Watching The Today Show With My Wife Part 1
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Author's Notes: These are my stories and no one has my permission to use them. This story is about how I found myself single.
We had the habit on Friday mornings having coffee with some yogurt in bed watching the Today show. I worked four tens and she had been a stay at home mom for our three kids.
I worked from home, had my own single person business, an economic consulting business. I worked for banks mostly now helping them work through troublesome commercial loans mostly with companies owned by rich people who felt they didn't have to pay the loans back, nor have it reflect on their poor business practices.
Bankers usually suggested that the guy fire everyone. I'd learned that you had to focus on inventory and products that actually sold. Dump the ones that didn't sell, but well let's get back to the Today show.
There were two hosts, plus skinny Al Roker. One lady was in her late fifties Hoda something and the other was forty or so and the daughter of the lesser Bush.
Hannah thought she was the speaker for pre-MILF women. Totally Chi-Chi, spends way too much on the clothes, jewelry and shoes, she was forty and Hannah was forty eight. I though she only in the job because of her daddy and pretentious self.
Out of nowhere, she starts talking to the older host, "Jenna Bush Hager has opened up about how she regrets not dating more people before she fell in love with her husband, Henry Hager, and got married."
"The Today star looked back on her dating history on Tuesday's show while chatting with Hoda Kotb about Olivia Rodrigo's new song, Bad Idea Right?, which is about hooking up with an ex."
"I've said this before and I'll say it again. You don't need to go back to the ex just to not date somebody else," she told her co-host.
"Date as many people as you can!' she advised the audience. 'Because one day you won't be dating anymore."
"You sound frustrated,' Kotb joked."
"I'm not frustrated," she insisted. "Just nobody told me that, and I wish somebody had. So I tell you, date as many people as you can. Don't go back to the loser.' (I thought that was code for fuck as many people as you can)
Bush Hager met Henry while he was working on her father George W. Bush's 2004 presidential reelection campaign, and she almost instantly fell in love.
"I proposed to Henry after several cocktails," she recently shared on the Today show.
"I was 22 years old, my sister was standing with us, we were dancing and Barbara just started shuffling backwards. She was like, 'What is happening here?' she recalled.
"We'd only been dating three months. He told me he loved me and I'm like, "Me too! Let's get married!"
Bush Hager admitted that Henry refused her spontaneous proposal, but they got married five years later.
Hannah was hot while the Today show host was plain, with a flat face.
I said to Hannah, "Do you want some more coffee?"
She didn't hear me.
I turned my face towards her and stared at her for the longest time. She slid out of bed and without acknowledging me and went in and took a shower. About five minutes in I got up turned the tv off and decided I'd join her. The door to the bathroom was locked, so I got some sweats on and took off in my 1965 Chevrolet Suburban. I had a rebuilt GMC 361 straight six with a four speed manual. Manual locking hubs for when it snows.
I turned my phone off and put in the glove box. We lived in Indianola, Washington in Kitsap County. We had three mostly grown kids Jack, Pete and Kendall. They played sports, Kendall was known as the town pump as long as you were queer.
She was a beautiful girl, but loved other girls. She got kicked out of Washington State University for having an affair with a married professor the mother of three kids. Jack and Pete were playing college baseball. Jack at Long Beach State (Dirtbags) and Pete was playing for perennial NAIA champion Lewis and Clark state in Lewiston, Idaho.
I drove up to Kingston Junior high school and ran four miles on the old cinder track. Not hard intervals really eight and half minute laps which took me two and a half hours. I knew she would be gone if I went home. I was dripping wet.
I fired up my rig, rolled down the windows in the front seat. I turn on and listened to alt rock station KEXP and they were playing Jelly Roll's song "Save Me" and I took the back way to the Indianola Country Store. I rolled in there about ten minutes later, it was just before noon, I got in line and ordered breakfast and dinner. Breakfast was three breakfast sandwiches built on an English muffin, pork sausage patty fried egg and lots of peanut butter. Dinner was two bologna sandwiches on pumpernickel rye, double bologna, cheddar cheese, horseradish yellow mustard and slices of butter pickles.
I chatted with Randy and Tina the son and daughter of my old friends who had retired five years ago. Soon everything was ready and I turned to go and it was Rob their dad and he grabbed my arm and said, "She's been at his house with his new wife. We've seen her there off and on for a month."
I sighed and said, "I'm done."
I went home and ate my breakfast sandwiches with most of a pot of coffee. I took a shower and pulled on some cut off sweats and a sweat shirt and got out an old novel by W.E.B. Griffin about the fight at Guadalcanal with the Marine Corp and Navy in August of 1942, just eight months after the attack on Pearl Harbor. As a WWII junkie it was correct as to what happened with all the intrigue involved with the United States Marine Corp and Evans Carlson.
I got lost in it, which is what I wanted to happen and at eight o'clock I got my bologna sandwiches out and buttered up the bread on the outside and fired up the larger burner on the gas range. I put a cast iron pan on and threw some more butter in the pan and let it turn brown and put both sandwiches in and put another pan on top of the sandwiches with a thirty two ounce can of tomatoes to weigh it down. I got a plate out and a Bodhisattva IPA. At three minutes I took the pan off the sandwiches and flipped them a spatula and table knife and put the pan back on top.
I turned the burner off, because the pan would retain the heat and I did not want to burn them. They were good and I took my time. I added some Fritos and ate slowly.
Hannah's first husband had left her and disappeared when he caught her cheating and CPS took her kids away as she had spiraled into prostitution and drugs.
Last summer, she had all this therapy and was still going to the therapist, supposedly she was a sexual addict. I was invited to her current therapy two years ago and the guy says, "Hannah is making so much progress and you're reaping all the rewards,
"Why on earth was he bullshitting me?
I smiled at him and said, "Can you give me five minutes, just me and you, "I smiled at Hannah and said, "Okay Honeybunch?"
She nodded yes and I saw her look at the therapist and nod again. She was fucking this guy, we had three young kids and I was not getting laid at all and she told me it was due to depression. I'm plenty big, thick and eight inches, but I knew he was bigger.
I did not take the depression remark as gospel.
Hannah left the room and I jerked my head towards him as I walked towards the other side of the room. I touched my lips with my finger hinting to be quiet and lured him on with my head and he got off his chair and walked towards the far wall.
When I was standing next to him I pivoted towards him and drove my fist into his nuts in a power uppercut. He stood there shaking and I grabbed his pants and pulled them down to his knees and sure enough, there was this pink, thick snake with an uncut head, almost twice as long as me and thicker. I put my lips next to his ear and said "Email her tomorrow and suggest that you think she's able to move on from counselling at this point. Are we clear?"
"If you insist on fucking her some more one way or another I'll get texts, maybe even some video. I still might do this. I know you have ethical standards you must uphold and you're a psychiatrist and a doctor, girlfriend or wife or both, fucking shame to lose your life for a skank like her, right?"
A few weeks later and she had not returned and I said fuck this to myself. I had been talking to myself quite a bit lately. I called up Ted Lerner a guy that had been involved with professionally as I was in the turn around business for failing companies, sometimes you need a guy that could find out shit.
He was a lawyer in good standing. He'd grown tired of the whole thing, building up a whole backlog of cases and billable hours and gradually built up a related firm that involved investigating principles in firms. Not a lot of divorce work really, Occasionally as part of a deal that was stuck, mostly due to some guy who chased and had screwed up a big deal by doing so.
I wanted something with a different route, but more of a scorched earth end point and a divorce. I gave them the name of the couple in Indianola, plus the psychiatrist from the year before. I thought the couple might be swingers and she had finagled a way to get a male partner to pretend to be her boyfriend or husband. Then destroy those people and divorce her and rub her face in it.
He asked for budget. I gave him a check for $20,000 and asked if this was enough to get started. He nodded yes.