Diary Of A Romance Addict #15

The incident was soon forgotten and we fell back into our normal routine. I couldn't be sure at the time if there really was a reason to be suspicious of Stormy or if I had just over reacted. I decided to let it go, mostly because I just couldn't believe Stormy would do anything to jeopardize our relationship.

One day I baked his favorite cookies and stopped by his job to surprise him with them. I was the one in for a surprise. I found Stormy deep in conversation with a female in construction clothes. They were standing rather close together and something just didn't seem right about the situation.

I turned to leave feeling disgusted inside just as Stormy spotted me on the grounds. He stopped talking to the woman and rushed up to greet me. I tried to leave but he held me tight, his hands wrapped  around my forearms. He could tell I was furious.
     "Dahl, don't go," I heard him say as I accidentally dropped the tin of cookies on the ground. He looked down on them his face growing sad.
     "They were supposed to be a surprise." I stammered.
     "Stay and talk to me.Please, Darling."
     "Don't call me Darling! I'm so pissed at you I could punch you"
  ... "All I was doing was talking to her. It wasn't anything but that."
      "Oh that's right! She's gay or something."
      "Come on, Dahl," he said exasperated, "There's nothing for you to be upset about. It was an innocent conversation that meant nothing to me."
       "Well, it sure didn't look like it. I will see you later. That is if I you can tear yourself away from your lesbian friend." With that I left still fuming.

        Stormy was later stopping by the house than usual  that evening. I was livid.  
        "Hey, Babe," he greeted me once inside. He tried to kiss me like he always did when he got here. I turned my face away to avoid his mouth. He asked if there was something wrong.  I shook my head no and then he said he was going to take a shower. I watched as he went to the bathroom, stripped and then got in the shower.

I wasn't in the habit of mistrusting Stormy, it's just that something felt really wrong. He never came by and immediately jumped in the shower. While he was washing himself, I slipped out to his truck to look for evidence of any wrong doing. As I was looking under the passenger seat my hand touched something. When I pulled it out, I discovered it was an unused condom still in it's package. My mouth fell open and my eyes began to tear. I slipped it into the right front pocket of my jeans and went back inside the house. I was on the pill so we  had no need for rubbers. Stormy had some explaining to do.