I started in. First the big pot for the sauce. As I poured tomato sauce into the kettle, Chris offered to chop up the onions and make the garlic bread... We were having so much fun. We talked about school and how boring Mr. Stewart was. I was laughing so hard that I spilled sauce all over myself and onto the floor. “Oh no, my favorite shirt and jeans will be ruined! Where is the bathroom? I need to wash it immediately! Do you have any Dawn detergent?” I was in a panic. Chris handed me the dish. . well, they had done that. Finally, they booked a three-day break in a cabin by a remote beach.Yes, it needed to be something special. After long discussions, they were drifting towards some sort of renewed wedding ceremony or event, but Adam wanted something a bit more scaled down, personal. She could see his point.Inside, she was quite alternative, and in the past they - at her suggestion - had gone on meditative retreats in remote places. Adam went along with this, and quite enjoyed them -. They were better off as rewards for Uncle Manfred once they had suffered enough for my needs.But first, yes, they had to suffer. It was absolutely necessary to make the two of them pay for what they did to me, from the abuse and humiliation to the constant fear of more, to the worst part of all: the circumcision. I had never forgiven them for this and I never would. They would have to pay for it, big time! By the time that I handed them over to Uncle Manfred, they would be grateful as fuck for. We have been married for over 15 years and Nick is more than 10 years older to me. Nick was always a good husband and we had a great time. Ever since he lost his job recently, he took to heavy drinking. He had a very well paying job that allowed us to pay off the mortgage on the house. We had even added a large deck and a pool in our backyard. When Nick lost his job he was never able to find anything that met his expectations and started getting depressed. His medication helps him.