Fiancee's Fuck Up

I used to feel bad after beating Val. Afterwards I'd buy her flowers, some chocolates. I always kissed and made up. She knew I didn't mean any of it; that it was just the booze talking. She also knew that she deserved a good smacking a lot of the time. But my head would take me to the worst places when I was pissed, and I'd lash out at anyone bothering me. I was always haunted by the memory of the other bastard, the one that I had held in my arms in the hospital and had honestly thought was mine. Three months later Val announces that I ain't the father after all, that some bloke from Windsor is. I know that Val never forgave me for making her relinquish that baby, but I could not have lived under the same roof as that kid. No fucking way. I would have strangled it with my own bare hands. I couldn't believe that anyone's fiancee would fuck some other bloke behind the back of the person they claim to love. I married Val, but I knew I'd never trust her again. I always felt like she was looking at other men or flirting with them. She was a nice looking woman, so men were drawn to her like bees to honey.