His name was Jack, and he was looking for a place to live.
I owned a duplex and was living in one side of it while renting out the other side. My most recent tenants had just moved out so I put an ad out and put a sign in the yard.
I was divorced and had been for nearly three years. My wife had decided that I didn't make enough money to put her in the lifestyle she felt she was entitled to, and my ambition level was such that she didn't expect me to manage that anytime soon, if ever.
Linda didn't feel she should have to work. She felt her job was taking care of me and our future children (which were now no longer going to exist) and it was my job to provide for the family. This allowed her plenty of time to eventually get involved with local multi-millionaire Walter Hobbs, and to eventually leave me for him. She and I had been married for 9 years at the time (she was 30 then) and he was 27 years her senior. But he was loaded and single, and that's all that mattered to her at the time.
Despite her relationship with Walter, the courts saw fit to divide everything we owned 50-50, and Linda made no effort to dissuade them of this decision. I managed to scrape together enough to make a significant down payment on this duplex and the rent I charged on the other side made a big dent in the mortgage for the entire property.
The unit had been available for about a week when I got Jack's voice mail asking if he could take a look at the place. I called him back and we set an appointment for that weekend.
I was in my garage workshop awaiting his arrival and saw his little white import pull up to the curb. I watched as Jack pulled himself from the small car. My first impression was that he was about my age (early-thirties) and was what I would assume ladies would think was good looking. His demeanor, however, was not one of confidence but rather sadness and resignation. I wiped my hands and went out to greet him.
"Jack?"
We shook hands.
"That's right. Jack Jamile. You must be Henry."
"Sure am. Let's take a look at the place."
I was pretty handy around the house so had replaced the carpet in the living room since the last tenant moved, plus I had repainted the entire place. Since it was a mirror image to my half I knew where everything was and gave him the so-called grand tour. He seemed interested as we went outside.
"I like it, Henry, but could you come down $100.00 on the rent. It's a little more than I can afford. I know it's asking a lot, but I just got divorced so I don't have much, and I need someplace where my kids can stay when I have them."
"I understand, Jack. I don't have kids but I'm divorced myself and my wife got a lot of the money when she left even though she cheated on me. Kind of a crappy system where a woman can cheat and basically get rewarded, am I right?"
Jack hesitated just a bit, but then quickly agreed with me, adding "my cheating wife even got custody of the kids."
I saw an opportunity to help someone who was in much the same place I was a few years ago, so I agreed to lower the rent for the first year and we could see where things stood at that point. He thanked me for my understanding and we went in and completed the paperwork. His credit was lower than I would have liked, but with the divorce I wasn't surprised so I let it slide.
He brought his stuff over after work each night that week and I helped him get set up as best I could. Once he was all settled I invited him over for some beers and to throw some steaks on the grill. I offered to treat since he was a little short.
"So, do your kids live near here?" Obviously his kids lived with his ex but I didn't want to upset him by mentioning her.
"My old house is about 20 minutes away, but I chose here because it's close to work and that's all I've got right now."
I recalled from his application that he was a salesman at the Toyota dealer that was on the interstate and not too far from here.
Jack explained that he and his wife had two kids, ages 2 and 4. His wife worked part-time for a local bank and he said she hooked up with someone that worked nearby. He said he forgave her more than once but she wouldn't stop; or rather, she said she couldn't stop because she craved the experience so much. Eventually it tore them apart and now he's paying child support and alimony so he's struggling despite making a good income at the dealership.
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Her name was Linda, and she was my ex-wife.
I told Jack more details about Linda and how she had volunteered to work on the campaign for a mayoral candidate that she believed in. Walter Hobbs was one of his biggest supporters (and donors) and she had been asked to be a sort of liaison with him directly, mostly to ensure the donations kept coming in.
As you have probably guessed, he became quite smitten with her beauty and she became quite smitten with his bank account. It wasn't long before he was asking her to be his date for various fundraisers and charity events. I raised plenty of objections but Linda assured me it was all perfectly innocent and part of her job. Eventually the nights started getting later and later and there was little doubt about what was happening.
Finally I came home from work one day to find her at the table with divorce papers in hand and her things already packed. There were tears and apologies and the like but it was made clear that I couldn't change her mind. Not that I wanted to by that point but she felt compelled to make sure I understood.
I was particularly irritated that she sought a 50-50 split of the assets since she was leaving for a rich guy, but she justified it by saying that anything could happen between now and the day they got married and she needed to have backup resources. To her credit she didn't ask for alimony and I sure as hell didn't offer.
The final decree that I picked up from my attorney 90 days later was anti-climactic. She was already living with old Walter in his ridiculously oversized mansion and I wasn't seeing anyone, so it was really just the final piece of a puzzle that had been mostly completed and collecting dust.
Jack and I spent the rest of the evening watching a ball game on TV before calling it a night, and over the next 3 months we hung out quite a bit. I got the impression he didn't have many friends but I didn't really push for information.
One night about this time, after Jack had just left to head over to his side, there was a knock on the door. Jack had left so recently that I assumed he had forgotten something. If only that had been the case.
"Hi Linda."
My ex-wife stepped through the door without so much as a hello. Unfortunately I had left a large gap when I opened the door and she took advantage. I turned to see her standing behind me and having turned to face me. She wore some outfit that I assumed was name brand and very expensive. It certainly looked it. I never could understand paying those kinds of prices just because of who made it.
"Good evening, Henry. How are you tonight?"
"Same as always, Lin. What do you want?"
"Do I have to want something in order to stop off at my ex-husband's house to visit?"
"So you're saying all you want to do is say hi, play catch up with our lives?"
"Not at all. I was just asking a question, but the truth is there is something that I would like."
"I can't imagine what that would be. We split everything fair and square, at least as far as the courts are concerned. What is it you want?"
"Henry, are you seeing anyone these days?"
"How is that your business, exactly?"