Work, work, work, work All I did was work. I had just moved out and filed divorce papers to get rid of the fungus which was my soon to be ex-white husband.
I buried myself in work to get away from him. I was making great money and thought I had a nice bundle saved to take a nice vacation when I find out that my husband has been taking money out of my dresser drawers. He goes out a few times a week with the guys but I thought he was using his money. I went into my box of money that was mine - saved from my weekly allowance.
I would borrow from it from time to time but replaced it the next paycheck and added more. The girls and I went out once a month so I know I wasn't spending it.
I caught him one night as he thought I was in the kitchen as I followed him into our room and I saw him count out the money and help himself and stuffed it into his pocket. I confronted him and he told me that the money was his too because he contributes to my weekly allowance and I told him he gets his and I get mine and I've been saving.
He slapped me across the face and told me that I was wrong.
I told him to take it all if he felt that way and since I was on to him and his cheating ways as well, I told him "Go ahead, have an extra lap dance on me or better yet, get a room and get your rocks off" and I slammed the door.
I'm glad I didn't start cooking so I took my handbag and my keys and drove to this neighborhood bar about 2 blocks from our house. I was there once or twice before but it's been a while.
I made sure that I looked ok before I went in and then walked and sat down at the bar. I ordered my usual JD on the rocks and put a $100 bill on the bar. I didn't know if I should call my best friend and ask her to join me or just stay by myself. I didn't really want her there or any of my friends.
About a half an hour went by and a large black man sat next to me. He was one of the sexiest guys I have seen up close and personal. He ordered a Bud and a shot of JD. He turned and looked my way and said "Hello" and I responded back "Hello to you". I ordered myself another JD and I heard this man tell the bartender "Put her drinks on my tab". He introduced himself to me as Ty and I told him my name was Jean. I thanked him for the drink and told him it wasn't necessary for him to pick up my tab and he said he wanted to.
We talked about things and he stopped suddenly when he saw my wedding ring on my finger and was all full of apologizes and I told him not to worry that I was getting a divorce. I took off my ring and threw it in the trash. I didn't want any memories of that slime.
Ty was build like a teddy bear and had a dimple in his right cheek. He took my hand and asked me to dance and I did. He was so cuddly and soft. I thanked him for the dance and he bent down to reach my lips and we kissed. He stood about 6'6" and I was 5'2". He put his arm around me as we headed back to the bar. He asked me if I wanted to eat and maybe go somewhere else and I said sure.
I followed him with my car a town over to this great little place that I have passed but never gone into. They serve a little bit of everything and I heard that their pastas and homemade sauces were to die for. I got penne with vodka sauce and a salad and he got a porterhouse steak and baked potato with corn on the cob. We had another drink and then while we waited for our food we danced again.