’t just be horniness...could it?
Why is he staying away from me? Do you think he regrets what happened?
Please. I am so confused...
[This message edited by ASoCalledLife at 1:51 PM, January 15th (Monday)]