storytelling debate

...ok then... I guess I should have known that she was cheating on me, but I long ignored the signs. I truthfully can't blame her. I imagine her sitting in the sofa, alone, watching TV. A woman of her caliber could have easily had any man she wanted. Not only was I not good enough for her, I was so obsessed with with being with her in the afterlife I forgot to treasure her in the present. In the first few years in heaven, I would have never thought of such atrocities. I would have assumed that she was far above such temptations. But after many years, it became clear that she was not coming. I waited day and night besides the golden gate, but I never did see even a glimmer of her angelic like hair. However, I cannot find myself to blame her, and I will probably wait for her many years after. Why? Purely, and simply, I love her. I met Gregory in college, and the moment I laid eyes on him I knew that he was special. He had the "bad boy" feeling about him that girls go crazy over, but was not especially my type. My family had always been very religious, and I spent my whole life up to that point trying to get into heaven. Everyone of my ancestors had made it to heaven, and by now it had become more of an obligation rather than a reward. When he proposed to me I was so elated I could barely breath. He had taken his time with the proposal, and at times I was concerned that he did not love me enough. It was a rushed wedding; I wanted to say my vows as soon as I possibly could. I had nightmares some days, that he might leave. They were always unfounded, but came every night a few weeks before the wedding. The wedding was perfect, and my parents grudgingly accepted my new husband. I wanted to start a family but Gregory was reluctant. It didn't matter anyways after the doctor told me I was infertile. I was a mess afterwards, but Gregory would hold me in his arms and hmm to me as if I was just a child. Later, we decided the world was perfect with just us in it. We were fifty somethings when Gregory started returning home late. At first I assumed that he was just working late, or hanging out with friends, but I couldn't be too sure. I asked him about it one day, and he only shushed me and said "it's a surprise". I tried to think the best of him, but I couldn't help but think that maybe he had gone back to old habits. A few weeks in, I had a horrible realization. If I continued my quest to heaven, we would not be together in the afterlife. It was hard for me to dirty my pure record, spotless from any sort of crime. I stopped helping out at the charities I normally visited and tried to cut down on the "nice" things I did for other people. I started lying, to my parents, to friends, even sometimes to Gregory. I knew I was bad at it, so I would practice simple lies in front of the mirror. "I am a boy" "My name is Grace" "I don't need you" "I'm fine" My crimes escalated, and resulting to petty theft and some hacking (I had always had a knack for computers). I tried to hid my atrocities from my husband and luckily it wasn't difficult since he was never home. However, this new, twisted side of me slipped out in front of others who I deeply cared about. I became alone. It was okay, however, the world was perfect with just us in it. Gregory died at the age of seventy. I barely saw him during the few years before his death. I barely saw anyone. I was so lonely. He died in his sleep, and I woke up next to a cold corpse. I wasn't too sad, I would see him soon. With Gregory out of the way, there was no need to hid. Drugs finally did me in, and I remember when I closed my eyes for the last time. It felt so good to finally sleep. The gates of Hell were rusted and black, just how I imagined them. They opened for me as I walked through, and the screams hit me like a wall. The fire burned my skin and charred my hair. My eyes were so dry and I wanted to cry but my tears had all dried up. It was so hot I couldn't breath but I kept walking, and walking. I wanted to die again, but somewhere in this hell there was Gregory, and I would search for him forever.