Chasing His Muse

"I'm so sorry Collin, please don't leave me." I begged him, though I know it was not my fault that I didn't get pregnant. It had been three years now, we had been trying to have a baby since the first year we were married.

I loved him once, with all my heart. He was my high school sweetheart. We dated in high school, then we separated because we went to a different college. Then we reunited at our best friend's wedding. We dated for almost a year on and off and decided to get married.

"You're useless wife, you can't even get pregnant. I should have leave you by now. Just leave me alone! I'm so fucking upset with you right now." He slammed the door, and left me to get drunk in the next room.

I was an only child, and both of my parents had passed away couple of years back in a plane crash. Since then, I had been independent and on my own, until I met Collin. After our marriage, Collin moved in with me since I got the bigger house.

He told me to quit my job, and prepared my self to be a full-time mom. I was happy, I was thinking of building a family with him.

Since I was settled in finance from my parents inheritance, I agreed with him and quit my job.

I rushed to him trying to mend our marriage. "Collin please, don't be upset with me. We will try again, and again just please don't leave me."

"Damn it woman! Just leave me alone. I will fuck you when it's time and we will try again, cause I'm that good of a husband to you. Now go!" He slammed the door infront of my face, as I slumped down to the floor.

From the first year that we failed to have a baby, I suggested to him that we both went to a doctor to get checked out and see what our options were. But he went mad to that idea, saying that it must've been be me. Since then on, it went down hill.

He would go home late, drank after work, and called me names. Told me that I was not a real wife, because I couldn't even get pregnant. From then, my love for him slowly diminished.

He never hit me, but his abuse was mental. He would threaten to leave me, every time I got my period by the end of the month. After my period ended he would fuck me everyday, but never pleased me anymore. He would come inside me and leave me be, he would told me to be a good wife and get pregnant. But every month I didn't. Until the third year this year.

It started one evening, when I saw him having sex with another woman in our bed. I confronted him and yelled at him. But he just shrugged, saying that I won't let him leave, so he would do as he pleased.

I cried that night, my heart shattered to pieces. How could it turn to this. We were very much in love. Where did I go wrong.

That night I started taking sleeping pills, to get me to sleep. By next month I became addicted to it. While Collin was busy fucking around the house, with different women each week.

Collin would teased me to joined them, maybe I could get pregnant if he was satisfied with other women, and came inside me afterwards with his cum. Once he even made me watched him fucked other woman. He said it got him aroused, but after ten minutes he told me to get out of the room.

I would hear Collin and the women screaming and moaning. Making me drink and consume my pills, to help me numb the noise.

One night when I was sleeping, I could feel him fucking me raw. But I was too sleepy to resist because of the pills. He laughed at me and told me I was a bad wife, that couldn't even please her husband. He came inside me, and left me naked on the bed. And went to sleep in another room.

This went on for months, making me depressed. Until one day I decided to end my life, and consumed all the pills in my bottle, with liquor.

I was happy and relaxed after that. Feeling my self drowning away, in my sorrows. But I woke up the next day in a hospital. Collin was by my side, he was putting his game face on. Looking sad, and caring towards me. But he was smirking at me, when the doctor and nurses, would look away from us.

I just didn't care anymore. I just wanted to die. I was such a failure, I couldn't even kill myself. I just closed my eyes, didn't even want to see his face.

"I'm going to put you in a loony bin honey. There, you can think of me fucking women, in every corner of our house. See there honey, I'm not leaving you. It's you, that make your self leave me. You're a failure, you can't even be a good wife, and take care of her husband." He whispered in my ear making me shed my tear, but I was too lethargic, to even wiped away my tear.

But he did, he wiped away my tear. He kissed the top of my head, when he saw the doctor, was coming in the room.

"Good afternoon Mr. Buford. I'm Dr. Raynes, we've talked about admitting your wife to a Psychiatric Hospital. Mrs. Buford here, is in a good condition already for her transfer. I don't think, there would be any problem. If you could follow me, we can continue with the paperwork. And I can have the nurses, to help with her things." The doctor explained to Collin.

I slumped lower to the bed, thinking that at least I didn't have to be near him, and see him parade all his women around the house, and belittle me. Maybe I could be happy there, maybe I could even get better there? No, Who was I kidding, I was too tired for this life.

Collin was supposed to be my one and only, my true love, my happy ending. If I couldn't even manage one person, that I love deeply before. How could I even get better. I was ready for sleep time. I was already drowsy, from this flow of information today.

What ever happened to me in the loony bin, I guess it would happen anyway. Not like I could do anything about it. Not like I wanted to do anything about it. I just didn't have the drive, like I used to.

Having failure after failure made me what I was, despite all the people were telling me about this morning.