I woke up late the next morning from what little sleep I did get. It was a rough night being very restless. Had a hard time trying to get what I had seen out of my head and to get what rest I could. Wresting with my thoughts all night long. The feeling of being weak, shocked, and disappointed. How could I let him get away with doing that to my wife? Then again I knew I surely could not fight him on the issue, to burst in and stop them. I am sure all that would have accomplished was me being in a lot of pain; both physical and mental. Not to mention making me a bit of a hypocrite having done that myself while we were still together and not separated as we are now. Though my wife and I always spoke in a fantasy way of her doing something like this we never actually thought we would. I honestly wasn’t sure what to think of the whole situation or what to do about it.
Getting out of bed I grabbed something quick to eat. Before I could even finish there was a knock on my door. Opening it up I found myself staring at my neighbor Jerome. I have never seen him with such a big grin on his face. Slapping me on my shoulder he asked me how I was doing this morning. Telling him I was fine he told me he had a great time last night and couldn’t wait to tell me all about it. But first he said he needed to apologize for what he did to me at the bar. He said he was sorry, that he blew off the handle and shouldn’t have been so nasty to me. He then went on to explain what happened last night between him and Marisa. Even though I already knew exactly what happened I played ignorant not wanting to let him know what I had seen.