Continuing from part three.
We ended up coming home and barely speaking on the several hour trip. I should definitely get an Oscar nomination for pretending to be angry at her. She practically cried the whole way home. Once home, she wanted to talk again and I said, “I have no time for you, you dirty whore“.
The next day she got up and fixed me my favorite breakfast. I took a plate and walked it over to the trashcan, dumping it in. That sent her into another crying phase. We did not speak words for three days. She finally cornered me in the garage and begged me to forgive her. I pretended to think about it but what she didn’t know was, that I already had plans in mind to “forgive her“.
She looked at me with puppy dog eyes and said “Honey, I love you. You are the only man that I have ever been with before this I mean only man that I want to ever be with. Please know that I was not in my right mind. I swear to you that this will never happen again“.