My Best Friend Mar

When we got to work Mark's car was destroyed, there was nothing left of it, the windows had been smashed out, the headlights destroyed, damage to every square inch of the car, she had even set the car on fire. The fire department and the police were looking for Mark, but he was no where to be found, they feared he may be hurt, or worse, the video footage showed Kim had smashed the car with a baseball bat, then doused the car in gasoline, setting it on fire, cheering and doing a dance as the car burnt.

The police had picked her up and were holding her in custody, waiting for Mark to file official charges against her. Mark would get a lawyer, getting a restraining order against her for his safety, one of the officers suggested to him, Kim would be told to stay away or they would lock her up till her trial.

Once I was done with the project Mark put in for a transfer to a sister company he currently worked for. He and I settled in our home, Mark sought out psychiatric help for all the years of abuse he had endured with his parents and her. Mark quickly put on weight, he and I took up running to keep ourselves in shape, all of Mark's wounds healed nicely, leaving only a few reminders of his past life with Kim, and his parents.

Mark and I had a wonderful sex life, the man was insatiable, he would wear me out. He could never get enough sex, he and I made love all the time, Mark craved affection he loved to be held, touched, kissed. I never tired of his touch or kiss, I truly loved this man with all of my heart and soul.

I did find when Mark was in an uncomfortable situation, or someone around us raised their voice Mark was close at me side, his hand would find mine, seeking strength and comfort, security from me. I always reassured him he was safe with me always, no one would ever harm him with me around.

Mark and I traveled, to many destinations, but our favorite place was in bed on the weekends laying there nose to nose, looking in each others eyes, telling each other how much we loved each other. Laying there one Saturday morning looking into each others eyes.

"Lets have a baby!" Mark suggested out of the blue.

I was shocked, not against it mind you, but we would have to think about it. Mom eventually moved in with Mark and I, we loved having her with us, her house was far to big for her needs anymore. She loved to be with us, Mark eventually ended up calling her Mom, his own family not wanting any contact with him anymore now that he was with me having chosen the path he now was on.

Mark and I decided to pursue adoption at first then possibly finding a surrogate to have a child or maybe two of our very own. We finally decided on a surrogate. She would carry not one but two babies for us, one fathered by Mark the other by myself. It was a long tedious process, but eventually we had our two babies, a boy and then a girl, both kids were perfect in every way possible, Mark would be the stay at home Dad, tending to both kids. I have to say I have never seen a man so happy in my entire life. Mom did what she could to help Mark, but she was getting on in age so she was not able to handle two small children for long periods of time.

When I got home after work I took over the kids so Mark could get dinner ready, The kids grew up quickly, Mark and I never strayed or looked elsewhere, I loved this man with all my heart and soul, he was my true better half, my soulmate. We still lay in bed mornings looking into each others eyes, telling each other how much we love each other, sometimes its with two kids trying to get us out of bed to make them breakfast.

Mark and I had happy times and sad times, Mom passed away a few years after she came to live with us, she always told us they were the happiest years of her life living with the two of us. Our kids grew up eventually graduating and on to university, Mark and I found the house to be so empty, but we had each other, we traveled and saw both our kids marry and settle down, with kids of their very own, I still look at Mark and he still makes me smile, his silliness at times, and how much I truly love this man.

Mark's parents passed on a year after Mom did, Mark and I did not attend the funeral, there was to much bad blood that had happened between them. Mark and I went to their gravesides, placing flowers at their graves some time after, Mark having a moment alone with them to tell them he forgave them for all they had did to him.

Kim was in and out of jail, she never did try to contact Mark ever again, Mark filed for divorce she did not contest it. Mark and I married having a small ceremony, once his divorce finalized.