I'm writing this from my hospital bed, where I'll likely spend the last remaining moments of my life. It's funny, you never really are cognizant of just how precious life can be until you're faced with the reality of yours coming to an end. I got a vasectomy at my wife's request shortly before our marriage, but if I was able to produce offspring I like to imagine that they'd be here by my side - me telling them to live every moment like it's their last. But that's not important right now, my story to you all is about how I got here.
As you, the astute reader, has probably guessed, my wife and I are into a somewhat... alternative lifestyle. She was always into the "left hand path" so to speak, figuratively and literally. She would regularly spend time alone in her room with her ouija board consulting with higher powers, demons and the like. She scares me, but I love her to death. During the month of October, she performs minor rituals each day, until Halloween, the grand finale.
Last weekend, things got a little bit out of hand. I try to sleep on the couch most nights because she doesn't like that I hog the sheets and has an anxiety disorder (she gets panic attacks if she isn't fully covered, it's cute haha). It was Saturday night, I had just gotten back from a LAN party at my old friend's house, and I had had a few beverages (shoutout to IPA's haha). I was in the mood for some sexy times, it had been a long time since her and I had done anything sexual with each other. I suggested to her that maybe we could spend the night together in her bedroom and - I'll admit - when she said no I kind of lost my cool (thanks to the IPA's).
Long story short there was a lot of yelling, which I deserved. I went down to the basement to cool off. I listened to some NPR podcasts for a while trying to get to sleep but I just couldn't. I turned off the pods and was making my way upstairs to get my Nintendo Switch when I heard a male voice mixed in with my wife's laughter. I was happy she had calmed down, she must have called over her boyfriend to take her mind off of me - shoutout to that guy! I didn't want to bother them so I just stayed in the basement in the dark trying to sleep.
To be honest, I'm a little bit scared of my wife's boyfriend. He's not like me at all, he's really aggressive whereas I'm tender, nice, and loving. I don't get why she's always so nice with him but so mean to me, it doesn't make sense.
Anyway, the night goes on. I find it tough to sleep because now the laughter and talking have turned to moans and sounds of rough play. I don't mind, this is part of her sex-magick routine. I mean, I kind of mind, but not really, she's the best. I was really hungry and bored. My phone was out of battery so I couldn't listen to my podcasts or browse Reddit or anything. I put in my headphones with nothing on but I could still hear those dreadful noises.
Eventually I drifted off. It was probably around 4 am. My wife's boyfriend must have invited more friends over because I could hear lots of footsteps in the floor above me that kept me awake. I managed to sleep until noon the next day, when I awoke the house was quiet.
I decided to head upstairs and grab a bowl of cereal. We were out of Soylent so I had to use milk. I decided to grab my switch so I could play while I ate to take my mind off of things. It was right where I left it, but it opened right to my media. What I saw almost made me throw up. It was pictures of my wife and her boyfriend, and his friends. They were doing things that I don't even want to recall. I threw up into my cereal bowl.
So many thoughts were racing through my head. Why did she even marry me if it was going to turn out like this? I didn't ask for this, I didn't want this. Is this what my life has become? The rush of emotions must have been too much for me. I got up too quick, I just wanted the to lose myself in that dark basement once again. I walked 5 steps before I fainted and fell down the stairs. I broke my ribs and both of my femurs, because I've been drinking this fucking Soylent shit instead of milk for just shy of a decade and my bones are brittle as paper.
I don't remember anything except waking up in the hospital, alone.
Or so I thought.
It took me a while to make out the silhouette in the corner. It was a very skinny man in a crisp suit and a top hat. I asked who he was, I didn't recognize him as a friend. He stayed silent. I demanded he state his name and business! (just like I saw in the movies haha)... He said three simple words that would haunt me for the rest of my life... "I am you"... I'm embarrassed to say that I lost control of my bladder and bowels and fainted once again.
When I woke up, the man was gone.
Source:
https://old.reddit.com/qavybk