About four months before I packed my shit to flee, she suddenly gets all lovey dovey. She was fucking me like shit goddamn! and even had dinner waiting when I walked in at night. I am not the kind of guy who expects things to be like this, especially if the wife has a full time job.
I remember one night telling her so. I appreciate the effort. Isn't it funny how far a little sex and some hot chow will go to keep me complacent. But you don't have to grovel.
After a couple of weeks of this she mentions that her family all wants to go to Puerto Vallarta and we are invited. I had a suspicious flash then but seeing how the invite only included a week in a time share who's cost was to split among us and everything else was all up to us to pay for I didn't think any thing more. So we get down there and have fun. She was as nicey nice as nice can be and like one should never do around a sociopath I let my guard down. Her little sister did mention that she was surprised my mother in law let us come because at first she wouldn't allow her to tag along saying she needed to stay home and work on her marriage
Duh.duh duh duh.
Sang to the tune of the tums antacid commercial.
So the stay is over and are all on de plane coming home. We arrive at DFW and disembark and she is holding my hand and we are with her family walking toward the parking lot. It was such a precious scene.
Her loving husband who's marriage had just been snatched from the jaws of divorce court. Outside we all split up to go our separate ways.
As SOON as no one from her family could see us she tossed my hand off like it was big dog turd and said
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME.