This is the start of our annual Christmas card I will be sending out with pictures I have of WW and Max on the cover. These will go to her family and friends as an update on her special life
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
January 2004
Well we started out the year a little slow, BUT KEEP READING, YOU WON’T WANT TO MISS A WORD. Cmanca’s mom was supposed to come back with us after our Christmas visit in Detroit, but a terrible cold kept her home until a future date. Cymanca is working hard on plans for our new medical building and hopes that it will solidify our financial future. He is still having side effects from the stroke he had but I told him his excuses of tiredness were starting to sound a little lame to me. His dreams are for me to stay home, as my rheumatoid arthritis is getting much worse. I have stopped all my medications, so that as we try to have a baby we can avoid the deformities that accompany the medications that I have been taking. Even though I just started a new career that I chose, I complain each and every morning that I hate what I’m doing and don’t want to go to work. In typical CYMANCA fashion, he wants me to stay home and take care of my health. Could you believe he can be so selfish? Just to show him I spent $2000.00 on clothes and shoes. I also told him I wanted my implants resized and a Brazilian butt lift ($12 grand). That will fix him for trying to take care of me. I could have everything right now if he didn't insist on sending money to his sister (just because she has been laid off 2 measley years) and his mother( $700/mos Social Security payments can go a long way if you are good about saving coupons).
February
A short month and the winter doldrums have set in. CYMANCA is exhausted but he can’t see us going on our spring trip to Cabo San Lucas because he is worried about finances again. Thank God he hasn’t said a word about all the money I’m spending going to London and Paris with my mom and Aunt in June. He would have a fit if he new just how much it was going to cost just for the new clothes. I can’t go looking like a ragamuffin. Still no pregnancy but CYMANCA is just using the old deformed baby trick that will occur if we have one before the medication is out of my system. He is such a pessimist. He worries about what affect the Rheumatoid would have on me as a mom. He is such a jerk. I told him countless times that he would be taking care of the baby anyway. I can’t imagine having to deal with spit, poop, and all those responsibilities. And there is no baby gonna chew on my beautiful new size C cups and ruin my nipples for something you can buy in any 7-11 dairy freezer. The hard part would be me gaining only a little weight then having a C-section so I won’t get those nasty stretch marks and hips wide enough to drive a truck through. If I can’t wear my tight blouses and skirts to Rotary Club meetings on Thursdays, what are all those men going to have to look forward to? I can’t help it if I still get that warm tingly feeling every time I get any man’s attention. Quite honestly, it’s what I live for.
March
Great news, my new bestest friend Jane just won a cruise contest and after asking CYMANCA if I could go along on this trip for two, the idiot said yes. I guess it was Jane promising to take care of me that won him over. Just to make him feel better I let him take me to my San Diego swimwear store where he bought me a couple hundred dollars worth of bikinis and accessories. Little does he know, he won’t ever see me in them. Jane and I have been planning my breakout soiree for quite a while. I figure once we are on the cruise ship the men will be easy pickings. Especially since Jane is my favorite kind of friend( not all that good looking) so I will definitely get the pick of the crop. CYMANCA’s mom finally made it in and since I will be leaving on this trip before she goes home, I have convinced CYMANCA to tell her I am going on a work seminar in Florida. I can’t believe how gullible they are in that family! The day we left Jane and I could have won an Oscar. Jane again promised CYMANCA and his mom that nothing was going to happen to me. I almost split a gut but did manage to put at least one tear in my eye.
Well once we got on the boat it took me less than five minutes to figure out who would get first crack at the newly Brazilian waxed love hole. He took my breath away but I knew I had to be somewhat careful and make him work just a little; after all, I am not a tramp. Turns out he is the assistant chief steward, something like a cabin boy. I don’t know what that is but I am sure it’s really important. By the way he looks at me, it appears that the thought of having sex with a married or single woman while at work was completely foreign to him. I doubt that he’s ever done anything like this before. I will have to go slow, because I don’t want to scare him away. I try like crazy to have him see me only in my thong bikini; I have found it pays to advertise. Jane was exceptionally supportive and said if I did not screw him she would like the opportunity. She also mentioned a threesome but that will have to wait till another time. I also called CYMANCA at work. He was so surprised and seemed so happy that I called, he almost started to cry. What a sentimental ninny. You can never be too careful. I wanted to make sure he was four thousand miles away while I was playing fast and loose with our wedding vows. After a lot of booze, we snuck up to Max’s cabin (sorry I forgot to tell you my Adonis’s name), Max. The sex was unbelievable and then I remembered today was CYMANCA’s birthday. That just made it just that much more special. We spent most of the night tripping the light fantastic. Lucky for us, a friend of Max’s kept a whole bunch of condoms in Max’s room for safekeeping. I had to sneak out before it got light. Jane was waiting up for me and could tell by my smile that I was in love. Leaving the next day was very painful but we made arrangements for Max to contact me through Jane’s email system. CYMANCA is crazy in love with me but you just can’t take chances. The plane ride home was agony over missing Max but ecstasy over the thoughts of our lovemaking. It was a very short 10-hour trip. CYMANCA picked us up at the airport and he looked like a love lorn puppy dog. I pretended to be very tired so that on our ride home I could close my eyes and could think about Max and how we could get together again. Imagine Mrs. Max R*****a, Assistant Chief Stewart!
April
I think that I sent Max 282 emails within the first week back home. I missed him so. It was so easy to get around CYMANCA because as he worked his 10-12 hour days that left me plenty of computer time. I especially like to email while CYMANCA was at home, either in bed or taking a shower. I have always used that technique on all the other men that I lived with over the years. It was almost like having that secretive phone and email sex with Max when that occurred. I warned Max not to use my regular email address, even though CYMANCA never checked. Hell in all the years I’ve known CYMANCA, he has never even looked in my purse. What a trusting moron. Well it’s true what they say about abscence makes the heart grow fonder, I simply could not get Max out of my head and that tingling feeling out of my groin. He is truly my fantasy man!
Jane discussed how after I divorced CYMANCA, I could take all the money that he had earned and open a restaurant in San Diego for Max to run. Imagine I could have him all the time. Only one problem, I had an idiot of a husband that was in love with me. There was no way that I was going to face CYMANCA and tell him what happened, hell I’ve never been that honest with anyone in my life. Finally the perfect plan occurred. Jane had tickets to the Padres baseball game on Holy Thursday and CYMANCA’s nephew was coming in on Saturday for the entire week, so the timing would be perfect. I left our computer on at home with my explicit love letters to and from Max on the screen. When CYMANCA came home after work I would be gone and it wouldn’t be my fault if he just happened to look at the computer. I only wish I could have been there to see his face. Well I have got to admit I was a little nervous at the baseball game that night and if it wasn’t for all the guys staring at my chest and my skin tight jeans, I would have absolutely freaked. I finally got CYMANCA’s call on my cell phone but did not answer. So did Jane, with CYMANCA crying and asking, “How could you do this”. What a pitiful example of a human being. My only hope was that he would go next door and borrow one of our neighbors guns and done the honorable thing. It would have saved me a lot of time, attorney’s fees, and I could have gotten a lot of life insurance along with all the property that CYMANCA had been working for. Hell, if he had died two years ago after his stroke, I probably would have made out even better financially. We could have opened one hell of a great restaurant with all that money. But better yet I would have Max and the ever-loyal Jane. (I WAS still thinking of that threesome).
Then if you can believe it that son of a ***** CYMANCA closed the checking accounts and changed the locks on the business doors! What in God’s name did I do to deserve this? Imagine the arrogance for him to act this way!
Well the phone lines between Max, Jane and I were really heating up. I knew CYMANCA would never ruin his nephew’s trip or tell his family, so I was safe for a week. I should have gone back to Max for another week of the best vacation and sex I ever had. Then typically CYMANCA sent me an email apologizing for whatever he had done to bring about the affair. He begged me to go to counseling. Like I really cared but I thought if I went to counseling, I could make it look like I had really tried to save my marriage. There is a reason I am held in such high esteem in the hometown. Most of the fools in my hometown would make me the martyr and if I could get out my story on how badly CYMANCA had treated me (A beach house in San Diego, a home in E*****o, a medical building in B******y, a new medical building in E******o, a 5 series BMW, tons of jewelry and clothes, trips to Europe, Cabo San Lucas, Florida, New York, Zihuantenjo, Costa Rica and Las Vegas) everyone would agree that I had no choice but to fall in love with a cabin boy on a cruise ship. He thought he was so nice just because he sent me to Cal State for 3 years,bought me a car, paid for my housing, paid me a salary and clothes and for that I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LOYAL TO HIM AND MY MARRIAGE VOWS?
Well I showed that creep. In the middle of one of his busiest days and in front of all his employees and patients I had him served with divorce papers. Nothing like sticking it in someone’s back and turning it ever so slowly, with an audience to boot! I was surprised that the divorce papers let me demand to have my Lopez name back and get this, spousal support! Oh yeah, I also want all the jewelry CYMANCA bought me over the years. I know I earned it!
May
I love the fact that after I lied to CYMANCA about my not talking to Max he found out and immediately moved out of the house. He gave me some gibberish about forgiving the affair but he would not let me lie to him. (Hell I’ve lived my life telling lies.) Although sneaking phone calls and emails was just not the same as when he was still around. There is that thrill of secrecy and sneaking behind his back that really gets the sex juices flowing. I now had a dilemma. I had to wear my wedding ring and pretend that CYMANCA was at home to protect my sterling reputation at work and in town. I told all my friends and family that we were separated because CYMANCA had been terribly abusive over the entire course of our marriage. Everybody believed me because over the years I have become such an adept liar. I sometimes have to remind myself what the truth really is. That idiot husband of mine is not telling anyone the truth because he has this mantra “ My marriage is the most important thing in my life” and I will do anything to save it. Doesn’t that just want to make you vomit?
June
Off to London and Paris while CYMANCA is still sleeping in his office on the floor ( those inflatable beds look really comfortable), at friends and in motel rooms. Nobody in my family has talked to CYMANCA because I threatened them and I can intimidate the hell out of my mother and father. My mother is not doing well mentally so I have to play the caregiver, a role I despise. I can’t understand why people want anything out of me. I AM SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ALL THE ATTENTION. I AM PRETTY, SMART AND HAVE RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS.
I could not have made it through Europe except for Max’s phone sex calls and emails. CYMANCA tried to ruin the vacation by sending a letter to Max’s boss at the cruise lines and accused him of being a sexual predator. This was after he had sent my beloved Max an email asking him “ to do the decent thing and let us try to repair our marriage”. Max laughed so hard I thought he was going to pee in his pants! Things were very scary for a while. But their attorney got me on the phone and by telling him a small combination of the truth and huge amount of bull****, I think I saved my innocent Max’s job. I could not imagine Max having met anyone on any other cruise that was as special as me and done the same thing with them and that’s what I told their attorney. To make it even funnier the cruise line’s attorney threatened CYMANCA with legal action saying he had slandered one of their best employees. CYMANCA can be such a vindictive *******!
Memo To Me: I better find out if Max is already married.
TO BE CONTINUED
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