I hated my ex and didn't really like her sister and family right now either. Carol been the one caught fucking her boss by his wife which is why we'd gotten divorced but her whole damn family backed her right from her sister Heather to her parents, Ron and Barb. Fortunately, the boss's wife had been smart enough to snap a few pics and a bit of video of the two of them when she came home early one day so when it came to court there was no doubt that she'd been fucking someone else. Heather was 4 yrs. younger than Carol - pretty much a kid when Carol and I started dating but had certainly grown into a great looking woman; blonde, fit, bratty but sometimes you could see a bit of a wild streak in there and at least not as much a 'princess' as her sister but she never bloomed in the chest department. Carol had been an easy 36DD but I doubt that Heather even made it to a B cup. Both Carol and Heather got their looks from Barb, she'd had Carol when she was just 19 but even now at about 45, she could easily pass for under 40. Even though Ron was about 15yrs older than Barb it seemed that they had a good marriage. It had been almost a year since I'd seen her but as far as I knew, Heather was still single and working as a consultant/procedures manager for a manufacturing company.
We'd married young, I was 20 & she was 18 and I'd worked hard in computer programming ever since so we could have the things we wanted. Of course, she tried to make it look like it was my fault - I was never home (because I was trying to make enough money to keep her happy and when I was home, we often ended up arguing) and I was always too tired to keep her satisfied sexually (that's what happens when you're working 10hr days). Also, I must have been cheating on her because I was never home (back to the 10hr days) and I didn't appreciate everything she did to look sexy (because it was all the money that I was making that she was spending). Thankfully between my lawyer and the judge, her whole sob story fell flat and there was no alimony and when everything was done, it was about a 65-35 split of every asset she listed to the court in my favour. Carol's final words as the court was adjourned was, "Marc, if this is the last time I have to see you, I'll be a happy lady."
Much to the delight of some of the court staff who I'm pretty sure were already tired of listening to her whining, I simply replied, "by all means be happy but you'll sure as hell never be a lady!"
Through the whole thing (it dragged on for over 8 months - pretty much one month for every year we'd been married), her family made it a point to throw nasty looks/comments my way any time they could. Once my anger subsided (a little), I realized it was likely a good thing that we were divorced because I'd never have been able to make enough money to keep her happy and it would have been far worse if we'd had kids.
The house was sold, contents divided, we each kept a car and I bought a small house out in the country (she hated the country and insisted we live in one of the upscale city areas). As things settled and I was unpacking, I came across a box of old papers and started going through them. I found one that had me smiling, laughing and enjoying myself for the first time in almost a year - it was the joint ownership of a cabin that her family had bought the year we were married. It was pretty rustic but it was right on a small lake and the thought was that we'd all work together to renovate it. Ok, Ron wasn't in good enough shape to do much, Heather was single so most of the work was left to me. We'd all chipped in on it and her parents, us and her sister all had equal shares. The best part was that to avoid collections (she'd declared bankruptcy just before we got married), 'our' share was solely in my name. What made me laugh was that she'd forgotten to list it in the assets so now that the divorce was finalized, she had no direct claim on it. With everything else going on, I'd pretty much forgotten about it because it had been about 2yrs since I'd been there. As soon as I'd gotten things nicely fixed up, Carol seemed to make sure that I was working anytime the family wanted to get together there and any time I was available she never wanted to go.
Along with the ownership was a schedule signed by all of us as to who got to use the cabin when - basically starting on a Saturday the first week of any month was her parents, the second week was her sister, the third week was us and the last week was open to anyone who wanted to be there.
As I looked at it, an idea started to form and I started working out the details. I knew things would likely get ugly but I took a couple of weeks off work, packed up what I needed and paperwork in hand headed to the cabin on the third Saturday of the month. I figured I'd have a week of peace and then enjoy the fireworks if anyone came up the last week and found I'd be staying there that week too.
Saturday
It was about a 4hr drive so I got there just after lunch. It looked like no one had been here for a bit so it needed a quick cleaning but by mid-afternoon I'd already been down for a swim in the lake, had a few drinks and got a campfire built for that evening. Once it got dark, there was just enough wind to keep the bugs away so with some rum, mix and ice in a cooler I went out to enjoy the fire. Strangely enough, even though it had been Carol that insisted we buy a part of the cabin, she didn't like coming here because there wasn't any wifi, cable TV and for the first couple of years there was only an outhouse.
I had a nice supper, a few more drinks, a campfire and went to bed. I was already more relaxed than I'd been in years.
Sunday
I was so used to getting up early for work that I woke up at 6am but when I remembered where I was, I rolled over and went back to sleep until just after 9. The weather was perfect, clear, sunny and already nice and warm. The rest of the day was spent enjoying the sun, going for a dip every so often to cool off and enjoying a few drinks. I'd had supper and was just enjoying another campfire when I saw headlights coming up the road.
I thought maybe one of the neighbours had seen the fire and wanted to make sure everything was ok. What I wasn't expecting was the 'Marc, what the fuck do you think you're doing here?" when my ex-sister in law got out of the car.
With as straight a face as possible, I told her, "Well, it's the third Sunday of the month so I figured I'd come up here for the week - or two."
"That's what you think...I've been trying to get time to come here on my week and couldn't make it work so I'm here for this week and now that you and Carol aren't together, you don't have any right to be here."
Now I couldn't hold back the smile, "On the contrary, when the cabin was bought, it was only my name on the title because of her bankruptcy, not the two of us and she didn't list it with the assets so I guess 'our' share is now 'my share'!"
I knew there'd be fireworks but holy shit was she pissed - at her parents for letting me be the one on our portion of the ownership, at her sister for not including it with the assets and especially at me for 'daring' to come to the cabin at all. After she was done ranting, she tried calling her parents but as usual there wasn't a cell signal so with a big, "I'm not fucking leaving" she proceeded to take her stuff inside.
I just watched and when she headed for the master bedroom I said, "Nope, that's where I'm sleeping - you can have the spare room if you want!"
That got another huge string of expletives followed with, "you might as well enjoy yourself tonight because tomorrow when I get ahold of mom and dad, they'll get the cops to come and kick you off"
I didn't say anything, I just smiled and went back to the fire. By the time I called it a night, she'd already gone to bed and it wasn't long before I was asleep.
Monday
When I woke up, I hoped that maybe when she got up, she'd be a bit calmer but apparently seeing me sitting there in my boxer's having breakfast wasn't exactly what she was expecting so she stormed out and the next thing I knew she was heading back down the road as fast as she could go. As much as I hoped she'd just stay gone, I knew that was too much to ask for and sure enough an hour or so later she was back, followed by a very unhappy looking cop.
When they got out, she started yelling at me again (not sure why this time) until the officer told her to be quiet so he could talk to me. He said that he'd talked with the 'owners' and since I was now divorced from their daughter, I had no legal right to be here and would have to leave or be charged with trespassing. I didn't say anything the whole time he was talking and when he finished, I handed him both the joint deed and the signed usage agreement. He read them both, looked at me, looked at Carol and said "Well, I'm no lawyer but from what I can see here, Marc has 1/3 legal title to the property and this week shows as his to be here so there's nothing I can do." Then he looked at me and said, "other than remove Carol if you don't want her here on your week."
