Cuckolding – The calculated craft of sexual and emotional betrayal

Self-explanatory

 

By Stanley Collymore

 

You could have told me and responsibly asked my

permission in relation to what you’d done, that

while we were officially engaged and you

were telling everyone how excitedly you supposedly

were at the prospect of marrying me, you were

nevertheless covertly, and ostensibly behind

my back, seeing as well as conducting a

strong sexual liaison with other man.

 

Someone, moreover, who was no stranger to me

and with whom you obviously, and seemingly

deliberately too, got yourself pregnant by

and whose child you consciously and resolutely

decided to carry. While simultaneously, and

deliberately clandestinely with regards to

myself, supplementing that additional

insult with my previously personal

injustice, as you were then, and

still continued afterwards, to

be publicly engaged to me.

 

Then soon after that and in order to cunningly

cover your duplicitous tracks you became

most deviously keen to expedite our

marital union through advancing

the date of our planned matrimony, telling me

convincingly that you simply couldn’t wait

to become my loving wife and therefore,

happily and most appreciatively share

the remainder of your life with me.

I really believed you, obviously,

and speedier than hither fore

intended, we got married.

 

We honeymooned in the beautiful tropical and

paradisiacal Caribbean island of Barbados,

and while we were there you excitedly

said that you couldn’t wait for us to

start a family of our own. Besotted as I was

with you it would have been churlish of

me to deny you your earnest request,

and unsurprisingly I presented no

objection to your fully assuring

proposition, entirely unaware

at the time that you already

had another man’s bun

baking in your oven.

 

We did have that child �" earlier forthcoming than

originally planned but a precious son and heir

all the same. Someone I was considerably

gratified to say, would honourably and obligingly

carry on the established family name. And for

the original ten years of his youthful life I

gladsomely watched him grow up and

noticeably matured into everything

that a dutiful and thrilled father,

ably assisted by an adoring

and supervising mother,

could plausibly have

either commended

or hankered for.

 

Then just before his eleventh birthday our son was

unfortunately medically diagnosed with what

his mother and I were reliably informed

was a hereditary and life-threatening

illness and, moreover, further told

that he would surely die if not treated urgently.

Plasma surgery, and the latter intake from

a close family member was additionally

judged to be an absolute necessity in

order to forestall this threatening

and troublesome catastrophe.

 

Naturally, I automatically volunteered for this

essential emergency and the indispensable

preliminary tests on him and me were

straightaway and comprehensively

undertaken. But my efforts and altruism were

all in vain. For I was politely but reliably

notified that the DNA tests performed

on the two of us had clearly shown

we weren’t genetically related

and, therefore, there was no

conceivable way that this

ten year-old boy could

be my biological son.

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

15 October 2019.

 

 

Author’s Comments:

It’s extremely soul-destroying when someone whom you’ve trusted, placed your entire faith in and did so because that person freely and wholeheartedly gave you the distinct impression that these two attributes, and that you willingly and reciprocally shared with them, similarly mattered considerably to them as well.

 

Only for you to dishearteningly discover that their pledge of loyalty to you was just one big and massively insulting lie. A monumental act of appalling betrayal calculatedly forged in the cauldron of egregious malice.