SpeedLimit55
Bluelighter
By now I'm sure many of you have heard the rumors.
Some of you may wonder why I'm placing this very private, painful story on the board for all to see.
It's very simple really.
Flower and I share damn near everything with our friends, our family.
Over the past couple of years, this board has become an integral part of our core group of friends, and at some point, became our family.
We share our good news with the bad, our smiles with our tears.
Unfortunately, this one is a tearful one.
It's a bit long, just to warn you.
I met Flower late last year and fell head over heels in love in almost no time.
We are now happily married and every day it seems my love for her triples.
For those of you who don't know her, I can't even begin to express what a void your life truly holds.
To those who have met her, you know her physical beauty. She can stop the actions of an entire room simply by walking in.
Dark black hair, deep ice blue eyes, and skin so soft you'd think it to be fake.
To those of you who've read her posts online...then you know the real reason I fell for her.
That seemingly endless array of knowledge and endless wit, nicely packaged into a head which holds a face so beautiful it's brought more than just a few tears to my eyes.
Articulate to say the least, words flow from her head onto the keyboard and land on this board in a way that even the most eloquent of writers envy.
Accompany her absolutely breathtaking beauty with one of the most intelligent minds the world has EVER seen,(She graduated high school at 13, scored in the UPPER 1500's on her SAT's and two college degrees by 18 ) and you'll begin to see just why I was sucked in so quickly.
Our relationship, like all others, had it's bumps early on...I was amazed, however, at how quickly our love healed any and all wounds caused by anyone, even us.
Anyway, I'm starting to drag, as I always do when I start talking about her...Suffice it to say I love this woman with more intensity then any amount of words will ever be able to express.
In late October of last year, (Just before ********* 2)I moved to Orlando, from Atlanta, to be with her.
March of this year, on our 6 month anniverssary, we were married.
I can't TELL you the number of people who wrote this relationship off as a failure, even from the very beginning.
I'm glad to say they were wrong.
But they almost weren't.
Flower and I both came from VERY bizarre backgrounds, and even more terrifying relationships.
Her ex, an alcoholic, beat her, cheated on her, and demeaned her in ways can't even bear to repeat.
Mine cheated on me more times than I care to count (or even know of) then a few months after we broke up took her own life...breaking my heart for the second time.
To anyone who has been in a relationship where you TRULY love the other person, you may understand the pain I'm about to speak of.
The pain, no, the agony, of being cheated on.
I swore to Flower that I would NEVER cheat on her, and she echoed that promise to me even louder.
Perhaps two weeks into our relationship, some VERY bizarre things started to occur.
Death threats were sent to her home, rumors were flying wildly (as they so often do on this board), and threats of "breaking up their relationship" came at us from every angle.
While we couldn't understand who was doing them, or why they were being done, we pressed on in our new lives together.
One particular person became involved in a lengthy discussion with one of my close friends.
To make a horribly long story a bit shorter, this was the jist of the conversation that I remember best.
Quote:
"I'm going to fuck [SpeedLimit55] just to spite [Flower]".
Horrible isn't it?
That wasn't the worst of the conversation, but it is the most relevant.
Moving on...
To those of you who know me, you know I love narcotics.
I have a tolerance that rivals that of PhreeX (
) and an obsession that rivals that of my love of Flower. (j/k baby
)
You also know that I simply CANNOT take benzos. The effect(s) they have on me is so wide, and almost always horrible, that I am forced to steer clear.("Benzo's" refers to a particular class of prescription drug. Think "Valium" or "Xanax" for a reference)
As I was saying...
Approximately two weeks into our relationship, the person that spoke to my close friend came to town to visit.
While I wasn't quite sure if the conversation had ACTUALLY happened, I, despite a request from my girlfriend, agreed to meet up with this young lady...it was our first time meeting.
We met up...I ended up taking an EXTREMELY large aamount of Klonopin (a Benzo) and drinking a six pack of beer.
Bad Idea to say the least.
I won't go into details of what, nor will I hypothesize as to 'why', I will tell the truth.
I ended up sleeping with this person...the same person who had planned on it all along, "Just to spite [Flower]".
Even though we were only 2 weeks into our relationship, the guilt IMMEDIATELY set in.
Saying I was 'heartbroken' does no justice to the way I felt.
I INSTANTLY felt regret, even as the event was taking place.
Sadly, like so many men before me, I let drugs and the God forsaken organ between my legs get the best of me. (She's not even ATTRACTIVE either!)
So on our relationship went...this secret all the while burning a hole in my heart and gouging at my soul.
I wanted to tell Flower, I truly did.
But I feared that if I did, her heart would ONCE AGAIN be broken (something I REFUSE to do), and I would lose any chance at furthering our relationship.
Fast Forward several months.
By this time we've become closer than any friends I've ever had, and certainly closer than any couple I've ever wittnessed.
"True Love" is a misnomer in our case.
Our relationship truly is the epitomy of love.
But I had to fuck that up, didn't I?
You would think the responsible side of me would've taken over, and I would've come clean about this detestable act BEFORE asking her to marry me.
But I couldn't.
She had finally let down all her walls....she had trusted me....she had allowed me to come closer to her heart and soul than any other man (or woman) had, or will ever, be.
I couldn't do it now, I just couldn't.
I know the story is getting long, so I'll try to shorten it up and get to the point(s).
Basically...the guilt finally got the best of me.
Two nights ago I confronted my wife, the woman I love more than life itself.
I told her the heartbreaking news.
I confessed to her my sins.
I had to sit there and watch the color in her eyes, her face, and I imagine, her heart, fade away into oblivion:
Carrying with it any trust she had in me.
Many screams, many more tears, and a countless amount of questioning later, we went our seperate ways and made our way for bed.
I wouldn't DARE ask her to leave the room, and I knew she wouldn't want to be sleeping in the same bed as me, so I made my way to the guest bedroom and slept there for the night.
Rather, I layed there...in tears...my fists LITERALLY tearing the pillow cases...my nails cutting my skin on my face...the tears from my eyes soaking the bed more than the sweat from my body.
Even as I laid there in more pain than I had ever experienced, (this made the pain of being cheated on by my ex look like a prick on the finger), I knew she was hurting more.
I prayed for death.
I couldn't beleive I had done the one thing I swore I'd never let ANYONE else do, and promised I myself would never do.
I hurt this beautiful creature more than she had ever been hurt.
Ya know what though?
Here I am, TWO NIGHTS LATER...and today I feel we were closer than any other day.
She hasn't gotten over it yet, of course not.
But we have talked...for almost 48 hours STRAIGHT.
I've held her close as she cried, I've turned the other cheek when she (deservedly) hit me, I've begged and pleaded with her for forgiveness...as all the OTHER slimeballs that cheat on the women they love do.
And I am just that.
No, I'm worse.
I felt so ashamed to even say the words "I'm Sorry" as I knew how meaningless they were.
But this just proved to me, once again, that I have the best wife anyone could ask for.
As we talked it over, she explained to me the rather akward position she was in.
"You are my best friend.
You are the only person I trust.
You are the man I love more than anything on the planet.
You are the one I go to when I am hurting.
This time, you are the one who hurt me."
If I were her, I would've left. I would've packed everything up and never looked back, as she can, and should, do SO much better than me.
But she's not like that.
She knows how much I've changed...how different I am.
She also realizes I will NEVER hurt her again.
This is my public apology to her.
Flower, I love you.
No amount of pathetic drivel will ever explain to you the pain I have caused myself, let alone you.
I beg for your forgiveness, even as I realize I will NEVER forgive myself.
You are my soulmate, my best friend, my lover, my life.
Thank you for the countless nights you've been my shoulder to cry on...and even moreso, for continuing to let me be your shoulder.
I do truly love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul.
I emplore you all now, my family, to help her. Help us.
While I freely admit our relationship now is stronger than ever, I still want your help.
Please talk to her.
Give her advice.
Give me advice.
Please give us suggestions, of any kind, in any matter.
Please also take this time to ream me the fuck out, as I know I deserve it.
I love this woman more than many of you know...and I want to make sure I do everything in my power to make this right.
Any stories of relationships where the pain has been turned around?
Any imput is appreciated and welcome.
Thank you all...
Flower, I love you my dear, always and forever.
Thank you, and I'm sorry.
[ 28 May 2002: Message edited by: SpeedLimit55 ]
Some of you may wonder why I'm placing this very private, painful story on the board for all to see.
It's very simple really.
Flower and I share damn near everything with our friends, our family.
Over the past couple of years, this board has become an integral part of our core group of friends, and at some point, became our family.
We share our good news with the bad, our smiles with our tears.
Unfortunately, this one is a tearful one.
It's a bit long, just to warn you.
I met Flower late last year and fell head over heels in love in almost no time.
We are now happily married and every day it seems my love for her triples.
For those of you who don't know her, I can't even begin to express what a void your life truly holds.
To those who have met her, you know her physical beauty. She can stop the actions of an entire room simply by walking in.
Dark black hair, deep ice blue eyes, and skin so soft you'd think it to be fake.
To those of you who've read her posts online...then you know the real reason I fell for her.
That seemingly endless array of knowledge and endless wit, nicely packaged into a head which holds a face so beautiful it's brought more than just a few tears to my eyes.
Articulate to say the least, words flow from her head onto the keyboard and land on this board in a way that even the most eloquent of writers envy.
Accompany her absolutely breathtaking beauty with one of the most intelligent minds the world has EVER seen,(She graduated high school at 13, scored in the UPPER 1500's on her SAT's and two college degrees by 18 ) and you'll begin to see just why I was sucked in so quickly.
Our relationship, like all others, had it's bumps early on...I was amazed, however, at how quickly our love healed any and all wounds caused by anyone, even us.
Anyway, I'm starting to drag, as I always do when I start talking about her...Suffice it to say I love this woman with more intensity then any amount of words will ever be able to express.
In late October of last year, (Just before ********* 2)I moved to Orlando, from Atlanta, to be with her.
March of this year, on our 6 month anniverssary, we were married.
I can't TELL you the number of people who wrote this relationship off as a failure, even from the very beginning.
I'm glad to say they were wrong.
But they almost weren't.
Flower and I both came from VERY bizarre backgrounds, and even more terrifying relationships.
Her ex, an alcoholic, beat her, cheated on her, and demeaned her in ways can't even bear to repeat.
Mine cheated on me more times than I care to count (or even know of) then a few months after we broke up took her own life...breaking my heart for the second time.
To anyone who has been in a relationship where you TRULY love the other person, you may understand the pain I'm about to speak of.
The pain, no, the agony, of being cheated on.
I swore to Flower that I would NEVER cheat on her, and she echoed that promise to me even louder.
Perhaps two weeks into our relationship, some VERY bizarre things started to occur.
Death threats were sent to her home, rumors were flying wildly (as they so often do on this board), and threats of "breaking up their relationship" came at us from every angle.
While we couldn't understand who was doing them, or why they were being done, we pressed on in our new lives together.
One particular person became involved in a lengthy discussion with one of my close friends.
To make a horribly long story a bit shorter, this was the jist of the conversation that I remember best.
Quote:
"I'm going to fuck [SpeedLimit55] just to spite [Flower]".
Horrible isn't it?
That wasn't the worst of the conversation, but it is the most relevant.
Moving on...
To those of you who know me, you know I love narcotics.
I have a tolerance that rivals that of PhreeX (


You also know that I simply CANNOT take benzos. The effect(s) they have on me is so wide, and almost always horrible, that I am forced to steer clear.("Benzo's" refers to a particular class of prescription drug. Think "Valium" or "Xanax" for a reference)
As I was saying...
Approximately two weeks into our relationship, the person that spoke to my close friend came to town to visit.
While I wasn't quite sure if the conversation had ACTUALLY happened, I, despite a request from my girlfriend, agreed to meet up with this young lady...it was our first time meeting.
We met up...I ended up taking an EXTREMELY large aamount of Klonopin (a Benzo) and drinking a six pack of beer.
Bad Idea to say the least.
I won't go into details of what, nor will I hypothesize as to 'why', I will tell the truth.
I ended up sleeping with this person...the same person who had planned on it all along, "Just to spite [Flower]".
Even though we were only 2 weeks into our relationship, the guilt IMMEDIATELY set in.
Saying I was 'heartbroken' does no justice to the way I felt.
I INSTANTLY felt regret, even as the event was taking place.
Sadly, like so many men before me, I let drugs and the God forsaken organ between my legs get the best of me. (She's not even ATTRACTIVE either!)
So on our relationship went...this secret all the while burning a hole in my heart and gouging at my soul.
I wanted to tell Flower, I truly did.
But I feared that if I did, her heart would ONCE AGAIN be broken (something I REFUSE to do), and I would lose any chance at furthering our relationship.
Fast Forward several months.
By this time we've become closer than any friends I've ever had, and certainly closer than any couple I've ever wittnessed.
"True Love" is a misnomer in our case.
Our relationship truly is the epitomy of love.
But I had to fuck that up, didn't I?
You would think the responsible side of me would've taken over, and I would've come clean about this detestable act BEFORE asking her to marry me.
But I couldn't.
She had finally let down all her walls....she had trusted me....she had allowed me to come closer to her heart and soul than any other man (or woman) had, or will ever, be.
I couldn't do it now, I just couldn't.
I know the story is getting long, so I'll try to shorten it up and get to the point(s).
Basically...the guilt finally got the best of me.
Two nights ago I confronted my wife, the woman I love more than life itself.
I told her the heartbreaking news.
I confessed to her my sins.
I had to sit there and watch the color in her eyes, her face, and I imagine, her heart, fade away into oblivion:
Carrying with it any trust she had in me.
Many screams, many more tears, and a countless amount of questioning later, we went our seperate ways and made our way for bed.
I wouldn't DARE ask her to leave the room, and I knew she wouldn't want to be sleeping in the same bed as me, so I made my way to the guest bedroom and slept there for the night.
Rather, I layed there...in tears...my fists LITERALLY tearing the pillow cases...my nails cutting my skin on my face...the tears from my eyes soaking the bed more than the sweat from my body.
Even as I laid there in more pain than I had ever experienced, (this made the pain of being cheated on by my ex look like a prick on the finger), I knew she was hurting more.
I prayed for death.
I couldn't beleive I had done the one thing I swore I'd never let ANYONE else do, and promised I myself would never do.
I hurt this beautiful creature more than she had ever been hurt.
Ya know what though?
Here I am, TWO NIGHTS LATER...and today I feel we were closer than any other day.
She hasn't gotten over it yet, of course not.
But we have talked...for almost 48 hours STRAIGHT.
I've held her close as she cried, I've turned the other cheek when she (deservedly) hit me, I've begged and pleaded with her for forgiveness...as all the OTHER slimeballs that cheat on the women they love do.
And I am just that.
No, I'm worse.
I felt so ashamed to even say the words "I'm Sorry" as I knew how meaningless they were.
But this just proved to me, once again, that I have the best wife anyone could ask for.
As we talked it over, she explained to me the rather akward position she was in.
"You are my best friend.
You are the only person I trust.
You are the man I love more than anything on the planet.
You are the one I go to when I am hurting.
This time, you are the one who hurt me."
If I were her, I would've left. I would've packed everything up and never looked back, as she can, and should, do SO much better than me.
But she's not like that.
She knows how much I've changed...how different I am.
She also realizes I will NEVER hurt her again.
This is my public apology to her.
Flower, I love you.
No amount of pathetic drivel will ever explain to you the pain I have caused myself, let alone you.
I beg for your forgiveness, even as I realize I will NEVER forgive myself.
You are my soulmate, my best friend, my lover, my life.
Thank you for the countless nights you've been my shoulder to cry on...and even moreso, for continuing to let me be your shoulder.
I do truly love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul.
I emplore you all now, my family, to help her. Help us.
While I freely admit our relationship now is stronger than ever, I still want your help.
Please talk to her.
Give her advice.
Give me advice.
Please give us suggestions, of any kind, in any matter.
Please also take this time to ream me the fuck out, as I know I deserve it.
I love this woman more than many of you know...and I want to make sure I do everything in my power to make this right.
Any stories of relationships where the pain has been turned around?
Any imput is appreciated and welcome.
Thank you all...
Flower, I love you my dear, always and forever.
Thank you, and I'm sorry.
[ 28 May 2002: Message edited by: SpeedLimit55 ]