Meanwhile, back at the firehouse, life was grand. I had settled into my crew I was learning more and more everyday and was turning into a legend in my own mind. I was married to my kindergarten sweetheart who was a gorgeous woman, I was enrolled in an EMS class, furthering my medical training, and had great brothers at the firehouse that I spent a third of my days with.
As my medical training continued, I was required to spend a certain amount of hours doing rotations as a student at hospitals in various departments. It was during one of these rotations that another female student I was in class with asked me to go home with her.
S and I were young, and as I have wrote in the past, both came from broken homes. She didn’t know how to be a wife and I certainly didn’t know how to be a husband, as nobody had ever taught us. Things were rocky around our home from time to time, as I’m sure they are with any new marriage. We would fight and argue over petty, simple things. Things that didn’t matter. Unfortunately all I knew was pornography and how those women looked and acted and the things they did. This is what I thought a wife was supposed to do, this is how I thought I should be treated because I was so prideful and selfish that I thought I deserved these things. I accepted the invitation from this woman, 20 plus years older than me, diving into the first of many affairs just over a year into our marriage.
This was a very short lived relationship, as S became suspicious, and class came to an end, but the damage had been done, the path to darkness had been taken, and a road that took over twenty years to get off of was being traveled.