Implications Of A Backdraft

When High Concentrations Of Emotions Are Present

My story picks up with my return home after a rendezvous with Scott, the local firefighter. It was during this time that my husband's suspicions about my behavior at work began to mount. The exact trigger that set off his internal alarm bells remain a mystery, but one thing was for sure: he had zeroed in on my activities and was closely monitoring me through the restaurant’s security cameras from home. It's hard to take offense at this point, considering that I probably needed some level of supervision.

This marks the conclusion of my story involving Antonio and Scott, at least in terms of the adulterous phase with these two men. As I've journeyed through these stories, I've had the chance to reflect on the stark reality of how little respect I held for myself. The erosion of my self-esteem is evident—especially in the context of my marriage—considering the numerous times I ventured into extramarital affairs.

At this juncture, I can't say with any certainty what I was truly seeking. I haven't quite figured that out yet. However, what's clear is that there was a conspicuous absence of devotion and admiration for the man I had married. I am confident that this sentiment was mutual.

Let’s get back on the road.