Personal Narrative

This is a personal story to me, to understand this story we will have to start at from beginning. I hope you enjoy this story and it is both entertaining and heartwarming to you as I am sharing a personal event in my life. Join me on this journey of discovery as I unveil one of the darker mysteries in my life.
It was my fifth and final deployment with the Navy, it had been a long six years and it seemed like I was never home due to all the training evolutions and deployments I had been a part of. I was excited to finish this deployment, return home, and make up for the lost time with my wife. I went to a beautiful country we called Satan’s butthole, just kidding it was Afghanistan. This deployment wasn’t like the others, every other time we

I tried multiple times, I even tried texting her still no answer. I left her a voicemail notifying her to call me once she got it. I eventually did the one thing that a desperate man would do after not hearing from her for hours I called her mother. I asked had she seen her daughter, her reply was a quick “no I haven’t, why?” I didn’t want to tell her why, so I responded “Nothing, just asking, she was supposed to be heading over there to see Janelle since she’s coming home today”. Her mom replied “Janelle flies in tomorrow morning”. This only furthered my suspicions, I began thinking to myself why would she leave a day early and more importantly why would she lie about it? I switched into private investigator mode and ended the conversation with her mother on that note and began to launch my investigation. I went on Google to search for the number that text me hoping to find some kind of social media account attached to it but my search yielded no results. I decided to pay a visit to her Facebook page to see if any photos or post’s will give me some clues to what’s going on, but still my search was a failure. Then I notice that her account was blank and she hadn’t posted anything in months (How is that possible) I begin thinking to myself, when she’s always on her Facebook chatting with friends. I did a quick name search on Facebook and Bam! I find another Facebook account

Needless to say this doesn’t excuse doesn’t hold well with me, I ask her to come home so we can talk after she sees her sister for the weekend of course. Monday came and she arrived home, we begin to talk the first thing I ask is “why?” I assumed everything was fine and I wanted to know why she would betray me in this way. She begins crying and said “I didn’t want to do this, but I just wasn’t happy anymore.” I replied “So that gives you the right to run off and be a whore?” I can tell what I said hurt her feelings but at this point I no longer cared. My feelings were hurt as well and the tension in the house became so thick you can cut it with a knife. I sat there in silence at a loss of words as she silently packed her things with tears trickling down her cheeks, I can tell she’s ashamed of what she’s done and she has decided to go to her parent’s house until things cool down. When she finishes packing she silently heads toward the door, but before she walks out she looks back a mumbles the words “I’m so sorry”. At this point I don’t want to hear an apology, but she waits a few seconds for my reply when she realizes I have said all I needed to say to her she slowly closes the door. Feeling hurt, lonely, and betrayed I sit in the dark living room listening