Vince reached out to my brother and the attorney my brother hired stating that he’s been going to both regular counseling and anger management therapy (he was court ordered to at my demand) and has documentation for attending both consistently. He also wanted to get back together with me so we can try to be in a relationship again. The attorney was wary of it, my brother did NOT want me to and part of me didn’t but the rest of me did because I will always love Vince despite him hitting me. Yes, I’m aware that that domestic violence is NOT ok; a person who strikes another has a high chance of repeating the behavior repeatedly…I’ve seen the documentation that Vince has and I’ve spoken with both of his therapists; I feel like he truly is trying to change his behavior and become a better version of himself.
After much deliberation, I decided that I would spend Monday night through this Thursday night with Vince at his place. I promised my brother that I’d carry my pepper spray with me at all times when I’m with Vince. We do share the same room and bed but on the advice of his therapists, we’re not to be sexually intimate this week. I’ll be joining him in his anger management therapy twice a week - he’ll attend 3 to 5 sessions a week - and we’ll both in couples therapy together 3 days a week.
It’s a bit awkward and weird being in his condo with him again after shit went down. I feel like that I’m walking on eggshells around him as I’m nervous that he’ll hit me again. I actually flinched when he hugged me after walking into his condo after work on Monday. So far, he’d been gentle and loving towards me; he said that he’d wake me up in the morning so I can get ready for work, he’d make me coffee in the morning, help me bring my stuff in from the car after work, make dinner for us, etc. I’m enjoying this and am reminded why I fell in love with him so many years ago. This is the Vince that I’m so in love with - the kind, caring, smart and loving Vince.
Last night, when I arrived at his place after work, I entered, kicked off my shoes and walked into the kitchen to find Vince prepping dinner. He’d heard me, looked up, smiled at me, washed his hands, came over to me and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I smiled and blushed. I took a step closer to him so that we’re just inches from each other and we look into each other’s eyes…I tilted my head slightly to the right. He leaned in to kiss me on my mouth, I kissed him back…it was a passionate kiss. Our hands were exploring the other’s body as we matched each other kiss for kiss.
Moments later, I pulled away…panting, trying to catch my breath. I excused myself to take a shower to destress from work. After toweling off, I put on sweats and sit down on the couch next to Vince; he’d brought over a heavy blanket and two wine glasses. He angled himself in the corner of the of the couch - against the arm of the couch - and I curled up against him, pulling the blanket up to my chin and his lap. Vince turned on the news but seconds later I fell asleep.
I was asleep for about 45 minutes before Vince woke me up to let me know dinner was ready. He made chicken parm with homemade marinara sauce, a side of homemade pasta and garlic bread, making sure that my wine glass was full. Last night’s dinner was the best he’s made for me so far and I thanked him for making dinner. I offered to help clean up but he declined my offer.
I wound up in the living room, turned the tv on and selected a channel that was playing a lame romance movie that I’ve seen so many times that I have three quarters of the lines memorized. After cleaning up, Vince joined me in the the living room to finish watching the movie. Again, I found myself curled up against Vince but this time I was wrapped up in his arms. We laughed at how ridiculously cheesy and stupid the movie was but we still enjoyed it.
During a commercial break, I turned my body a little to face Vince better - I had to look up a little bit. It was like he read my mind. He leaned down to kiss me, I opened my mouth to welcome him. We situated ourselves to be more comfortable on the couch as we kissed…we lost our self control. As we were kissing and exploring the other’s body, we were ripping our clothes off as we headed to the bedroom. I was questioning myself if I really wanted to risk having sex with him but we both wanted the other desperately.
We got on the bed, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs for the man I love. Seconds later, he entered me. He tried to control himself by taking his time but he let loose and thrusted in me deep and fast. I’d wrapped my legs around him to try to get him even closer to me. He rolled us over so I was on top and I rode his penis like there was no tomorrow…we were so close to finishing when he rolled us over again; I raised my hips so he could go deeper inside of me. I was too close but I wanted us to climax together so I gently bit the base of his neck, he screamed in pleasure and thrusted a few more times and we climaxed together.
Vince rolled us to our sides as he was still inside me and still shooting his essence in me. I don’t know how long we laid like this but I fell asleep shortly after.
I didn’t wake up in the night but I automatically woke up without my alarm to get ready for work while Vince was still asleep. I looked in on him one more time before leaving for the day; the love of my life had a slight smile on his face.
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