STORY EXCERPT FROM "CAN THIS MARRIAGE BE SAVED?"
My name is Sue and I`ve been married to my husband, Tom, for 10 years. I always thought
we had a good marriage. But don`t all women? We tend not to look at what we don`t want to
see. Bury our head in the sand. Don`t face facts. Even when the ugly reality is staring
straight at us. Our problems started with little things. One night out of the clear blue,
he refused to handcuff me to the wall. Said he was "tired", bad day at work.
Okay. I tried to deal with that. I`m a caring person. I understand when someone is tired.
But in the back of my mind, it worried me nevertheless. A man doesn`t just suddenly stop
handcuffing his wife to the wall for no good reason. It`s not normal. I knew our marriage
was headed for serious trouble, but little did I know just how serious.
The next night he refused, just outright refused, to tie me up. He could see by the look
on my face that my feelings were hurt, badly hurt. How is a woman supposed to deal with
this kind of disappointment? It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to even
comprehend the blatant insensitivity of a man who wouldn`t even tie up his own wife. He`d
promised me just last month that we`d try out some new restraints, but he never bought
them. He always had some excuse or other. The handcuffs he loved using on me were
gathering dust, tossed in a corner.
OH MY GOD, what was happening to my happy marriage? Where had the love gone?
The unmistakable signs of a crumbling, deteriorating relationship were all around me.
Maybe we needed counseling? I opened the Yellow Pages, desperately looking for anyone,
anything that could help us. Surely, there must be someone out there, a professional, who
could open Tom`s eyes to the severe damage he was doing to ME, to US, to the entire future
of our marriage! How selfish he was. How cruel. Sometimes men are like that. They don`t
know how wounding their actions can be.
A small, thoughtful thing like being handcuffed or tied up and he couldn`t even take a
few minutes out of his busy evening to do that one thing for ME? I took care of the house
all day, cooked, cleaned, kept everything running smoothly. At the very, very least, I
deserved to be spread eagled on the bed, my bra shoved up, my panties yanked roughly down
to my knees while he finger fucked me. At the very least…...
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