What a crappy week. Only two more days until the weekend, but there was nothing to look forward to. Our separation had officially happened last Friday.... Truth be told, it happened long before that, but Friday made it official. Shed taken our three year-old daughter, Abby, and moved in with her parents. I sighed as I checked my office planner one last time before leaving the office. Hmm&hellip,Id forgotten to call the babysitter to cancel for this coming Friday night. Might as well delete her. You're a fine young lady and a worthy friend of Britt and Chad. See you on Sunday." Yes, Ma'am. I'll be there. Bye."Britt was beginning to look nervous. I said, "Britt, Dad will call on time. He watches that kind of thing."She said, "Was I really starting to look nervous?"Mom said, "Yes."The phone rang. Mom answered it. She said, "Let me put you on speaker."She did and Dad's voice came over the speaker. "We actually found out quite a lot. I am assuming Britt and Chad are there and. On the way back to her home, she was holding my waist, and while driving, I was talking to her about the project. Because of my helmet, she wasn’t able to hear properly, so she came a bit towards the front, and her head was above my shoulder. 2 minutes later, she shifted her hands from my waist, and smoothly slid it to my thighs. I had just started enjoying her hands on my thighs, and her boobs on my back, but within no time, we reached her home. Nothing much happened that day.Next day I kept. I know something of its intent. Not that I can articulate what I mean, it’s just a feeling, or maybe an intuition, but whatever I know or feel it’s a gift from the monster, a cancer, and I’ve no doubt it’ll kill me. And what I mean by that is that I’ll kill myself when I reach the end of my sanity. I don’t hold out much hope for anyone else either. At night, lying in bed wide awake, things got so bad that I had to look under the bed to make sure it wasn’t lurking there. But to be able to check.