The Story of Stephanie (Part 5)
After that trip to Kinky's Closet, things quietened down a bit for me. I wasn't really dressing as much and wasn't online as often. Then my life changed. I started a new relationship with a woman. Slowly but surely I felt myself falling for her. But she was very different from girls I'd been with previously. She was very jealous and quite possessive. A flaw in an otherwise perfect woman for me. It was these flaws that made me see that I had no chance of ever being Stephanie while she was around. But I was falling in love with her and I wanted to make a go of it. I was in my late 20s and thought the time was right.
After a year of dating her, I decided I wanted to take it to the next level. I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. She said yes! That very moment I decided, Stephanie was no more. She's gone! I had to commit everything to this woman. So, I went home. Put all my clothes, lingerie, heels, toys, makeup everything in a black bag and threw it away. Almost 10 years of my life, gone! I deleted my TVChix profile and officially, Stephanie was dead.
The relationship was progressing nicely. No date had been set for a wedding, but plans were afoot. Then we decided we wanted to live together. I was ready to move out of my mums for the first time. It was scary, but exciting. I wasn't missing being Stephanie. That time of my life has passed. I was over it. Life was pretty good. New house, new job. A beautiful fiancée. What did I have to complain about? As it turned out eventually, a lot!
I'd been in my new surroundings about 6 months, engaged and settled, when things started to change. I was getting homesick. I was home alone a lot. My girl was out working different shifts from me. And when she wasn't, she was out with friends. I was getting increasingly annoyed that we weren't spending enough time together. We started falling out a lot. Arguing, fighting. We weren't happy. One night she went out on a night with her friends. I wanted her out of my way to be honest, so gladly said it was fine. I had an early night, knowing she'd be late in anyway. Probably drunk and looking for sex. I woke up the next day and she wasn't home. I text her to see where she was. Nothing. So I called. No answer. I phoned around a couple of friends. All saying they hadn't seen her. Panicking, I continued to call and text. Still nothing. I was fearing the worst, as you do. Later on that day, eventually she called me. She wouldn't say where she was or where she'd been. But would be home when she's ready. Saturday night came, still not home. Sunday morning fell into Sunday afternoon. Still not home. All the while I was texting, practically begging her to come home. Eventually Sunday night came and she was home. Still in the clothes she went out with on the Friday night. I was suspicious. Right then and there she told me, she'd been cheating on me! Not just that weekend, but for several weeks. This woman, this jealous, possessive woman, who agreed to be my wife. Who made me promise I'd never hurt her, had stabbed me through the heart. My life was over.
Over the next few weeks, we tried to sort things out. Trying to make it work. But my love for her was dead. I actually started hating her. I needed to go home. Back where I'll be with the people I love and trust the most. So I did. My relationship with her ended. I was in a bad way. My mum had downsized when I left to a one bedroom flat. So I was homeless. My new job was too far for me to travel as I don't drive. So I was jobless. And penniless! What had just happened to me? This wasn't part of the plan! The next 6 months were all about getting my life back on track. I was sleeping on my mums couch. Going out everyday trying to find a job and a place to live. I was getting desperate.
Things changed though, very quickly. I got myself a new job, and within weeks I had my own flat. Life was good again. One night, I sat thinking things over. Then an old friend made an appearance. I was looking through my old laptop and there she was. Stephanie! That picture made me smile. Even to this day, it sickens me to think of the stuff I threw out. It was then that I decided I want to resurrect her. She had to come back. And I knew, that if she was, she'd come back better than before. I knew Stephanie was ready for more!
To be continued.......
After a year of dating her, I decided I wanted to take it to the next level. I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. She said yes! That very moment I decided, Stephanie was no more. She's gone! I had to commit everything to this woman. So, I went home. Put all my clothes, lingerie, heels, toys, makeup everything in a black bag and threw it away. Almost 10 years of my life, gone! I deleted my TVChix profile and officially, Stephanie was dead.
The relationship was progressing nicely. No date had been set for a wedding, but plans were afoot. Then we decided we wanted to live together. I was ready to move out of my mums for the first time. It was scary, but exciting. I wasn't missing being Stephanie. That time of my life has passed. I was over it. Life was pretty good. New house, new job. A beautiful fiancée. What did I have to complain about? As it turned out eventually, a lot!
I'd been in my new surroundings about 6 months, engaged and settled, when things started to change. I was getting homesick. I was home alone a lot. My girl was out working different shifts from me. And when she wasn't, she was out with friends. I was getting increasingly annoyed that we weren't spending enough time together. We started falling out a lot. Arguing, fighting. We weren't happy. One night she went out on a night with her friends. I wanted her out of my way to be honest, so gladly said it was fine. I had an early night, knowing she'd be late in anyway. Probably drunk and looking for sex. I woke up the next day and she wasn't home. I text her to see where she was. Nothing. So I called. No answer. I phoned around a couple of friends. All saying they hadn't seen her. Panicking, I continued to call and text. Still nothing. I was fearing the worst, as you do. Later on that day, eventually she called me. She wouldn't say where she was or where she'd been. But would be home when she's ready. Saturday night came, still not home. Sunday morning fell into Sunday afternoon. Still not home. All the while I was texting, practically begging her to come home. Eventually Sunday night came and she was home. Still in the clothes she went out with on the Friday night. I was suspicious. Right then and there she told me, she'd been cheating on me! Not just that weekend, but for several weeks. This woman, this jealous, possessive woman, who agreed to be my wife. Who made me promise I'd never hurt her, had stabbed me through the heart. My life was over.
Over the next few weeks, we tried to sort things out. Trying to make it work. But my love for her was dead. I actually started hating her. I needed to go home. Back where I'll be with the people I love and trust the most. So I did. My relationship with her ended. I was in a bad way. My mum had downsized when I left to a one bedroom flat. So I was homeless. My new job was too far for me to travel as I don't drive. So I was jobless. And penniless! What had just happened to me? This wasn't part of the plan! The next 6 months were all about getting my life back on track. I was sleeping on my mums couch. Going out everyday trying to find a job and a place to live. I was getting desperate.
Things changed though, very quickly. I got myself a new job, and within weeks I had my own flat. Life was good again. One night, I sat thinking things over. Then an old friend made an appearance. I was looking through my old laptop and there she was. Stephanie! That picture made me smile. Even to this day, it sickens me to think of the stuff I threw out. It was then that I decided I want to resurrect her. She had to come back. And I knew, that if she was, she'd come back better than before. I knew Stephanie was ready for more!
To be continued.......
5 years ago
