Tell Me Why I Should Marry Again?

Derek, a stunningly attractive man of 58, with his wife of only 2 weeks, walked to the front of the jail to

turn himself in on a warrant. As he held his wife's hand, his hazel eyes teared, and his pecan colored hands became wet from nervousness.

After being processed in, Derek went immediately to stand before the judge.

Tara, a beautiful lean woman of 47, who could easily pass for 35, sat in the lobby waiting for Derek to have a bond set. Her walnut shell colored hand pushed back her brown shoulder length hair from her face as she waited in the lobby. Derek desperately wanted to get things done in order not to mar his perfect work record. Instead, the judge came out, approached the anxiously waiting brown eyed woman and asked if she was Tara Breem. Tara slowly responded,"yes". Judge Malant, looked straight into Tara's eyes and sternly told her that Derek was to stay away from her until this case went to trial. Then, with an even sterner face, he pierced through Tara's heart as he instructed her that for her own safety that she should stay away from him or he would have the both of them locked up. Tara in a blurry gaze watched as the judge walked away in his black, traditional, judicial robe.

With a deep breath, Tara rose from the lobby's chair, and walked slowly out through the front double doors. She put the Mercedes into reverse and then into drive. Feeling empty and defeated, Tara pulled out of the parking area.

Could Tara have married a person that she really didn't know? Could he have taken another person's life and then attempt to hide the evidence of his misdeeds?

Everything that happens was planned long ago.

A man is only what he was created to be.

It is useless to argue with God about it.

This is because God is more powerful than man is.

The more you argue, the more useless it is.

You gain nothing at all by arguing.

Ecclesiastes 6:10-12

The Story that follows is based on true events. Names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.

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I miss him so much that it hurt. Man, it started over a frickin’ French tip glue on nail that I found on the den floor.

My son,Teddy, was there with me that day. I decided to straighten up the house a little, although it stayed pretty clean and organized other than dust. I grabbed the dust mop to get any dust that may be on the newly laid hardwood floors. The yellow dust mop glided beneath the long cream colored leather sofa and pushed out a French tipped, glue on finger nail. To take a closer look, I knelt down. I showed it to my son. With a questioning look in both our faces, we starred at each other.

I took the nail to Derek in the bedroom. He said that maybe my daughter or daughter-in-law had dropped it when my children came over for Mother's Day.

The next day, I drove to Macon , about 30 miles away from Milledgeville. There were some things that I needed to get in order. On arrival, Meme, my younger daughter was waiting for me to take her to a doctors appointment. Once in the SUV, I asked her if she'd dropped a glue on French tipped nail at the house in Milledgeville. She held up her hand to show me that she didn't wear Frenched tipped nails. I asked her if Kristy wore them. No, being that Kristy worked in a restaurant, she wasn't allowed to wear glue on nails of any sort.

After going home to Milledgeville, I told Derek that the nail belonged to neither my daughter or daughter-in-law. He got the most evil look in his face. The look behind his hazel eyes were now darker than the deepest dark. Then the words that spewed out of his mouth we’re like hot fires burning to the core of my heart. "What, you think that I am cheating on you, you crazy bitch?" I was in shock at seeing such an unknown side of him. I for the first time felt fear, then anger. I spewed back. " You old, humped back , played out, crazy motherfucker!"

The days that followed, Derek became very vindictive. He drove off after Tara had gotten dressed for his dad's birthday party, left me standing in the driveway. He said that If Tara wanted to get to the party that she would have to walk. Tara turned to go back inside, picked up the phone, called his mom to tell her that if I didn't make the party to wish Mr. Breem a happy birthday. She asked Tara if Darrell was acting up already. She went on to say that that is why he couldn't keep a wife.

Tara search the keys for the Explorer, they were nowhere in the house. He had taken them so that she could not get to the party. Felt helpless, betrayed, hurt.

For the rest of the evening, Tara sat with her laptop on the social network, Facebook.

About 4 or 5 hours later, Derek, came through the door with a foam plate. Tara told him that, if it was for her, she didn't want it because she’d already eaten. Besides, he could have poisoned the food. At this point, she could not trust him.

Tara wondered sometimes about the events that found their way into her life. She couldn’t believe that these happenings could ever really happen any place other than on television or in a movie, but it is all very true. Living a nightmare is so much more damaging psychologically than a dream that you can wake up from.

Like each night, Tara would go to the back right bedroom to read the Bible, meditate, and pray. While sitting there on the bed, she could hear Derek moving about in the house. Then, she then could hear Derek close the bedroom door and lock it. Why was he locking her out of the room? She continued to read from the Bible.

Tara began to become a bit sleepy and needed to get ready for bed. When she went to open the bedroom door, it was still locked. She knocked on the door and asked Derek to open it. He would not respond. She knocked and asked again. Finally, Tara went to the kitchen to try to find an object to pick the lock. That failed.

After, 30 minutes of knocking, Derek opened the door with that same evil dark look that he'd had when Tara had mentioned the French tipped nail. She walked into the bedroom, he stood there looking at her as though she was an intrusion. He stood in a stance like a boxer ready to punch. Tara asked if he was going to hit her. Derek responded,"no, I don't hit, I shoot". She told him that real men didn't shoot, they fought with their fists. He put his fists up to strike. Tara pushed him and ran around the corner of the bed. He was behind her. Tara turned to swing at him, he then lunged to grab her. Tara fell backwards over the foot of the bed, it broke. The box spring and mattress fell and then she rolled to the floor. Derek ran around the bed. Tara began to kick and wave her arms. Derek jumped on her torso, grabbed her around my neck and began to choke me. Tara began to hit him in his face as his hands locked around her neck. Tara was losing consciousness, she could not breathe. Derek screamed that if Tara stopped fighting that he would stop. Then just as quickly as it started, it ended. He stopped choking her. He got up like nothing had happened, gathered the broken pieces to the bed and loaded them into the Explorer. He left, came back in twenty minutes..

Tara’s Thoughts

I feel so confused about all of this. Don't know who to trust anymore. The Victim's Advocate has me repeat everything over and over again. I AM SO TIRED OF ALL OF THIS.

Dereck went to a pre-trial. He said that he was given 12 months probation and a $1300 fine. But, still there is that stay away order.

Don't think I will go to the Solicitor General's appointment on Monday. They may try to use something against Derek.

This has been like a nightmare. I was so saddened that I shaved my head to cry for my marriage, my husband, and for me. Only 1 week as a married couple.

Who knew that the phone call that my older son made would change the course of everything.

The night after our rumble, I slept late. Derek got up and left for work earlier than usual. I remained in bed to fall into a deep sleep that was interrupted by pounding on the front door. I was startled because no one that usually comes here uses the front door.

With my hair all over my head, I walked down the left hall to the door, peaked out of the window to see a police officer. I cracked the door opened to ask how I could helped him. He asked if this was Derek’s residents. He continued to tell me that my son had called the Milledgeville Police Department from Bibb County.

Chritian had tried to call the house phone and got no response

Don't know how I am suppose to feel any more. I feel numb. Am I now a zombie with no feelings to express.

Do I really time even exist?

He text that the marriage was not working out. That he was ready to sign.

Am I in another dimension, time, or in space floating without oxygen. My heart can't take this.

He text that he was falling apart from the inside out.