I looked up the captain's address in the phone book and one Saturday afternoon when Julia was out "shopping" I borrowed a friend's car (so my own car wouldn't be spotted) and drove out to his apartment complex in Citrus Heights. I parked as far away from his unit that I could and still see the stairs to his apartment. I had no idea what kind of a car he drove so I didn't know if he was home or not. I didn't see Julia's car anywhere in the area which was a sign that my suspicions might not be grounded after all. Of course they could be parking and making out in a secluded spot somewhere...or maybe there was nothing more than friendship going on and she really was just shopping with Shirley...but I somehow doubted the latter. I sat there for almost two hours, was about to leave when I spotted Julia and "David" coming down the stairs from his apartment, hand in hand. He gave her a big smooch and then they both got in his car and drove away. I can't say I was totally surprised but I still felt sick! Hurt and angry and sick! It's probably a good thing I've never been a gun owner! Looking back I probably should have gone over and punched Captain David out! Ever sense I was in the Army I've had the desire to deck an officer. Then again the Captain could have punched me out instead! I'm really more a lover than a fighter!
I finally got composed enough to drive home but I was rummy. It's amazing that I didn't wreck my friend's car! I got home about an hour before Julia and poured myself a stiff drink and tried to calm down. When Julia came home I asked her if she went anywhere besides shopping and she said no. I asked her if she was sure and she said yes. I then confronted her with what I had seen and started screaming at her. She screamed back that I shouldn't be spying on her and started crying and locked herself in our bedroom. When she came out to use the bathroom I screamed at her some more and called her more vulgar names. I was pissed and I think I had a right to be. I never cheated once in either of my marriages and I don't think I deserved this. I then went out to a bar and got drunk! When I came back Julia was back in our bedroom with the door locked. I slept on the couch that night and never slept with Julia again.
The next day Julia moved out. She went back to her girlfriend and ex-roommate Shirley's place. She came back several times while I was gone to remove her possessions. A couple of weeks later she called me and tearfully apologized. She admitted to the affair and told me she couldn't help falling in love with the captain. She didn't mention us getting back together which was just as well. I didn't want her back.
We agreed to get a divorce and that's just what we did. It took several months but having no children made things a lot easier than the first one. We agreed through our lawyers to sell our house and divide the proceeds between us. We both had our own cars so that was no problem and there wasn't enough furniture or other belongings to even worry about. What neither of us wanted got donated to charity. It was about as simple a divorce proceeding as you could imagine. In July of 1976, three years and one month after our wedding I went back to officially being a single man again. I remember there were lots of celebrations that month. It was 4th of July in the bi-centennial year of 1976...the 200th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. I was definitely independent myself again but in no mood for celebrating! I was still feeling hurt big time! I firmly believe "time heals all wounds" but sometimes it takes quite a bit of that time!
I learned later through Shirley that Julia had moved in with her Air Force captain lawyer lover asshole. I have no idea if she ever married him or not. Of course service people transfer from post to post every few years. If they are still together they could be anywhere in the country, maybe even still in the Sacramento area. It doesn't matter now anyway. I truly don't care! The hurt and anger are long gone and I rarely think about Julia. It was over between us that Saturday afternoon thirty years ago. What started out so promising had once again turned to shit! It was the second and final time that I was to be married to anyone! At this point in my life would I get married again? Uh...probably not!