After we’d been married about two months, I wanted to throw a little house warming/ gathering party at our new place. It would be the first time we’d had a group over and I thought it’d be fun. I asked E if he was okay with the idea and he said sure. I asked him if we should invite some of his rugby friends to make him feels more comfortable and he agreed. I arranged the party and called everyone up to invite them. It wasn’t going to be huge… maybe a dozen people or so. I knew E wasn’t a fan of big crowds.
Friday rolled around and I went for groceries for that night. The usual, chips, beer etc. When E saw me come home with this stuff he got upset. Saying I should call everyone and tell them not to come. The party was supposed to start in about an hour and he wanted to cancel it. I didn’t understand what his problem was. I had asked him if he wanted to have people over. I had asked him who he was ok with having over. And now that it was actually happening he wasn’t good with it anymore. I said no. I’m not cancelling on these people. It’s not going to be a big deal. We’re just going to sit and eat, drink, chill and have fun. E wasn’t having it. 15 minutes before it was supposed to start he left the house. I still have no idea where to. But people started coming and I had to say that E couldn’t make it. I had my first party/house warming as a married couple… on my own. I wasn’t pleased. I got drunk. I can think of only 3 time I’ve ever been this drunk in my entire life. But in that moment I just wanted to forget. Forget that I was entertaining E’s friends without him. Forget that we were supposed to be in this together, but I was alone. I got so drunk that by the end of the night I realized it was just myself and one of E’s friends left. I had been calling E all night to come home but he wasn’t answering. So when his friend said he was heading out to another party, and did I want to go so I wasn’t alone, I agreed.
We drove to the other party and he went in for a few minutes while I puked out the side of the car. Then S came back to the car and I told him to please just take me home. Instead he took me to his place. I remember trying to call E over and over and telling him where I was and to please come get me. At S’s house I went to the bathroom and while sitting on the toilet I remember throwing up in the tub… all while trying to push S away. He was sticking his hands in my pussy. And I’m crying and calling out for E. I just wanted it all to stop. Then I remember seeing E standing at the bottom of the stairs while S is kneeling in front of me and I’m pushing him away crying. I screamed and yelled for E. I grabbed for the air. And I remember thinking “he came for me”. But then he just turned around and walked away. He just left me there screaming his name. S walked away and I somehow got to S’s car and he took me home then. But E was so mad at me. Part of me understands why… I think? But mostly I just think I needed him then. That whole night I needed him. And he wasn’t there for me.
I found out I was pregnant shortly after and for months E didn’t believe the baby was his. He was sure it was S’s. In fact his reaction was “oh shit” when I told him. Even after I told him time and time again there was no sex that night. He continually acted like I enjoyed what happened that night. Like I would call up S for fun to do it again. I don’t know if he ever trusted me? Or if it was just his paranoia, and that he couldn’t trust anyone. Needless to say, it put a damper on things and we didn’t have any get togethers after that.