An Accidental Love Story: Finale(?)

Two Psycho Bitches

The State Trooper had me sit in his passenger seat while his partner sat in the back. Well, that's a good sign right? I'm not in the back? They ask me some questions to look me up and see that I do in fact have a valid license and everything.

"Okay, you can go. Just slow down for me please."

"That's it? Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my God. Thank you so much! I'm sorry!" I shuffle back to my car and take a few seconds to compose myself, but not too many seconds or my emergency clearly wasn't real.

I pass one single exit before it's time to take my exit. I was so close. But oh well, I got away without a ticket or anything worse so it's fine. As I'm pulling into his neighborhood I see a message from Ryan saying he's not home. But I also see him. He's walking down the sidewalk and I pull into the driveway in front of him.

"Get in the car." I don't actually remember how he responded, I was too busy studying his face. He looked different. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure I'd ever seen him upset before. Obviously he'd been upset, we'd both vented plenty of times in the past, but we were always happy when we were together. He wasn't one to share his feelings anyway, so the one time he wasn't thrilled with a situation his face was stoic. I'd never seen him upset.

What I do remember was him being uncooperative and me repeating, "get in the car," about a dozen times. He had me move out of this random house's driveway and park in the street so they wouldn't get upset. Then we went to a nearby bench.

It was 86 degrees and he was shivering. I assume from adrenaline. Apparently she had thrown all the things he'd packed around the house. She had hidden his keys and wallet so he couldn't drive anywhere. And according to him I had just missed her, she had followed him out of the house, yelling at him. Hearing all of this made me feel bad for being short with him earlier. She had found out we were seeing each other eight days ago and since then had become a full scale domestic abuser.

From what I know about abusers she probably didn't just become one, but this wasn't one of the aspects he had discussed with me previously. And as much as I hate this woman I'm not one to make unfounded accusations. Either way, things had seriously ramped up over the past week.

He's obviously not in a good mental state and I do my best to be comforting, although it's not my strong suit. I tell him I'm taking him back to my house. We can come back and get things for the lake in the morning while she's at work. He's still resisting me and I'm again repeating to get in the car but he won't budge.

"Fine," I say walking backwards away from him. "If you won't get in I'm going to your house."

"Why?"

"Get in the car."

"What are you going to do at my house?"

"Does it matter?" I say, still walking. One thing about me, I don't bluff. And he knows that.

"Okay, fine." He gets in the passenger seat. I drive him back to his house, parking a few houses away, so that he can liberate at least a few of his things. He does so pretty easily because by this point she's locked herself in the bedroom and is being pouty.

I wait in the car and text Dakota asking if it's alright for me to sleep with Ryan tonight. One of our rules with dating is that we don't spend the night anywhere. We come home and sleep in the same bed. So even though I'd only be a room over, I had to get permission. I said that I thought he could probably really use some cuddles after tonight.

"That's fine. Don't make it a habit."

It's not quite 3am and we start making the long drive back to my house. There's a camera in the living room as well as a Ring doorbell he can watch from his phone and apparently she quickly realized he left again instead of staying home in the other bedroom. She begins throwing and breaking things. I don't believe in God, but when she let out one of the most heart wrenching howls I've ever heard I grip the wheel tightly and pray for forgiveness over how much pleasure I'm taking from it. It literally sends a shiver down my spine and I am using 100% of my focus to keep from smiling in case he looks up at me. She deserved the hell she created.

Apparently her solution to this problem is opening their garage, put his car in neutral, and just fucking sending it down their steep ass driveway into the neighbors' yard. It hits a utility box. All of which he watched from the doorbell.

They begin chatting through the doorbell. She tells him she "accidentally" broke his car and he should come home to get it out of the neighbors' yard. She can't do it, it's a manual. She also says things like, "I can't believe you left" and "I can't believe you're doing this to [child]" and just a bunch of gaslighting. This is the first time I'm seeing how she gets in his head so much. For months now I couldn't understand it. We would talk and everything would make sense and then the very next day he's questioning everything again. How? How has he not learned his lesson? Well, because she is a very skilled manipulator. It caught me by surprise because she's not skilled at anything else.

So as she's talking I just start talking over her.

"I can't believe you're doing this to us-"

"She's doing it to you all."

"You're not going to be here when [child] wakes up-"

"She thinks you work tomorrow, you wouldn't have been there anyway."

"You're being so selfish-"

"NO." This one pisses me off. I'd been keeping my interjections short so he could hear what she was saying but I lose it on this one. "No, she is being selfish. She is the most selfish person I've ever met. You are not being selfish. Don't let her get in your head."

He's mostly quiet on the way home, listening to her bitch and moan. He occasionally responds with a single sentence before she resumes a barrage of pathetic manipulation.

We get to my house and get in bed. I'm shirtless because duh, how else do you sleep, and he's a bit hard from this. I'm debating whether to initiate. On one hand, if it could relax him and make him feel good, seems like I should. On the other hand, fucking someone while they are in a vulnerable mental state feels pretty gross. I wait to see if he initiates but I get the sense we're both too unsure of what the other wants. We both sleep pretty terribly.

Dakota leaves in the morning and we fuck a couple times. Wow I love this man. I get my daughter ready and drop her off at daycare and we head back to his house. Sara's home with their kid, he can see that from the cameras, but he's hoping to grab a few things he needs for the lake and for work the following day without her making a scene. Maybe she's calmed down a bit by now.

I park a few houses down again and he goes inside. I play on my phone and eventually leave to grab some food from the gas station nearby. I come back and park and eat my food. At this point it's been over an hour. I tell him to hurry up and he says to just leave him there, she still won't give him his keys or wallet.

"You have until I finish my food"

"I can't have a fight in broad daylight in front of my kid"

"You can and you will"

"Please just leave"

"I'm done with my food"

And when I say I don't bluff? I don't. I got out of my car and walked up to their door, looking directly into the doorbell camera. I will admit I didn't expect her to immediately start fighting, I figured there would be yelling and whatever and I didn't really care, but she just immediately threw me down their steps.

Oh. Alright. Despite daydreaming about beating this bitch many times over I was actually trying to take a non-violent approach. Seems like that's not going to work. I go back up the steps and start ramming the door with my shoulder. I'm a hundred pounds, I probably can't break it, but I can sure try. When she answers again I once again don't engage first but when she puts her hands on me I fight just a little harder this time. I'm not going down the fucking steps again, we're going in the house. I push inside and start punching her face. She won't let go. On the inside I'm like man, I don't want to keep punching this lady, I just want her to let go.

What I learned from this day is that I'm not a fighter. I absolutely did not want to put in anymore force than was absolutely necessary to neutralize the threat.

So she's just... pushing me? Not a super effective fighting technique but whatever. Even when she had me on the ground there was no hitting, just pinning. So really based off the two small scrapes I got from the steps, I have to guess she looked worse the next day. I punched her like five times before Ryan separated us.

At that moment, with him standing between us, I have the fleeting thought that we're probably over. I just punched his wife. I'm not sure there's any coming back from that. But I don't have time to focus on those emotions as Sara hurls insult after insult at me. She says I'm crazy, that he doesn't even like me, that he said he was going to break up with me, etc. And like I said, she's good at this shit. I'm standing in their doorway like damn, am I really the crazy one? Has he been playing me this whole time? I know she's crazy but that doesn't mean I'm not, maybe we're just two psycho bitches pointing at each other like the Spiderman meme.

This whole encounter is a bit of a blur to me but by the end it's me and Ryan standing on his porch, and I'm sure she's listening to everything we're saying from the inside. I ask him point blank if he told her he was going to end things with me.

"Yes, but just so she would leave me alone."

"How long have you been telling her that?"

"Just once. Last night when I was trying to leave the house."

"That's it?"

"That's the only time, standing right where you are now."

Maybe I'm a stupid stupid stupid bitch, but I believed him. I still believe everything he told me, to be honest. I know he withheld the truth from me sometimes but I don't think he ever explicitly lied. I told him to go get his things and he said he couldn't.

"You can literally hold her while I grab what you need out of the house. Let's go." He didn't move. "Go get your shit."

"I can't."

"Then tell me to leave." We both stared at each other in silence. "I've given you the opportunity to say you want to stay with her a dozen times. I've asked if you want me to leave you alone so many times." He has the same glazed over look Dakota gets anytime we're in a fight. Completely shut down. "Go get your stuff." Nothing. "Or tell me to leave." Nothing.

"If you don't choose I'm going to make the decision for you. If I leave here don't ever talk to me again." There is some emotion in his eyes that no longer allows me to meet his gaze. "Go get your stuff." 1...2...3...4...5... I count in my head. I can see from my peripheral he hasn't moved at all. I wonder if he notices my fingers moving as I count. ...17...18...19...20. "Okay," I say as I turn around and leave. I hope that I hear him say something. Or he comes after me. But I reach my car a few houses down and I'm still alone.

This may not fit my domme persona online, but I'm a crybaby. Majorly. So I'm trying to hold myself together until I get home so I don't have to see through tears while I drive. But I get home and... there's nothing. Over the last few weeks there's been several times I've felt so sad that I decide to let myself cry it out... but no tears ever come. There's nothing left. That was everything I had in me.

Now when I started writing this saga this is where I planned on ending it. I had a whole poetic metaphor about how some people aren't meant to be in your life from pilot to finale, sometimes they're only meant to be in one season. But over the last couple weeks I have (stupidly) been given a little hope.

I deleted his number so that I couldn't text him because I have no self control. I made a playlist of sad songs (the first of which is Good While it Lasted by Ashnikko) as I was mourning our relationship. I named it do you still listen to my playlists? It was a rhetorical question really, it was kind of a farewell. If he saw it, he knew that I didn't regret anything. That it really was good while it lasted.

I didn't expect him to respond. But he made a playlist titled Yes I do. Over the past couple weeks we've been communicating via song titles. I now have like ten playlists I don't listen to. But anyway, supposedly he's moving out soon and is hoping to reconnect once he gets his shit together. And for some reason I'm insane enough to want to reconnect too. It's been a month now, and we've had very limited communication, but maybe just maybe this series will get an epilogue.

Until then this is all you get. I hope you enjoyed the ride.