Betrayed

Just after high school I got married; and right off the bat the wife started trying to drive a wedge between me and my friends. Don't really remember how, but she had me really damn whipped basically from the first date... for some reason I think it was the boobs.. yeah, definately the boobs. Well, she tells me one night that Danny had tried to screw her one day while I was at work, and I was furious. Since we'd proven previously that I couldn't kick Danny's ass, I did the next best thing; I screwed things up with his girlfriend. He'd been seeing one girl, but screwing another one on the side, and since my wife and his girlfriend were buddy, buddy, Church decided while she was at the house we should call the girl Danny had been screwing. I won't mention her name.. so I'll call her Shmerie Myerz. Well that did the job, and did it well. Danny's girl broke up with him, and he was furious at me. I was basically friendless then, only had the wife, and she was pretty happy with that scenario.

After the split up, she fessed up that he had in fact not tried to bone her. Although she HAD tried to blow him, and he turned her down. Once again for the 10 millionth time, I felt like a douche. I decided to drive to his house and apologize; thinking surely I'm going to get my ass kicked.. but I deserve it so I'm just going to man up and take it. As I come riding down the road I see him standing outside walking to the mail box.. in his Carolina varsity hat, sweatshirt, and watermelon boxers... laughed my friggin ass off.. after I gunned it and hauled ass up the road. I had chickened out, because in my mind I planned for knocking on the door, and in his surprise I may luck out and get to apologize before I swallow my teeth, but with him outside he see's me driving up.. element of surprise is gone. As I make the first turn past his house I see him in the rearview.. he was coming after me... SON OF A BITCH! I'm definately taking an ass beating now, because it's only been like 15 seconds, and there's no way he's put on clothes.. so if I stop the car and he gets out, he's gonna have to destroy me just so he doesn't feel embarassed about standing in his boxers. I HAUL ass up the road.

I pull into Heather's right at the edge of Yanceyville because I thought it's a public place, he'll just pull up beside me, and talk shit.. nope. This guys hops out of the car, boxers and all and walks over to the truck. Didn't get my ass kicked.. mostly because I started talking as fast as I possibly could the moment he got out of the car.. and by the time he got over to me I had told this whole story, and apologized like 40 times.