FALL OF 1992
On October 30, 1992, my fiancé Gary was killed outside of his home and to this day the police still have no leads to solve his murder. There was suspicion of my resentful ex-boyfriend, Chuck possibly being involved. However, there was never enough evidence to charge him. In fact, Chuck was conveniently ill at a nearby hospital the night of the Gary’s murder.
Gary had proposed to me the week before he was killed. Unfortunately, our relationship never had a chance of surviving. I found out I was pregnant two days after his proposal and there was no doubt in my mind that Gary was not the father of my unborn child. It’s possible that had Gary lived, I would’ve been brave enough to look him in the eyes and explained my indiscretions. I struggled with my guilt for as long as I could before selfishly accepting that I would have lost him anyway.
Gary and I met through mutual friends and from our first date, we hit it off . Gary was warm and friendly. Everyone in our circle of friends enjoyed his presence. For me, it was refreshing because I wasn’t use to dating a guy being as compassionate as Gary was. However, beneath Gary’s caring and stimulating exterior, there were acquaintances that knew him only as superficial and weak. Apparently, I was weak as well, I alluded myself into thinking that I was in love with two men. One who completely adored and supported me and the other who gave me the secureness I needed and the benevolence during sex that women I know only dream of, and for that indulgence, I will forever pay the price.
