He had to regain his normalcy. He calmed himself. He felt himself rising up like a cork bobbing out from a pool of water.He splashed to the surface of...the real world and breathed heavily a precious gulp of real air.Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. It was a strange feeling of being both dead and alive at the same time.He thought of Melanie and the clear dream of her and her mother he had just experienced. It left him in a cold sweat.He was still breathing hard from his bout in. Home. I pulled my two seabags out of the trunk and backseat of the Mustang and locked the car. I carried things up the steps to the big front porch. I decided to knock-I didn’t think it right to just walk in when I’d been away for years. I knocked. I waited. Then I rang the doorbell, and I heard Mom coming down the stairs. She was there. I think that moms can tell if one is suffering, and can tell if one is suffering justifiably. She just looked at me for a few seconds. Ultimately she pushed. "Or, why don't you just fuck me right now, prick?" I asked, dropping the shorts and scissors. He gave me a dirty look. "I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm getting rid of you now," he reported, moving his feet away from me. I seized his arm with my left hand and his cock with my right. "Then why is your cock so hard? Just because the 'D' word was uttered or just because fighting gets you turned on? Fuck me right here, right now." "Did you hear what I said? I'm divorcing your ass now, simple as that. Do. The pornographic images in my mind while I mowed the lawn had become real and once again flashed like strobe lights, fast and brief and intense. I felt betrayed, but at the same time the images of my wife in bed fucking her co-worker excited me. Sick, huh? What should I do? Should I leave her? No, that wasn't possible, not as long as she wanted me with her. I loved her. She was my wife and she had given me two beautiful c***dren. We were a family.I felt her shaking, and I knew she was crying. I.