My sexual engagements went on with Oliver. My weekends would come slow and go fast. We would make sure to make the most of what we had. I'd try and come in on Fridays and leave as late as possible on Sundays.
It had been 2 years since I had been with Oliver. On my home front...not that I like to talk about it. But many of you would be wondering what happened to her marital life. So, my husband and I were just existing. Every now and then we would just have sex and talk a bit some times. If we had guests over or went out we made sure to show our best faces. But we knew we were at the crossroads and yet neither of us were walking out.
One day when I came home he was all drunk and had two naked ladies in the jacuzzi in our back yard. As such I have no problem with his lifestyle, seeing that I had one, but I never brought anyone home. I know where to draw the line, especially since it was agreed in the pre-nup. There was a row between us that night. It got out of hand, a little physical where basically he hit me right across the cheek, and then grabbed me by my hand his face close to mine, gritted his teeth and hurled abuses at me, and then pushed me away with all his might. I hit my head on the chest of drawers and passed out on the floor. When I woke up my hand was badly bruised and a blood clot on my forehead. It was morning, my husband was nowhere to be seen. I slowly gathered myself up showered, packed my bags and took a cab to Sharon's.
Janine took me in, as I broke out immediately upon seeing her. She hugged me without saying anything. She sat me on the couch and headed to get me some wine. Just then Sharon walked in and I just let myself out completely. Over these years, for some reason I had a very different connection with Sharon. Although we were friends, but there were so many times when she would look so differently at me, and I did not complain cause it made me feel warm and cared for. And it all just felt right, at that moment. I sat there pouring out and she was there, comforting me, listening to me and assuring me that she would be there for me. She bandaged my wound from last night and applied some cream to the bruise on my hand while I was off loading my sob story on her. Janine was a big help as well before she ran off for some errands.
Later in the evening, the girls accompanied me as we watched some movie and ate dinner before I withdrew to my bed. However in the middle of nowhere I found myself sitting on the bed and screaming for help, tears flowing down my face. Sharon rushed form her bedroom to check on me, as Janine followed. Sharon asked her to get some water, as she herself sat next to me and comforted me.
Janine excused herself as she had to go early next day for work. Sharon was with me holding me as I had again collapsed in her arms. She still had the same warm feel to her hug. I asked her if she could sleep with me as I was terrified of sleeping alone. She snuggled me as we slept. I have honestly never had this feeling ever in my life and I didn't want it to end.
