Day Eighty-three - Innuendo

Out of all the stories I've been telling, and the ones I am yet to tell, this particular story is the one where I'll go into least detail. The truth is it's far too perilous for me to go into the specifics - I won't even mention anyone neither by real name, nor by alias. The internet being what it is, I could easily find myself in very dire straits were I to detail the extremes to which I pursued what I regarded as my righteous vengeance. I'll just say that for a long while, probably for over a year, I made enough to maintain my ever growing comics and CD buying habits. I could have made something actually productive, but nah, screw it - It was mainly just so I could keep buying crappy comics and a bunch of CDs that went unlistened and remained on their factory shrinkwraps for as long as I had them. But that part of the story was actually the least important thing to happen in my life during my tenure there. You see, from about 1997 or so, I started to feel like something was missing in my life. My relationship with Dora was stable, but it was also stale. We were having sex like once a year only, though we slept in the same bed for most nights of the week. I know that the attraction just wasn't there anymore, and neither was the willingness on both our parts to put in whatever effort it required. Because, and this is indeed true, we were so numb to how much we'd been drifting apart that we simply stopped caring. 

Oh, we cared for one another, in a friendly, sometimes fraternal way, and the only thing that broke that illusion was that sometimes things would get physical between us. And I thought - I hoped - that if we were to conceive a child, then our relationship could be saved. You see, we never took any kind of precautions - I'm not sure that she ever took the pill, and I never used protection with her. Why would I? She was my one and only woman. So.. getting her pregnant - and yes, I did do it on purpose -  wasn't that hard. Sure, it took me understanding in a far greater detail how her cycles worked, but that came down to just numbers, really. Now, sex being a rare commodity back then meant that I had to try my luck in those times of her cycle where the likelihood of her getting pregnant was higher. And it took a few tries over a period of almost three years - where it's likely I could count the times we had sex by the fingers on one hand - but it finally happened one day. She told she had been late, and after a while she decided to take a pregnancy test that confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. That was in march 1999 - the only other remarkable thing to happen to me that year was when we all travelled to London for the first time. And that, as you'll see, proved to have a great impact in my life.