Wife, video calls Husband:
“Where the hell are you? All three location trackers have been displaying "Target's GPS Signal Lost" for thirty minutes.
That is statistically and geographically impossible!
Don’t try to use the tunnel excuse because you know and I know the longest tunnel in our area only takes 2 minutes and 45 seconds to get through at 55 MPH.
Remember, I have timed them all multiple times myself.
Who is she? How could you do this to me, us, our kids?”
She starts to sob uncontrollably at the mistake she made taking him back after he cheated five years ago. She has been crying almost constantly for two months, but she does not have the self-awareness to realize this.
Her children, 8 and 10, both have insomnia and constant anxiety due to worrying that their unhinged mother could no longer protect them. They were right to feel scared for their lives.
Because when he is out of her sight, she is obsessed with tracking his every move, many times to the neglect of those children.
She video calls him sometimes up to 30 times per day.
He knows the "Drill" when she video calls:
1) Show his face, then
2) Immediately turn the phone around and spin in a circle so she can see his surroundings and which whore he is with today.
There has never been a whore visible in five years.
Husband’s phone rings. He executes the "Drill."
As he spins, he says:
“I am at a new client, BB Concrete, and in their main warehouse. The gentleman you are seeing as I spin is Bob Brown, the owner.
GPS does not work in here. Can I stop spinning now?”
She sees his car and that he is definitely in a warehouse. She sees Bob Brown who is definitely not a whore.
Still on the video call, Husband gets in his car, starts it, and pulls out of the warehouse.
Bob Brown is staring at him in fear and disgust, having witnessed the "Drill."
To an outsider it looks insane, and that's because it is.
Husband now knows all of his efforts to get this initial meeting with Bob Brown, and to land this large client, have now been a complete waste of time and money. This was not the first time this has happened, but it will be the last.
Wife suddenly sees all three of her tracking systems display
“Target's GPS Signal Restored.”
Husband. “I apologize for not asking if the warehouse would allow GPS signals.”
He has been in a constant state of apology for five years now and today would be the last day of that nonsense.
Husband pulls over and puts the phone frontside down on the dash. He then removes the vehicle tracking device from the trunk and throws it in the woods.
He shuts off location sharing on his phone.
“You said three tracking systems? I thought there were only two? Where or what is the third?”
Wife, giggling through her tears: “I’ll never tell.”
Husband ends the call and sits there, on the shoulder of a major highway, his car idling.
His mind is racing.
Husband thinks: “....can’t be in my shoes, as I have so many pairs I wear…micro chip implanted somewhere in my body?..... too sophisticated for her… where the fuck is it?....“
He thinks back to last Christmas and the present she was most excited for him to open.
He pulls out his wallet and empties the contents onto the passenger seat. He then uses a small knife to cut through the stitching, and suddenly there it is.
A thin credit card sized transponder.
He whispers: "That filthy See You Next Thursday."
He takes the transponder, and the wallet, and tosses them in the woods as well.
He texts her “Merry Christmas” before calling his cell carrier to block her number.
He had been faithful since his one drunken incident 5 years ago.
From that moment, his entire marriage centered around the prospect of him straying again.
He had suddenly realized, spinning like an idiot in front of Bob Brown, that he had paid his penance for that one drunken indiscretion, one that he didn’t even remember, a million times over.
Withholding forgiveness and forcing someone to carry current guilt for past indiscretions is one of the most evil and cruel things you can do to someone. A spouse withholding love in any form, especially sexually, is the same.
Forcing them to perform things like the "Drill" turns adults into performing subjugated monkeys.
His wife hadn’t slept with him in three years as she was sure he was contracting multiple STDs on a regular basis.
He deserved forgiveness and love, and as she hadn't given those to him in a long time, he was finally going to give them to himself today.
For the first time in five years he wasn’t under surveillance.
It felt great.
He would never be a performing monkey ever again.
He stopped at his massage therapist and asked for room #4165.
The receptionist's eyes widened as room #4165 was code for a "Happy Ending" and he had never asked for one before.
It was the happiest of endings.
He checked into a hotel.
He never returned to his marital home.
The divorce was final 6 months later.
Poor kids