Cindy’s Choices

I’m sitting here, at my computer, trying to figure out what I should do. Maybe if I write down what happened I can make sense of it, and make my decision. My name is Cindy Carmichael, and I’m twenty-five years old. After a false start, I thought I had found my “prince Charming”, and that life simply couldnt be better.

Now I’ve learned it was all a lie.

It all started when I was still in High School. I guess I was the high school princess. Popular, pretty, and with the best guy as my boyfriend, who could ask for anything more?

But high school comes to an end, and that’s when the first hit came.

I caught my “prince” wearing my prom dress.

I didn’t handle it well.

I stormed out, and went to a coffee shop to get my head together. To my amazement, one of my old classmates, Mark Carpenter was there, and before I knew it, I was crying on his shoulder, and telling him what had happened.

He helped me reach a peace with my former boyfriend who started living as a woman full time, and thanks to Mark we actually parted friends.

A few months later I moved in with Mark, married him, and things started to go our way right away. He had been a bit of a tech nerd in high school, but now an idea he had made was now an application in most cell phones, and money started pouring in.

Mark was smart, and instead of us moving into some big mansion, we went into a nice, middle-class three-bedroom place, and bought it outright. We did the same thing with a car, so although we lived in a modest neighborhood, unlike most of our neighbors we had zero debt.

Life was going great, or so I thought.

Until this morning, when I found this program on his computer. My laptop had crashed, and I wanted to print out a cute little card for our anniversary, so I borrowed his machine.

He’d been so full of himself he hadnt really even hid the program.

It somehow re-arranged reality, so whatever you wanted to happen did, and then created a plausible reason why it happened that way.

Apparently, my wonderful life had been a fantasy my husband created, because he wanted me.

My break-up with my boyfriend, meeting Mark, the whole thing was a lie.

I’ve freed my ex from the compulsions that Mark gave him, but beyond that I dont
know what I should do now. At the moment my loving husband is paralyzed laying in our bed until I can decide what I should do with him.

Part of me wants to do something horrible to him, like he did to my ex and to me. But if I tortured him, wouldnt I be just as bad as he was?

I’m at a loss.

What do I do?

Author’s note: Whatever choice gets the most votes, I’ll write as a story.