Monday, December 8, 2008

Back From Hiatus...The Divorce

I am a married man but not to my kitten. Some may see that as a despicable, but it is what it is. My wife gave up on our marriage shortly after a great 3 week vacation in Las Vegas during our R&R from Iraq (my wife is also a deployed soldier, in the same battalion as me and my kitten). 

Here's a little backstory on my brief marriage. I met my wife on yahoo personals shortly after ending the worst, and longest, relationship I have ever had. The Army was moving me to El Paso, and I used the move to my advantage. I ditched the bitch, and found a local girl to show me around. Well, she sure showed me a good time that first night. Apparently, she thought I was hot and that she would never get a second date, so she decided to fuck me while she had the chance. I have to admit, she was good. She did some things on our first night that I had never done before, which blew my mind because I thought I was freaky back then. If only I knew then what potential I had :P. Anyway, we had a great week, and I got the great idea to propose to this girl. She accepted, and a week later we were in the courthouse, watching the decrepit judge drool on our marriage certificate (I have video of it if you don't believe me). 

Things went great, so I thought anyway. Of course we had different opinions on things, and she quickly ceded to my decisions. She was a naturally submissive wife. Her parents, a Mexican and an Iranian, had taught her to submit to her husband. So, while I communicated my problems, she bottled hers up. She didn't want to start fights with me, so she kept it inside. Eventually, about a year later, it all came exploding out in the form of, "I want a divorce." We were apart at the time (I was in Interrogator school in Salt Lake City), so I flew her to me. We talked it out, and I convinced her we should try harder. She admitted she was bottling things up, so we both promised to talk to each other more. Apparently, promises are meant to be broken. 

Fast forward another year, and we were getting ready to deploy. We started off strong, having had a solid 5 months together with no problems at all. A few months after we deployed, I discovered this whole community of people who have similar feelings about relationships as I do. In fact, most of these people were more extreme than me. Sweet! Well, apparently not so sweet. In fact, it was so not sweet that it was actually Divorce Threat #2. Somehow, with my wondrous oratory skills, I managed to convince her not only to not divorce me, but to try being my sub. I mean, she was already a very submissive wife, it wasn't a huge step. So, we tried it. In doing so, I found out that my wife of 2 years (at the time) was a freak. She opened up to me that she was really very slutty before we got married, and that she didn't tell me because she thought I would think less of her. If she only knew. I love a good slut. She had done some things that I would seriously have some issues doing, even if drunk (long story short, sex on a 10 minute ride in an amusement park, while sharing a car with another couple). 

So, we tried the D/s thing, and it went ok. Well, I thought it was going fantastic. We were communicating; we were trusting each other. Life was good. Really good. Her parents were having some financial problems (like always) so we gave them $20,000 to bail them out of debt and keep them off the streets. Her parents were like my parents at that time, so I had no problem helping them out. I felt like it was what a son should do. Then, she showed signs of not being interested in D/s anymore. She reacted pretty negatively to a lot of the ideas she was running across in the research she was doing. She hated the idea of slavery, and hoped I would never want that. Eventually, it died. She stopped wearing her collar, but I transitioned rather smoothly. I desperately wanted my marriage to work. I watched our D/s relationship receive it's fatal wound and left it bleeding on the side of the road while I sped up trying to keep up with my wife. Soon after that, we left for R&R. Things were still good. We had managed to keep the communication and trust from our recently deceased D/s relationship. Wait, no, that's just what I thought. Apparently, she thought differently because just as we were leaving to go on R&R, she dropped Divorce Threat #3. I was shocked...again. We talked a lot. Again. We talked some more. She decided we'd give it another shot. So, we flew home to El Paso, and then to Las Vegas. We originally planned to stay for 6 days, and we had so much fun we stayed for 10. For those who have been to Vegas, we stayed at the Venetian in a very nice suit. It was such a great time. We had fun, took some crazy pictures, and (best of all) pushed any silly idea of divorce off a cliff. The only symptom that something was wrong was the lack of sex. We usually got teased by all our rabbit friends for having sex a lot, and I think we had sex maybe 3 times the whole time we were there. At the time, I attributed it to us being tired. So, all in all, we spent about $15,000 of our deployment money on our trip. Usually, I'm a bit more frugal, but I wanted to go all out so we would have a great time. 

Now, at that time, our plans for the future were to get out of the Army after the deployment, go back to El Paso, and settle down. I would breed English Bulldogs, and she would go back to the Police Department. In order to set these plans in stone, we started looking at houses near her parents' house. We even bought a $4,000 Bulldog puppy in order to get the business started. We flew back to Iraq. Everything was great again. Wait...damnit! Wrong again. Divorce Threat #4 came about a week after we got back, except this time it wasn't a threat. It was the real deal. She had a different tone in her voice, and I knew she was serious. I barely tried to fight it; I simply made sure she knew it was what she wanted. 

So, that takes us to August of this year. The great state of Texas only requires 61 days between filing for divorce and actually getting divorced. So, my wife, who wanted the divorce, did all the paperwork. I filled out what I needed to, but she took care of the rest. The court date was set for 14 Nov 08. We were supposed to be divorced. Well, somehow she fucked it up, and didn't get the right paperwork done. She also needed a lawyer, and not just her mom with a power of attorney. So, she has to wait until we go home for Christmas to finalize the divorce. I didn't find this out until 15 Nov. So, the whole time I was with kitten, I thought I would be divorced when we got back from Iraq. This is significant because I can get in big trouble through the Army if I'm "cheating" on my "spouse." 

Of course, how would they be able to prove I am sleeping with kitten? I guess one way would be if she got pregnant with my child...

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