First Christmas with the Meteor.

First Christmas with the Meteor.
Sep 10, 2008 11:37 am302 Views
The Meteor and I continued through life, me ever the homemaker , and he, the breadwinner. He didn't want me to work. but we talked about it .. and decided that if I were to work, it would be strictly part time. Let's face it ... we could use the extra cash... even just a couple of bucks. So, I got a job at the Class 6, on the base. For those unfamiliar with military life, a Class 6 is a combination gas station, liquor store, video rental, and 7-11. I worked evenings, and I hated it. For a multitude of reasons ... but mostly because the management acted as though the very fate of the entire military was left in their incapable hands. Ahhhh the wonder of self importance. Anyway, I worked, and still maintained the home, yadda yadda. Preparing for our First Christmas as a couple, was exciting. Decorating, planning, buying that special something for friends and family. I got him a PS2 because he wanted one, and I thought it would make him happy. Well anyone familiar with the early PS2s knows that they had issues with them. That said, on Christmas morning, he opened the PS2 and was very excited!!! He couldn't wait to hook it up, I was the greatest wife in the world!!! I got so much joy seeing how happy he was I could hardly contain myself. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast while he hooked up his Play-Station. Through my humming, and cooking, I could hear the grumblings of frustration, which made my sun turn black. I knew what was coming. It would be my fault. Everything was always my fault. I was the dumb cunt, the stupid cow, the idiotic bitch who could never do anything right because I only had had two brain cells bouncing around. I was a fat whore who would never amount to anything if it weren't for him. I asked him cautiously what I could do to help. I should have known better than to engage him. He was like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, if you don't move, they cant see you. But, it was already out of my mouth, and before I finished the sentence he was already berating me about how foolish I was, couldn't I tell the one I grabbed was broken, a piece of shit. I tried to seem tough, and told him "That's enough!! It's Christmas, we are supposed to be enjoying ourselves, we can take it back to the store tomorrow." Tomorrow wasn't fast enough. He cam at me so fast. I ran... and tried to find a way out. but instead I ran myself into a corner. Him yelling the entire time. my back was against the wall, I was crying, he was seething, like a beast. He pulled his fist back, and I was crying no!. He released his fist, and it crashed into the wall next to my head. I felt the wind pushed from his hand pound against my face. He stepped back, and said "Next time, I won't miss, your face will look like hamburger if you ever speak to me that way again"I never did. Not until I felt I have nothing to lose anyway.... but that was a long way from now. He went about the rest of the day, as though everything were normal. And I withdrew inside myself... waiting for a time when it was safe to come out and play.