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how to stop. I got caught up. I--I--I made a bad judgment call and I'm sorry but I gambled away the money," JoAnn said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"You mean to tell me that you gambled away eight grand in two days!"
"I'm telling you that I wasn't myself. I didn't know how to stop. My palms kept itching. I knew I was going to win, it was just a matter of time. When my palms itch, it always means that I have money coming my way. This is the first time that it hasn't worked."
"I don't believe this shit!" Jesse began pacing like a caged tiger. "I've been to the support groups with you for gambling. I've been to the Alcoholics Anonymous meetings with you. I've been through so much bullshit with you, JoAnn. I've gone from trusting and loving you to being suspicious and leery of you and back to trusting you again. I thought we'd moved past your addictions. Don't you realize that your issues have the power to destroy our marriage? Don't you realize you can financially ruin us?"
"I just messed up a little money, Jesse. It's not the end of the world." JoAnn hoped to downplay the severity of what she'd done. She caught his gaze and noticed his eyes were laced with anger and damnation.
"There is no doubt in my mind that you fully understand the impact of your behavior. I'm tired, JoAnn. No, wait. Forget I said that. I'm not tired. I'm pissed off about this. Do you have any idea what it took for me to excuse your faults and flaws and learn how to trust you again? Do you have any idea of how many times I had to tell myself that I wasn't an idiot for loving you the way that I do? I can't believe you've done this to us again."
"I'm sorry," JoAnn said softly. Jesse stopped pacing and she could see that he was calculating something.
"You planned this. That's why you didn't show up to support me at the race. You were out gambling then and lost track of time." Jesse glanced at JoAnn who was horrified that he was able to figure her out so easily.
"Then, when I came home from the race, you pulled an orgasm out of me quick so that you could run off and gamble some more while I was sleeping." Jesse once again looked at his wife, and, based on the expression she had on her face, he knew that she'd deceived him.
"I never thought I'd have to go through some shit like this with you again--the last time was bad enough," Jesse growled at her as though some evil spirit possessed him.
"You'd better not hit me, Jesse," JoAnn warned.
"I'd better not what! " Jesse's evil rage was in control of him now. "I'd better not do what? " he barked at her again.
"I know that I fucked this up. Believe me, I feel bad about--" Jesse lunged at JoAnn and locked his hands on her throat and began choking her. As she fought to free herself from his grip, they tumbled to the floor. Jesse was too strong for her and easily positioned her on her back and straddled her. JoAnn had her hands locked around his wrists and was trying to pry them away from her throat.
"Eight thousand dollars! You blew eight thousand of my goddamn money! I should kill your ass!" Jesse slammed her head against the floor several times. JoAnn slapped and punched him on the side of his face, but her blows didn't do any damage.
"You don't fuck up money like that!" he shouted as JoAnn began gasping for air. She could feel herself beginning to black out. "Do you hear me?" Jesse lifted her head up and slammed it against the floor again. "Why!"
"You're killing me." JoAnn managed to find enough breath to squeeze out those few words. Her eyes began to float upward into her skull. At that moment, Jesse immediately released his pit-bull clasp. JoAnn sucked in air, coughed and managed to crawl from beneath him. Jesse rose to his feet as JoAnn crept into the bathroom, slammed the door shut and locked herself inside.
CHAPTER 8
JESSE
J esse rushed out of the hotel room to calm himself down. He needed to get away from JoAnn because his mind was telling him to strangle her to death and
"You mean to tell me that you gambled away eight grand in two days!"
"I'm telling you that I wasn't myself. I didn't know how to stop. My palms kept itching. I knew I was going to win, it was just a matter of time. When my palms itch, it always means that I have money coming my way. This is the first time that it hasn't worked."
"I don't believe this shit!" Jesse began pacing like a caged tiger. "I've been to the support groups with you for gambling. I've been to the Alcoholics Anonymous meetings with you. I've been through so much bullshit with you, JoAnn. I've gone from trusting and loving you to being suspicious and leery of you and back to trusting you again. I thought we'd moved past your addictions. Don't you realize that your issues have the power to destroy our marriage? Don't you realize you can financially ruin us?"
"I just messed up a little money, Jesse. It's not the end of the world." JoAnn hoped to downplay the severity of what she'd done. She caught his gaze and noticed his eyes were laced with anger and damnation.
"There is no doubt in my mind that you fully understand the impact of your behavior. I'm tired, JoAnn. No, wait. Forget I said that. I'm not tired. I'm pissed off about this. Do you have any idea what it took for me to excuse your faults and flaws and learn how to trust you again? Do you have any idea of how many times I had to tell myself that I wasn't an idiot for loving you the way that I do? I can't believe you've done this to us again."
"I'm sorry," JoAnn said softly. Jesse stopped pacing and she could see that he was calculating something.
"You planned this. That's why you didn't show up to support me at the race. You were out gambling then and lost track of time." Jesse glanced at JoAnn who was horrified that he was able to figure her out so easily.
"Then, when I came home from the race, you pulled an orgasm out of me quick so that you could run off and gamble some more while I was sleeping." Jesse once again looked at his wife, and, based on the expression she had on her face, he knew that she'd deceived him.
"I never thought I'd have to go through some shit like this with you again--the last time was bad enough," Jesse growled at her as though some evil spirit possessed him.
"You'd better not hit me, Jesse," JoAnn warned.
"I'd better not what! " Jesse's evil rage was in control of him now. "I'd better not do what? " he barked at her again.
"I know that I fucked this up. Believe me, I feel bad about--" Jesse lunged at JoAnn and locked his hands on her throat and began choking her. As she fought to free herself from his grip, they tumbled to the floor. Jesse was too strong for her and easily positioned her on her back and straddled her. JoAnn had her hands locked around his wrists and was trying to pry them away from her throat.
"Eight thousand dollars! You blew eight thousand of my goddamn money! I should kill your ass!" Jesse slammed her head against the floor several times. JoAnn slapped and punched him on the side of his face, but her blows didn't do any damage.
"You don't fuck up money like that!" he shouted as JoAnn began gasping for air. She could feel herself beginning to black out. "Do you hear me?" Jesse lifted her head up and slammed it against the floor again. "Why!"
"You're killing me." JoAnn managed to find enough breath to squeeze out those few words. Her eyes began to float upward into her skull. At that moment, Jesse immediately released his pit-bull clasp. JoAnn sucked in air, coughed and managed to crawl from beneath him. Jesse rose to his feet as JoAnn crept into the bathroom, slammed the door shut and locked herself inside.
CHAPTER 8
JESSE
J esse rushed out of the hotel room to calm himself down. He needed to get away from JoAnn because his mind was telling him to strangle her to death and
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