For a long time I blamed myself, too. No, I hadn't cheated, but I must have done something wrong ... had to have overlooked some need, some cry my wif...e had made for help.Living on the coast, though, left me facing the bold truth that people are basically selfish bastards ... man and woman alike. People preen and pose, desperate for attention. When they get it, they snub those offering it; when they're ignored they act out to realize the same ... If they're ignored, the people with better things. We are a TRES." He pulled a small jewelry box out of his pocket. "Nicole, I asked you to marry me and put a napkin ring on your finger when you said yes. It's time for a real engagement ring."He opened the box, and a sparkling diamond solitaire gathered in light and turned it into a kaleidoscope.I gasped. "Oh, how beautiful, Josh!"He slipped the ring on my finger. It fit perfectly. I started to kiss him, but he held up his hand."Sandy, I thought about giving you an identical ring, but... well,. I’m not sure if this was on purpose or not, but I wasn’t going to ask; after all, I was enjoying watching this absolute bitch show me her goodies, so I could beat off and pretend I was grudge-fucking her.One day while searching through my dad's nightstand for change for the arcade, I saw a small envelope with some pictures.Back in those days, families would sit around a couple times a year, look through photo albums and reminisce about days past and I thought, these were just not put in our. When he opened his eyes, he found himself strangely energized, in spite of the lucid details of his dream. Why had he let this man have his wife, over and over? Few husbands would have been so accommodating, so weak in the face of a wife's professed sexual encounters. How could he have brought her here a second time? Suddenly he knew what had to be done.Neither the manicured lawn nor the marble steps under his feet weakened his resolve. He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take.