My Life Part III
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MY LIFE PART III
So, I arrived in Korea on October 2001. Only 3 months after getting married. I quickly started making friends with the girls that were living in the same barracks as I was.
At work, I happened to see my ex’s name in the global address book from Outlook. Remember, he was still stationed in Korea back then. So, I shot him an email to tell him I was there as well. We agreed to meet at the PX (sort of like Walmart…lol). We met, we talked, we hung around like old friends. In the next few weeks, he would come and visit me and take me different places around Korea by taking the subway. He lived in another little base in Korea, about 1.5 hours away from me.
Nothing intimate happened…yet, we were just 2 old friends. But you could feel the tension was starting to grow. He knew I had gotten married. We really didn’t talk about it much. I had told him how much I’ve missed him (I still do, actually).
One night, we were out clubbing, and having fun. It was getting late and we decided not to take the subway back to our places. We got a room in a motel. We were a little drunk, not much, because I remember this so very well. We started kissing, so desperate for each other, with a passion that leaves you breathless. Soon, he was caressing me down my shoulders and my breasts through my blouse. He kissed my neck, while I had a moment to breath. He started unbutton my blouse, very slowly, until he was able to put his hands inside. He kissed my chest and I helped him get my bra off. Then we kissed some more, this time as rough as we could be. I pushed him towards a chair and made him sit down. I sat on his lap and we rubbed against each other while we kissed. Then I got up, and took his shirt off. I kissed his neck, then his chest, then his awesome abs. I untied his belt and pulled his pants down. I looked at him and he looked at him. I kissed him on the lips, one more time. He whispered “God, I missed you”. I started kissing him again, from his neck, down to his dick. I sucked him good, like I always remember he liked it. I knew he was about to cum, because he pushed me aside, then grabbed me and threw me on the bed. Then he dragged me on to the edge of the bed, and he went down on me. He was so gentle yet so passionate. I told him I was about to cum, but he didn’t care. Then he stopped. I asked “what’s wrong?” He grabbed me and took me with him into the shower. There, we had the most amazing sex! After we were done, we went to bed. We must have had sex like 4 times, until we both fell asleep. I remember thinking, oh-my-God, why did I let him go!?
Soooo, after that, almost every time we saw each other, we found a place for us to be intimate. We still hung around on the weekends, and had a lot of fun. But one day, he told me he got orders to leave Korea and back to the states. I knew that was going to happen sooner or later. We really didn’t talk about what was going to happen between us.
Soon, he was gone, once again, out of my life.
I got really depressed this time. So much, that all I did was going out with my friends and getting drunk……way too drunk. I slept with a few guys on different occasions, where I didn’t even remember in the morning of what had happened. Everyone thought I was just having a great time, when in reality, I was hitting rock bottom.
To make things a little worse, I couldn’t get a hold on my so-called-husband for a few weeks then. Soon, I realized, he had wiped out my bank account, and that there were more than 5 checks bouncing and putting my account on negative! I called everyone I knew, I even called his office. And that’s when I heard the terrific news that he was getting discharged from the Army because he was caught high on a couple of drug tests. Great! Just what I needed at the moment.
The next week or so, my drinking got even heavier. I got in a fight outside a club and I got arrested. They called my commander who put me in a drinking program (sort of like AA). At first it wasn’t really working. I got into such a bad depression that one night, I drank a whole case of beer, and took 2 bottles of pills from my roommate (one full of anti-depressants and the other one to help you sleep).
It was December 30th 2001. My roommate had gone away for New Year’s Eve. I was left alone in my room, passed out for 2 days! Finally when my roommate came back, she saw me with the same clothes I had 2 days earlier. She tried to wake me up, but I was still out. So they called the ambulance and they admitted me in the Hospital. I have no recollection of all this. All I remember was being in the hospital and then they put me in a ward, where I had to stay for almost 2 weeks. They had me on a suicidal watch.
Finally, they let me go, and I started taking those AA classes more seriously. I was also on therapy and taking anti-depressants. I started to see the light, after being in the dark, deep hole that I was.
…………….continue on Part IV…………….