My Home Companion

I was married for twelve years when my husband came home with a young woman from work. She had been thrown out by her stepfather so my husband brought her home without calling first. I put her up on the couch in the den, and she was to share my preschool kid's bathroom. But first I fed her, and talked with her. Her stepfather had tried to r**e her.

Around one in the morning my husband told me to go get her and bring her to bed. She needed to be held, not vanished alone on a couch. Against my better judgement I went and brought her to our bed. Immediately my husband pulled her into bed and held her under him. She looked at me with the look of total surrender.

He held her, in a spoon, his grip was absolute, he was protecting her in his mind, she may not have felt the same. He gripped her and started to mount her. I hit him, but it was too late. He was mounting her and she was given to him and I sat and watched until he released his grip on her after completing his mission. Only then was I able to pull her free and hold her the rest of the night.

She slept so soundly in my arms, I kicked my husband awake to see to our kids when they woke up. By the time she woke up my kids were dressed and had had breakfast and the nanny had shown up. My husband had gone to work. I spent the day with her in my arms, rocking her on the couch, where she was supposed to gave slept.

When my husband returned that night she ran to his arms, he held her with a deep hug, and then let her go to help me with dinner.