Being that we were not familiar with this
game, we wanted details and were sent the URL to find this game. After
downloading this game, we were faced with the biggest challenge,
creating a name for the two of us to use together when we played. We
thought about this for quite some time, and agreed that since we were
both huge Pink Floyd fans and it was often the basis of our
communication, we became WeLuvPnkFlyd.
At first Acrophobia became a game that we
played in our spare time, but soon it consumed every free minute that we
had, from the time we came home from work until the time that we went to
bed. We were really just room hoppers playing wherever there was space
to fit. After a while, I started to play Acro as soon as my husband
would leave for work, giving me a few hours before I had to leave for
work to play.
One morning while playing, a player
suggested that he send me e-mail, and I answered with, "Nah, canít get
e-mail, my hubby would be too upset that I was talking to other people".
I instantly received a private message from a player who offered to help
me set up mailbox on the web so that Rob would not be able to read my
private e-mail. Enter painpill. I was a bit beside myself at first,
knowing of all the strange people that lurk on the web. Then this player
disappeared, and I followed him into a room with no players, just him
and I. When I approached him about this, another player came in and the
mysterious mail-box man disappeared. I followed him yet again into
another empty room when he said he was getting tired of being intruded
upon , he gave me his phone number and told me to call collect. I
responded, "If I call you, NO PHONE SEX".
My next move was asking advice from a friend
from the web about what I should do, call this man to see what he had to
say, or leaving matters alone. After being persuaded not to call him,
for almost two hours, I finally hung up with my friend and found myself
dialing the number that this mysterious man had left for me. I didnít
know what it was that made me do it, maybe the excitement of it all, but
next thing I know, the phone was ringingÖ the first of many collect
calls from N.Y. to CA. As I heard a manís voice answer the phone after
leaving my name with the collect call operator, I would have hung up the
phone except for the fact that he knew who was on the other line.
I took a deep breath when he answered and
found the courage to muster up a hello. Then we started talking and he
was extremely helpful and actually set up a mailbox as promised, to
allow me to receive e-mail without my husbandís knowledge. But then the
conversation ended, we hung up, and for some unusal reason, I found
myself already missing this personís presence. That was the last I heard
from him that day.
Whether it was the next day or a few days
later, I cannot recall, but painpill and I wound up running into one
another not long after we had talked. I told him that I had been
thinking of him and somehow I ended up calling him collect again. This
time we talked about the game and other little things. He was so easy to
talk to you and so easy to trust. He told me that the Bachelor Pad was
the room that he played most frequently in, and I informed him all about
the situation between me and my extremely jealous husband. He actually
listened, cared and understood. It was all new to me to be able to
confide in a stranger the way I was able to, to feel the trust that I
felt. It was such a great feeling that I dreaded the converstion ending.
This time when it ended though, we made arrangements to meet in the
Bachelor Pad first thing in the morning, after my husband walked out the
door. This went on for some time, hubby would leave for work, I would
jump out of bed and head for the computer to talk to this person who
mesmerized me so well.
This continued over time, we would meet
bright and early in the Bachelor Pad during weekdays after my husband
would leave for work, and we would just talk. At the same time, the name
WeLuvPnkFlyd was becoming well known in the Bachelor Pad, and I had
convinced Rob to play there as our regular room. As time grew on,
painpill and I were becoming closer and closer, as my husband and I were
drifting further and further apart. It seemed as though painpill
posessed my every thought and was the only person that I could trust
when I really needed someone to talk to. My husband and I had began
fighting over the time on the computer, he hated the fact that I was
online or playing while he was not home, almost as if afraid that he
would miss something. He began becoming suspicious. Painpill and I had
devised a plan so that if hubby were to come home while we were spending
time together, all I would have to do is type in a word that we had
designated as a signal.
After time, painpill had managed to win my
husbandís trust as well. When the three of us played, we always had fun,
and painpill and I hid our secret very well. So well indeed, that this
went on for months. As the troubles between my husband and I grew worse
and worse, painpill and I would talk more deeply everyday. When my
husband and I would fight, and I was left to cry as he walked out the
door, I would call painpill without even thinking twice and cry to him.
He always made time, he always listened and most importantly, he always
cared. As he would listen to my troubles day after day, he tried to
convince me that I should get out of any situation that made me
miserable. He offered me a place to stay all the way across the United
States even though he had never met me. I felt so close to him after
being able to share my deepest most darkest secrets. I wanted nothing
more than to be near this guy. Then we talked about meeting more and
more, we were growing so attached to one another that it hurt to talk,
thinking that we may never meet in flesh and soul.
Finally, the fights were becoming too
frequent between my husband and I to the point where I could not bear to
live that life any longer. I called painpill during my last week in N.Y.
countless times. I knew that I was leaving, it was just a matter of how.
We had talked about airplaneÖ too expensive. We had talked about the
bus, too long of a travel. We talked about my car, but I was
un-licensed, un-insured and un-inspected. It seemed hopeless untill that
week hubby and I got our income tax return check in the mail, totalling
over $1,800.00. My had asked me to deposit it into my bank, being that
my bank cleared state checks and federal checks within 24 hours.
I called painpill seeing this as my way out,
and informed him that after all these months of talking, I was truly on
my way to CA to meet him, to be with him, to fufill the dreams we had so
often talked about. Thursday night, May 28th, my husband and I had a
huge fight, I told him I was leaving and he walked out the door. I
called painpill crying once again as we set up the final preparations to
get this journey underway. I packed my bags, some clothes and of course
my computer, and hoped for the best but was prepared for the worst.
Friday morning, I called Amtrak, reserved a seat and then withdrew all
the money from the income tax return check. I called a cab, and it
seemed everything was in order.
The only problem was that I ran into was my
husband coming into the house as I was loading up the cab with all of my
bags. He made a snide remark, taking the situation all too well, and
waved goodbye as I left. When the cab arrived at the train station, my
heart started to pound. I was hit with the realization of what I was
doing, and realized that I was too far in to back out now. I boarded the
train, bags and all, and was headed to the Amtrak station. Finally,
arriving in NYC after what seemed like hours later, I boarded the Amtrak
train, and started to become uneasy. What the hell was I thinking? What
the hell did I think I was doing? What if this was all wrong?
Sometimes the heart knows best, and your
brain is the worst enemy. Calling painpill from every possible stop that
I could on this 3 day 3,000 mile trip, we knew that this was really
happening. I donít think that I wanted to turn back around until I got
to New Mexico when I realized exactly how close I really was to reaching
the final destination. Thank God for small favors as there was nothing
that I could do except get back on that train and continue westward.
Finally after so many calls along the way,
and 3 days later I was there, here, in beautiful San Diego. Meeting this
man that I had fallen in love with for all the things he had done,
finally feeling that our talks had brought us together not just
emotionally but now physically, it was an incredible feeling. It seemed
to almost make all the misery that I had suffered in my marriage worth
it. Strange thing to say, but it is what brought painpill and I together
from the beginning. And that was June 1st, 1998. After all we had
shared, we truly loved one another, and though we had never met, both of
our hearts just knew. Upon seeing each other at the train station for
the first time, all we could do was hug. Iím not sure how he felt, but
our first real hug was overwhelming with feeling, with desires, with all
the love we felt just pouring and flowing between the two of us. It was
one of the hardest feelings that anyone could ever have to describe, it
was just pure emotion.
And so life may be hard to define, as I will
have to go through a divorce, and learn to love and trust all over
again, but I have this wonderful man behind me, to help me, to guide and
support me. It seems all worthwhile, and I thank God everyday that I was
so lucky, not only to get out of a terrible situation, but to be blessed
in the end with a man like painpill. I truly found the pot of gold at
the end of my rainbow.