My husband Jack and I along with our three children were sitting in Chucky Cheese eating horrible pizza on a rainy Saturday when the Armstrong's stopped by to chat. Beth Armstrong had been a close friend before I cheated on my husband and now she barely acknowledged me, holding onto her husband like I was going to steal him. Yes I stole, or should I say borrowed someone else's husband but that was three years ago. I had learned my lesson and was probably safer than any other woman in here.
Three years ago I started an affair with another teacher in my school for no particular reason. I wasn't angry with my husband for any reason. He bored me in the bedroom, always the same thing but making sure I was satisfied. Mark flirted with all the female teachers in the school, from the newest to the oldest and included the librarian, admin staff and nurse in his flirting. I was the only idiot that let it move passed flirting.
There were three Fridays in a row near the end of the school year where we had a half day and Mark and I headed to a hotel instead of just going home. On the third Friday, after our third little fuck session, I got in my SUV and was giving myself one last look in the mirror. I literally pissed myself when I realized Jack was sitting in the back seat.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself," he said as he handed me an envelope with divorce papers. "I followed the state guidelines. Get a lawyer and we can make this painless as possible for the girls."
About ten feet away I could see Mark's wife Vicky screaming and yelling at him, Mark had a handprint on his face. He just stood there as Vicky waved her finger in his face.
I sat there for an hour, this wasn't supposed to happen. Our oldest could go home by herself. I called a neighbor and asked her to pick up the younger two and told her I was tied up at work for a bit and so was Jack.
Another hour went by and I was still sitting there in my pee. The Vicky and Mark show had ended long ago. My phone rang, it was Jack.
"Where are you, the girls are looking for you. You might be a slut but you're still their mother or did you go back for another round."
"I'm on my way Jack, can we talk when I get home?"
"No Amy, I don't live there anymore. I'm going to leave it up to you to explain this shit show to our daughters."
It was a shit show when I got home, the girls wanted to know why I was so late. They quickly realized I pissed myself and were making ooh noises and they wanted to know where their father was. My oldest, daddy's little girl, wanted to know why daddy's closet was empty.
"Girls please, it's been a bad day. Let me shower and change and we can order some pizza and then we'll talk."
Our middle daughter Amy may be my only ally going forward. Chris the oldest was standing there with her arms folded giving me death stares. Jenny the youngest always copied Chris, her death stare was almost cute.
After the pizza was served, Chris started right away, "Start talking mom, dad has clearly moved out. Even his office is empty. Who were you fucking?"
"Language Chris," I yelled.
"What's fucking," Jenny chimed in.
"Fucking is how babies are made, it's supposed to be only between a husband and his wife or else it's called cheating, so who were you cheating with Mom," said Amy.
Jesus, this day couldn't get any worse.
"Yes mom, who were you cheating on Dad with." Chris wanted to know. She was on the edge of tears.
"Another teacher at school," I said, whishing I had thought out my answers before we sat at the table.
"I hope you didn't destroy our family for the sleazy Mark guy, he's such a slimeball. He even checks out preteens. Please don't say it was Mark." The tears were welling up in Chris's eyes. I couldn't speak.
"Oh my god, I hate you. Don't ever touch me again." Chris said as she ran to her room crying. Jenny yelled out I hate you too mom and ran to her room. Amy asked for another slice.
For the second time that day I found myself sitting with no idea what I was going to do. I felt the need to do something, maybe comfort my daughter, call Jack and beg forgiveness and thinking this day could not get any worse. My cell phone was ringing, it was my mother. Yes it could get worse and just did.
"Jesse, Chris just called me. She was very upset and it sounded like she was saying you cheated on her father."
What was I going to say, well I wish it wasn't true but your daughter fucked up again. I didn't say anything but my mother figured it out.
"Jesus Christ Jesse, what were you thinking? I'm guessing you weren't thinking. Chris is a mess and I'm betting Jenny is in the same state. Listen, I'll be there in 30 minutes and they can spend a few days at our house. Your father and I can shuttle them back and forth to school. Can you have them ready?"
"Yes mom," and I ended the call.