Everything felt so dull, colorless and empty after she was gone. I hadn’t realized that she was the one that had made my world so bright and sunny. ...For weeks I moped around and refused to be social in any way. I needed my little fairy back but knew that it would never happen. With some effort I managed to get my act together and continue with my life.Disa and I kept in touch with weekly phone calls, sometimes more often, and daily e-mails. Apparently she had married into the good life and got. I didn't want to tell them that if I could pitch, and pitch well, I didn't care if I ever hit. Between my Dad, a couple of local ex-pro's, and Baseball camp I attended between my 3rd and 4th years I had the science of pitching etched into my head and I seemed to learn every time I pitched and I amazed myself at the retention for detail I had. I trained carefully, warmed up carefully, and treated my arm like a Stradivarius. Even with my letter of intent to SC the Kansas City Royals and Oakland. As soon as she went I gave my very best friend Pete a call. I had confessed to Pete what had happened in the week, I grew up with him and trust him with anything. His suggestion was to take my mind off it and go to a strip club with him as we hadn’t been since we were k**s. What the hell let’s do it and off we went, strange places in reality but it did manage to take my mind off it for a while. When you know your wife is in the company of two hung guys one you know she has fucked and she. How was she doing the text messages?Unless this was proof she could access other cells. No. No way. Thependulem in my mind was swinging back again. This couldn't be real. Aperiod tracker app couldn't be doing all this. It had to be a prankthat had gone horribly wrong when Andrea Martin died in the caraccident. But why continue if that was the case? The pendulem wasswinging back again and I knew I had to do whatever Flo wanted just incase all this was real."You really are a day-dreamer, aren't.