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My marriage was not doing what I had expected. My wife was on a completely different schedule than me. Her job was top secret; she could not talk about it to me or anyone else for that matter. That left us with only our time together to talk about which wasn’t much. I once asked her if she would like to go to church with me on a Sunday. She laughed and said, “No way, I am not going to mix religion with our marriage!”

I was wondering what I had done marrying this young lady. She was attractive and we enjoyed ourselves when we had time for each other. But soon she started going her own way, and I started going mine. After we had been married for about six months, she came to me and asked if she could go to Hawaii for a vacation. I told her we would have to wait until I could get my leave before we could have a week over there. She said, “No, not with you, just me by myself.” It felt like someone had pulled a chair right out from beneath me. I could not believe she wanted to go on vacation without me, her husband, during the first year of our marriage.

I was so shocked, so devastated and so not wanting her to know she was tearing my heart out. The inside of me carried this terrible pain. My heart hurt and felt empty, but I made the outside of me smile and replied, “Yeah, sure, go ahead. Don’t wait for me. You just go and enjoy yourself.” She did exactly that. She didn’t even call me once and was a day late coming back. Her supervisor called me and asked when she was coming back to work, and all I could answer was I had not heard from her and “She was supposed to be home yesterday.”

Finally, she came home acting all giddy and began to tell me about a guy she had met on the beach. This guy had shared some cocaine and partied with her. I began to realize I had made a mistake in marrying her. Of course, on the other hand, I was using heroin, so who was I to say anything about a little drug use?