Why Did I Get Married

I was a young man from the projects. Black men were labeled as drug dealers, or gang members. I was one of the very few in my hood that went to college, or even got their diploma.

My last year of college I met the women of my dreams. I have to admit I was completely whipped after only six months together.

Everything was perfect, or so that’s the impression I was under. Little did I know my wife was holding onto a secret. This would soon not only destroy our relationship, but also jeopardize my freedom.

Today started off just like any other day. I woke up early to the smell of bacon, coming from the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and there she is looking as fine as she want to be. I began to kiss her on the neck, and that triggered a late start to  the day.

 She turns around and starts to kiss me. I am more than ready for this early morning treat. She put her hand in my pants and release the beast. Tiffany  got down on her knees and began to give me the most amazing blow job ever.

 While sucking so on my dick like she enjoyed it more than me. After that we make it onto the floor and I raised her legs over my shoulders. than I kissed her between her thighs and then onto that hot throbbing pussy.

 I went to take a shower so I could make it to work on time. While  getting out of the  shower I heard her phone ring. The ringing would not stop. They would hang up and call right back.

So I step out the shower to answer her phone. When I picked the phone up  I could hear someone breathing on the phone. I asked who is this the breathing just continued. I just hung up the phone. Not really thinking anything of this I headed out to work.  

Around lunch time I started to get a bad feeling in my gut. So I decided to call my wife. The phone just rang and went to voice mail. I thought to myself maybe she is in the shower. So I waited 10 min and called back

. This time the phone went straight to voice mail. Something inside said get home. I told my boss I had to leave to go check on my wife.

At this point my mind is spinning with different scenarios  I punch the gas while continuing to call. I pull up to the house. The first thing I notice is the door was cracked open.

Not knowing if anyone was inside I slowly push the door open. I could hear something coming from the bedroom. So I slowly walk towards the door. I been down and look through the peep-hole that’s when I saw my wife doing the unthinkable. She was on her knees with some guy I had never seen.

I thought about running to the kitchen and grabbing a knife. Then I thought about getting locked up. After catching my breath I kicked in the door.

I grabbed a lamp and I guess I blacked out. Apparently  he sustained massive brain damage. The lamp base was made of lead. My wife told the police that I knocked the man down and hit him over the head repeatedly until he was dead. 

 I am now serving LIFE in prison. Every day I have to fight to keep my manhood. This place makes going to HELL a vacation. Thinking back know I know she was never for me.

I regret the way it all went down. In that moment I could not withhold the rage. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make this right.

 Tiffany was not harmed during this attack. We have not talked since though. So I guess the moral is just the right moment with the wrong person can caused a life time of impressment.