By Richard Alpert
I love my wife. I wanted to get that out right away, because . . . things have been strained around our home lately. There's a lot going on. You might even call some of them tragedies. And, yeah, I'll say it--this wasn't the life I thought we'd all be living when I asked my brother to come live with us earlier this year.
You see . . . there's something going on between the two of them. Or at least going on with my brother. My wife would never hurt me ... leave me. And there's a reason one of the ten commandments mentions coveting a brother's wife.
I guess I was jealous. And I really had no intention of meeting with that sweet little thing who kept flirting with me. Like I said, things have been strained. When you're under a lot of pressure and someone says funny, kind things to you . . . you tend to listen. Maybe a little longer and harder than you should have.
I'm not sure what do to about the whole situation. Do I confront my brother? I can't really talk about it with my wife -- she's going through the worst life can hand you. It started when someone began to stalk her and just escalated until now . . . .
But what about me? I need some love and affection, too. I need my wife, and right now, she's just not there for me.
I can't explain it all, but somebody else did--in a book called Cheated by Death. Yeah, we were all cheated by death in one way or another. And the ramifications keep going on and on and on . . . .
I can't talk about this any more. I'll pour just one more glass of scotch and then . . . well, I'll figure something out. I always do.