[Dear Readers,
This story is a true account. It isn't a goory horror story, but is some kind of nightmare to live, that mostly takes place from about (August 2012, and) November 18th to December 24th in the year 2012. Some details are explanitory while lacking a full-on graphic explaination. Some might be vivid.]

He did not get a full set. That man!
Or whatever he was...
All that time ago.
The ring he gave her was not his passion to give to her. Someone else hunted and bargained for it, then passed it to him urging him to put a ring on her finger if he really planned to marry.
All was a beautiful and cute little life. A picturesque life of the traditional family man with a wife at home taking care of their first baby.
There was no strong indication to her that he was ever really being disloyal, and she especially didn't think he'd keep any secrets.
For some reason, though, one of his closest friends tried to come on to her in their home one day, claiming he didn't like watching him treat her bad. Though subtly provoked by what treatment he could possibly mean, she turned down his best friends advances... and eventually fought to kick his close friend and his small family out.

No one understood her agressive demands in the process, but for her, it was all about protecting her engagement, her childs sense of security and overall development, her fiancé's heart, and her's...
In attempt to avoid causing any more strife for her fiancé she never told him the true reason she kicked his close friend out.

Very little time passed and suddenly his love was not...