I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1 - Sex Stories

I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1

... unresponsive--was my wonderful wife.” I paused for a few seconds, taking a lengthy sip of my drink. There were tears in my eyes when I looked up at Toni. I was surprised when she leaned forward to kiss them from my cheeks. “I thought at the time that she’d suffered a stroke. My arm still around her waist, I pulled her to the phone on the wall, holding her tightly while I pressed 911. I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth fast enough and then there was the horrible wait for the ambulance and the police to arrive. Later that night after I called our kids I sat alone in her hospital room while she was being tested. My emotions were out of control when she was wheeled in and placed into the bed. If the nurses knew anything they weren’t saying. Lizzie just laid there, her eyes open and still not moving, when the doctor finally walked in to see me. “He was Dr. Thompson, a neurologist. He was slow and patient as he explained that Lizzie had not had a stroke. He thought it was something I’d learn to dread—Early Onset Alzheimer’s. I asked a lot of questions and he tried to answer all of them. I learned that night that thousands of men and women as young as forty are stricken every year with a condition for which there was no cure. Earlier that evening I had prayed that Lizzie hadn’t had a stroke. Later I prayed that she had…anything other than Alzheimer’s. “Lizzie came out of her…I still don’t know what it was—spell…trance…episode, something like that I guess. I really don’t know ...

... and neither did the doctors. I learned later that she’d had many small short-duration spells over the past months, but had hid them from me in fear of what might be happening to her. She had medicine that made her wired, but at the time I thought that was preferable to the times when she was out of it—when she couldn’t recall the simplest things in our life like who I was or the names of our children. At least I could speak with her and hold her. Yes, I know what you’re thinking—make love to her. I didn’t realize then that all the medication did was to buy a little time. She’s still taking medication, but who knows if it’s doing any good. I can’t see any visible signs that it is. “She kept slipping away and, worse, she seemed to realize what was happening. The frequency of the spells began to increase and their duration was longer. Her memory sometimes seemed to completely disappear as she became more and more disoriented. I came home from work several times to find her car in the garage but the house empty. I can’t begin to tell you how frantic that made me. “One of our ideas was to have a party with our neighbors. Once everyone had a drink I asked for quiet and began to tell them of Lizzie’s condition. I could hear the gasps as I described what we, but mostly she, had been through. I finished by asking for their help. Several of the wives were home during the day. Would they be willing to keep an eye out for her? I wasn’t at all surprised that everyone volunteered. In spite ...