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Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... of our wedding to acquaintances, who were still in contact with my husband’s first wife. Having seen our wedding photos she learned I was a handicapped woman with one leg and she could easily recognize me. I knew it was crucial that I keep this repulsive encounter with Amy private. If I had told my husband of this sickening encounter, he would have rushed to Amy's house to complain. If he had violated Amy's restraining order he could have been sent to prison as he was serving a three year suspended sentence. I was an emotional wreck that evening and my dear husband could not comfort me at all. Next day I was in a happy mood again and I kept my secret until we took the baby Becky home from the hospital. I thought my husband would not rush to Amy’s house after the birth of our second child so he wouldn't be sent to prison. So I told my husband I needed an important conversation with him. "John, I need to ask for one important thing from you." He responded involuntarily, "My Kitchen Fairy!" I carried on, "You must swear on the life of our kids you won’t rush out when I tell you this." He looked at me, very disturbed, "Wendy, all right I swear on the lives of our kids I won’t run away. But Why?" I almost began to cry, but I tried to be strong, "Do you remember when I came home from the "White Oaks" Mall and I cried all evening? Do you remember you couldn’t comfort me that evening?" "I remember and you never told why you cried then." I began to cry, because I remembered how Amy ...

... humiliated me in front of all those people. We kept silent a while and I continued my confession, "I met your trashy bitch first ex wife, Amy at "White Oaks" and she humiliated me in front of about forty people. She said we were losers and we deserved each other." I cried and saw my dear husband was red from his anger. So I told him, "I’m not going to let you go to the prison for three years." I cried loudly, but my husband started to understand everything. He said indignantly, "That sassy bitch Amy, she insulted you so that I could violate the restraining order and I was close to imprisonment for three years!" He looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes. I wept. He carried on calmly, "Thank you, Wendy you're very smart. I’m very happy you’re my wife, but that bitch Amy! Wendy, you love me so that you could think properly! Perhaps I'd have gone to Amy to complain about your humiliation then but I won’t go near her now. I don’t want to go prison; our kids and you are first in my heart now and I love all of you very much." We embraced and kissed passionately and I told him as we broke apart, "John, I love you…I love you…I love you very much and I don’t want to lose you!" John moaned, "My fantastic Kitchen Fairy!" A wife, if her husband is a good man, will not love his earlier wives, but she doesn't generally hate them. After that encounter I hated Amy as much as my husband did. I went forward in the time line so I would go back to my encounter with Amy. After getting to my fourth ...