My career in teaching - 05
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Looking back,
Pictures of Emm
Starting my three-year teacher-training at twenty-eight, I had little idea of the problems Emma and I would have to face. Having to sell the car came as an early warning of difficulties to come, but the financial hardship was the easiest to cope with. The emotional strain was something else. Until that time, Emma and I had lived almost entirely for each other. When not at work, we had done everything together, gone everywhere together. Now, for the first time, something came between us. And so much depended on my completing the course successfully, we could not allow it to take second place. Our love was undimmed, but we made love less often - down to two or three times a week. Unable to find the time (or the money) to take her out, I encouraged Emma to join the girls at the office on their weekly night out. For months I found a masochistic pleasure in wondering who was fucking my young wife while I was at home sweating over my books. Rationally, of course, I knew that Emma would never cheat on me, but I came to enjoy the self-inflicted torment. What strange creatures we men are.
Starting my three-year teacher-training at twenty-eight, I had little idea of the problems Emma and I would have to face. Having to sell the car came as an early warning of difficulties to come, but the financial hardship was the easiest to cope with. The emotional strain was something else. Until that time, Emma and I had lived almost entirely for each other. When not at work, we had done everything together, gone everywhere together. Now, for the first time, something came between us. And so much depended on my completing the course successfully, we could not allow it to take second place. Our love was undimmed, but we made love less often - down to two or three times a week. Unable to find the time (or the money) to take her out, I encouraged Emma to join the girls at the office on their weekly night out. For months I found a masochistic pleasure in wondering who was fucking my young wife while I was at home sweating over my books. Rationally, of course, I knew that Emma would never cheat on me, but I came to enjoy the self-inflicted torment. What strange creatures we men are.
