MY GAY HUSBAND WANTS ME OUT!! INTERESTING

I were a perfect couple, save for the absence of sex. We eventually grew on each other. He was way more matured that I was and quite frankly, than surprised me. I mean, whoever told me that gay people aren’t humans with brains? The only snag was sex. Although we both didn’t talk about it anymore, it was an undercurrent issue between us. I was growing frustrated by the day and I could sense that he felt it too. I had resolved not to leave the marriage for two reasons. Or maybe three. One, the world would keep score (let’s see how many husbands she is going to end up with). Two, I don’t want to confuse my little girl. I mean one day she has a daddy, the next she has a stepdad. Next, she doesn’t have anyone or worse, she has another stepdad? I mean, common! That was enough to mess the poor girl up. Then the last one, I kind of like the guy. Yea, yea, I know you think I’m crazy. I think so too. I mean who does that? Who likes a guy who lies to her? Truth is, we’re all humans, and we make mistakes, right? Right! Anyway, since I still haven’t figured out what to do with my non-existent sex life, I was stuck. I can’t go around sleeping with people, can I? That would be a scandal. Besides, I feel that would be morally wrong. Then, there is this issue of conscience. I feel I can’t cheat on my husband.

Then one night, something happened, Martins woke me up in the dead of the night, wanting to talk. I was dead tired and quite frankly, cranky. Martins had travelled for two days without me hearing from him. I tried calling but couldn’t connect. My sweet father popped in to” keep me company” that was what he said. But somehow I suspected that there was more to it. My mother misses me, he said and I would very much appreciate it if I went to see her. She was the one who exiled me, not the other way round, I reasoned. To cut a long story short, he went with my girl for the weekend. That, he said would buy me some more time before I finally showed up. To keep my sanity, I asked the helps to leave for an early weekend so I could busy myself with reorganising and redecorating the house. I could see in their eyes they were super excited. By the time I was done, I was weary and my husband hasn’t called. Gosh, I miss Martins, why in hades wouldn’t he just call me already? With that thought I went to sleep.

It was when Martins woke me up that I realised I was sleeping on the couch in the guest room and that he had indeed called like one million times and I missed them. He left tons of messages even. The way he carried me into our bedroom suggested to me that he had missed me too and the look in his eyes, gosh, I could swear that the man is deeply in love. I mentally kicked myself for daring to hope that he would love me. What was I thinking?

Martins told me about his trip which was surprising to me that he would. Then he handed me a bulky, sealed brown envelop. He advised that I read it in the morning when I had the chance. I was too tired anyway, so I left it on the night stand and prepared for bed.

He kissed me on the lips and he said good night. But I could see that he was worried.

The following morning, after our normal routine, he inquired if I’d had the time to read the contents of the envelope? I lied. I said I did and I saw a look in his eyes. A look that suggested to me that he was terrified. I asked if everything was okay, he said everything was fine. He was eager to know what my reaction was and I said I needed some more time to think. He said he was going for a casual business meeting and asked if I would go with him. I said I would love to but I needed sometime alone. He said fine and left. Now I am worried.

As soon as the gate shut behind him, I dove for the envelope. Dear Vi, I know how much hurt I have caused your beautiful spirit. I am deeply and truly sorry. I will forever live to earn your forgiveness. Martins.

To read such a heartfelt letter from Martins brought to the surface all the emotions I had buried deep within me and I totally lost control of the handle. With blurry eyes, I read through all the other documents. Martins was worth much more than I had thought (in liquid cash, fixed deposits and fixed assets) and he had signed over half of all he has all over the world to me and they are legit. Then I got to a separate envelope. With trepidation, I opened it. Lo and behold, my fear was confirmed. Martins was giving me a way out. There was marriage annulment papers in that envelope and they had been signed! I was furious with him. How dare he? After three years of living together, how dare he sign an annulment papers without even consulting with me? How could he even think of that? How long has he been thinking of it? I mean Martins didn’t control a vast business empire by doing things on the impulse! He thought carefully and planned thoroughly before each decision was made. He was a careful planner. Then I remembered his note. He never said he loved me. He barely even signed his name. He never referred to himself as my husband. He wanted me out of his life.

He then dropped a bombshell. He told me he broke up with his gay lover half the world away from us (yea, that’s Martins for you. If he sets his mind on keeping a secret, he goes all the way and it stays that way, a secret).