Unknown Airman chapter 4

So in my new chapter, I got out of the service and got married to my sweet heart and started a new strange life that did twists and turns that I didn't expect at all. My middle brother always tells me that to "Expect the unexpected and don't be disappointed". Well at this point, I must have just took my life and everybody else's for granted because I thought people would agree with me on almost anything, but that's not what happened for me and so the proverbial shit hit the fan. So I got married and that was even strange. For one hardly anybody in my family didn't go to the wedding, just my mom and my middle brother which was my best man and my mom paid for half the shit. My dad couldn't cause he was supposedly ailing and none of my family would come cause... pretty much they don't have nothing to do with me, so fuck em'. I got married and had a party that wasn't much of a big deal and then we didn't have no place to do our honeymoon and we had to find a hotel to consummate the marriage and all of that and then we had to take a drive back to California cause I had to go back to work, cause I had gotten a job at a aircraft company building jets (the F-18) and they shut down to do re-tooling of the plant and gave us a week off and that's when I decided to get married and get back in time to go back to work. We had to live at my parents house when we got back to Cali and that was terrible because my dad had to be the way he was and totally disrespectful to my new bride. Sometimes he was just a dick... So with some urgency I had to get a place to live, cause my wife was uncomfortable being around my family while I wasn't there. I found a place near my parents, actually in the same town I had lived in while in early child years before my dad had gotten in trouble with the cops and being a child abuser. It was great, the house had a pool and we lived next to a drive-in theater and the owner of the house had a deal with the drive-in owner and had a speaker put in the back yard in a little viewing room so you could watch the movies right there in the back yard. It was cool, it was a small 2 bedroom house and quint until people thought they could just come in the house and steal my stuff that I had accumulated while on my own. Isn't it weird that you spend your life getting things that you want so some asshole can come and take it away from you. That's why I don't own anything new anymore cause whats the use. Them fuckin' degenerates out in the world who can't do anything productive on their own so they find it easier to just take from people. What goes around, comes around... I don't know if these people have gotten their just due yet but I'm sure they will some day. So while during them first days of marriage I was hoping that everything would be like having a nice dream of being in heaven and everything would be good. I always thought that being married would a great source of getting pussy without the whole hassle of getting the pussy, but I thought wrong...Boy did I. I also found out that women don't necessarily obey the wedding vows either, but you being the male had better obey!... I don't know but I'm not an asshole, I'm just a nice guy and that's the way I was made and if you don't like and can't stand it, then I don't know what to tell you except that it is your problem not mine. Although being a nice guy in itself is somewhat a problem because people like to use it against you in order to make themselves feel bigger or something because they feel that they have to be above others, you know like a pedestal or something. So while my wife is at home, I'm at a job, working my ass off making 13 bucks an hour, which is pretty much what got her attention when I mentioned it one day before we were married and I was living with my little brother and his wife until I got a place of my own but I was a horny little devil and wasn't getting any and at the time my sweetie was a thousand miles away and wanted me to marry her and all I could think about was the endless supply of pussy that I was going to be getting. So now I was starting to think that the reason that women give up the pussy, is so that when they snag some poor horny soul and get that ball and chain around them, the pussy stops and then the whole damn thing is in their control, so then it's back to wank-it again. Only now I gotta go to a porn store booth area or the bathroom or something in order to get some relief. But women don't care cause even though they want the dick just as much I want the pussy, they take more pride in putting us men through the hell that they put us through. Jeez! does God have this much problem?. And also another thing, I thought a man's woman stood by her man that had married her and took her into his life and all she can think about is what she can get out of me. What the fuck is with you people. Can't do a damn thing for yourself that you have to use your ass to get what you want. Well I hope that your proud of yourselves. So anyways! once in a while I like to get high instead of drunk, well the wife doesn't like weed, even though she use to do it but got some kinda revelation when she got pregnant with baby number one. And then she has to know every move that I make and didn't she know I was my own man like every other man. Oh no they don't get that, cause they think that they have to be in control of their men's lives or they don't give up the pussy and then your screwed and not in the literal since. And then I found out what fighting was all about thanks to my sweetie, who really likes to fight and argue and be right and this and that and this and that, blah, blah, blah, blah... I'm busting my ass and for what, cause it isn't good enough cause she all of a sudden cause I'm making somewhat good an income and all she wants to do is spend it but when the paycheck is gone she has to get pissed like a junkie without their fix. Then there's the withdrawal until the next payday. The kicker about the whole thing is that, she wasn't no major hottie, or cutie and weighed in at about 250 pounds (but she was tall) but still please I wasn't even weighing in at 180lbs. Sometimes I felt like the busy body couple from Bewitched. She was Gladys Cravates and I was Abners and all she could do was drive me crazy, all because I took her away from her friends from her home out in the middle of the country. She didn't tell me that she didn't want to move, cause we would have never married if I had known that. Cause I didn't want to live in the middle of nowhere usa. So it was a slow miserable death to my marriage needless to say. One time my wife's grandmother died and she wanted to go home for the funeral and she's only supposed to be gone for a week. But a week turned into 6 months cause basically didn't want to leave home because I wasn't interesting enough for her and all she really wanted out of life was a good time and lots of laughs at someone else's expense and basically live her life at someone else's expenses. What an existance... So in the mean time before she leaves she sets up a sort of maid for me to cook for me, which I didn't need and told her that but she had to insist. So a week goes by and I come home to a dark house to find that most of my stuff had been stolen and then it turned out that it was the person that my wife had set up for the cook was a major drug addict and her and her ol' man were convicts in and out of jail for various theft charges to feed their drug habits and not their kids. I hope they get their's... But it don't matter cause to me, its only just a thing...
Then to make matters worse for me, the wife decides to stay back home, as she was gonna stay around for her one of her niece's birthday's. Which was supposed to be in 2 weeks. So when all of that moved around she drops a bomb on me that was enough to give me a heart attack but it didn't unfortunately. She decides that she doesn't want to come back to me at all, which just killed be. So I start looking into divorce cause she ain't coming back and I'm living in this house all by myself and all I want to do is get out of the house and out of the damn god forsaken town I was living in. So months go by and she is leaving me hanging and then all of a sudden she wants to come back because nobody wants her back there cause she's being a pain in the ass with her family too. So like a dummy I take cause I feel sorry for her and all of that shit. So she comes back and she's trying to get the people that ripped me off in trouble with the local cops, but nothing really happens, so I make a decision to move out of the God forsaken town for good and I never want to go back....ever. It's a cursed town!. So I try to buy a house and just as I'm gonna move in, I get laid off of my good payin' job and can't find another one in all of southern Cali. So we move to Omaha in hopes of finding a job there, but the pickin's are slim. Then my wife ends up getting pregnant with my first baby from my loins(Sara). So couldn't of came at a perfect time, cause I don't have a job and no way to take of my wife with medical and shit. In the mean time I'm receiving letters from Ronald Reagan to come back in the service cause they looking for people for certain jobs that are critical of personnel. So I decide to go back in the service so I can have this baby. What a terrible year, I get out the the base that I'm assigned too and her mom dies and she doesn't want to be alone for it. So I go on an emergency leave and end up staying there for about a month cause the baby is about to come and they let me stay until then. Course they were waiting for my security clearance to come through anyways. I get in and everybody out at the first base and my grandmother dies at my house on christmas day ('84). And from then on it all just starts to go down hill. I was stuck at the present base for 2 years in which my wife just didn't know how to act while around military people and thought people should be nonchalant about things and so I would get into trouble for the things that she was doing. Like she would get into screaming fights with the neighbors cause she just thought that she could say anything that she wanted, probably cause she thought that she could use freedom of speech to the max. And the cops would be called and shit. So on and on.
Then I get orders to go to Korea for a year, so I got to leave my family back in the states and the wife wants to go to Omaha so she can be around her family while I'm gone. So while I'm gone, the wife decides to go crazy on me and starts spending all kinds of money and putting us in major debt and she doesn't even care, it's like she don't know what to do with herself. Then on top of that the wife's sister is doing all kinds of drugs around the kids and then bringing the cops in to search the and Sara from what I heard she's showing the cops where everything is at and all I can think about is that the kids are going to be taken away cause the wife sister can't control herself. I guess drugs will do that to you...