Love Squared to the Second Power

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The Honeymoon

We went to Mackinac Island which is where he was born. It's this huge island in the middle of the massive lake. I was not feeling well and decided I was going to take a nap before we went for a swim. It was mid-summer, so the weather was gorgeous. Raymond told me to get some rest he was going to see a few friends who couldn't make the wedding but wanted to take us out for a drink when we got to the island. He asked if that was okay, and I said of course it was. I laid down for about two hours when I woke up, he still was not back to the cottage. So, I decided to take a stroll it was about midnight. Wondering where he could be I went down to the beach.

That is when my blood began to boil, and I wondered if I made the worst mistake of my life. Raymond was on the beach with a girl I had only ever met once. He and her were in the midst of screwing when he looked up and his eyes got big. He jumped to his feet and said the usual line when someone gets caught in the act “it's not what it looks like” now I had never thought myself to be an angry or violent person but for some reason at that moment I thirsted for her and his blood. I ran down to them and punched him with all my might. He went flying down to the water line about four feet away. She tried to scramble to get to her feet that is when her and I tangled. I got her with a mean right hook. Then her head met my knee. By the time I was done they both were bleeding badly.

I went back to the cottage, packed my bags and then walked to the dock. There I got on the last ferry back to the mainland. Then I got into my car and headed home. I was so angry that I didn’t get far because it was impossible to focus on driving. So, I decided to stop at the first motel I came to in the city for the night. The next morning, I set back out there wasn't much traffic on the 127 which I heard was unusual. By the time I got home Raymond had called me twenty-six times and had called my brothers and sisters who got extremely worried about me.

I explained what happened and they said they always knew I had a temper and they worried about anyone who ever crossed me. My brothers wanted to beat him senseless, and I told them that he wasn't worth it. My problem then inlaid with the fact that I didn't believe in divorce; everyone in my family had been divorced at least once and I wanted to be the first to never get one. I had gone to the courthouse to see about an annulment but apparently in Michigan my situation did not warrant one.

After a few weeks of Raymond stalking me, I finally decided to give him a second chance. He said he would never mess up like that again. So, I let him come home. Things were rough but we decided to do marriage counseling. College was going to be starting soon and I needed to get my attention focused back on that. Med School and Law School would require a lot of focus which I tried explaining to him and he seemed very jealous about it.

We were going through marriage counseling and things seemed to be going okay. I was having a hard time letting the whole thing go though. I could not get the vision of him and the other woman out of my head. He was also starting to be very aggressive. One night after a long therapy session he was drinking I asked him if he should slow down, and he told me to mind my own f*****g business. A week later he came home drunk, and I had fallen asleep in my chair. I awoke when a bottle hit me in the head. He said he was sorry he wasn't trying to wake me or hurt me, but he tripped, and his bottle flew out of his hand.

About a week before college started, I got a phone call from a friend saying they saw my husband kissing another woman on the porch of my in laws house which was less than a mile away from mine. When I got there, I noticed my in laws weren't even home. So, I walked into the house. I checked everywhere but there was no sign of my husband. Then I heard laughter from the guest room. I headed over and walked in and there was Zenna, my now former best friend who actually I once upon a time dated. She was on top of my husband. I dragged her off by her hair when she reached for my husband's knife off the nightstand. About that moment my in-laws and two of my husband’s sisters walked in. I smashed the knife out of the tramp’s hand and continued to beat the s**t out of her.

I could not see anything but rage. I was so angry at this little b***h and my husband. After what seemed like forever my husband's family finally got me off of the tramp. She called the cops and was taken by ambulance to the emergency room. The cops wanted to arrest me, but his family said it was self-defense and showed the cops where the knife was laying on the floor.

That is the moment I told Raymond it was over, and I was going to file for a divorce. He begged me not to, but I did not care. I was done, I went home, packed his s**t and threw it in the yard. When he came to pick it up my brothers were waiting for him with strong advice to leave me alone permanently. I thought that he would just get over it and agree to the divorce. That's where I was completely wrong.