My Darling Dick

Just to give you a better idea of where Dick and I were as a couple, I need to go back to ground zero, the day I came home from the hospital. As I mentioned before, the instructions I received from my doctor were to stay in a reclined position and not to get up except for trips to the bathroom and meals. I was to do this for a week, then I could start getting up and walking around for 10 minutes at a time a few times a day. One point that was stressed about the first day was that I was not to be left alone. I guess knowing that most people have a habit of not following the "Don't get up" rule to the letter makes it important to have someone around to enforce it. Its just that it feels so good to be home you think you have more stamina than you actually do, and that leads to taking on more than you should. So, just in case I got woozy from the meds and passed out, or fell, I needed to have someone there. Not a problem. I had a husband. He cared about me. He would be there to tend to my every need. Even though he was a cheating son-of-a-bitch, he still cared about my well being...or so I thought. It was somewhere around nine o'clock when I heard the sound of keys jingling. No...I said to myself...it couldn't be...could it? He wouldn't...would he? Was he going out? You bet ya! I got up and went to the top of the stairs and there he was by the door, putting his coat on. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Going out with Harry." He said. I reminded him that I wasn't supposed to be left alone. He told me that he had plans, he promised Harry he'd meet up with him. I started to cry..."Please don't go out. Not tonight! What if something happens to me?" "I have my phone, just call me." Oh, yea, right. Now there's a good idea I thought...when I finally come to after passing out, I'll crawl to my phone and call a drunk to come help me!!! That is if he even bothers to answer it. "Please," I said again, "Stay home. Don't leave me alone." "Sorry but I promised Harry. You weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow, so we made plans. Its not my fault you came home a day early." Aside from the little sniffles and hiccups one gets when crying, no other sounds came out of me. I stood there quietly sobbing in disbelief as I watched him walk out the front door. His parting words to me were "I won't be late." I don't know about you, but I consider anything after midnight as being late. So, when 2:20am rolled around and he stumbled in I knew that he may have seen Harry that night at some point, but he must have been with her. I had no way to prove it, it was just a gut feeling, that and the fact that he never came upstairs to go to bed. He slept on the couch in the family room. He always did that as a way of avioding me incase I happened to be awake. He probably had a date and didn't want to cancel. If he was really going out with Harry, he would have canceled...well, he would have at least considered cancelling. I didn't like all the wondering. Where was he going? Who was he with? Was he telling me the truth? So, I did the only thing I could do...I went online and ordered a GPS tracking device to put in the car...best investment I ever made! I had it shipped to my friend Claire's house to avoid Dick accidentally coming across it. And, I put a rush on it. Now the real fun was about to begin.