Introduction
My name is Faye Moore, I am twenty eight and married with two kids. I was married for eight years to Dave, my ex-husband. I am attractive not stunning with a 34-26-36 with blond hair (usually in a ponytail) and blue eyes. I try to go to the gym at least three to four times a week to stay in shape. It is my one refuge from work or home these past few years. I started going after my friend from work Sally encouraged me to join her when I complained about having gained weight after the birth of the kids. Sally is just a few years younger than me and goes five days a week and is serious about her fitness. This is my story of the last three years from the end of my marriage to the beginning of a new chapter of my life.
2022
Dave works hard, has a well-paying job as a supermarket area manager, which means he is on the road a lot. He has six stores to look after and puts in a lot of hours and usually stays overnight at least two nights a week. When he's off he likes to relax and watch football, plays golf and tinkers with old cars. I have been a good loyal wife and mother and always tried put my family first, but over the last few years I feel that I have been let down by Dave. This made me feel depressed about how my life had turned out. On different occasions, I had tried to get him to sit and discuss our problems, even go to counselling, only for him to brush it off. In my own way I still loved Dave, but I found my anger and resentment growing. We had been childhood sweethearts and got married straight after college, probably in hindsight way to young.
As I had said I was expressing my dissatisfaction with our marriage; and what I had envisioned it would be. Our children are good kids, a bit demanding and high energy but I love them dearly. But from the time they were born I have been the main care giver even though I work four days a week (IRS). I look after the home and bring in a wage. Dave is from a long line of men who believe that once they bring in a wage that's were there duties end. I remember on one occasion going to a friend's father's funeral and was gone for two nights. When I returned, the house was a mess, no dishes done, empty takeout boxes on counter tops, the bins were full, no washing done and the kids had to make up their own lunches. That was two years ago and when I gave out to him for it, he pointed out me that it was my job to look after the house not his.
As you can imagine things deteriorated after that. Shortly after we got married, Dave got a job with supermarket chain and had enrolled in their management program, quickly rising through their ranks. We had to move for Dave's job and were unable to have any friends or family to watch our children when they were very young. This put an extra burden on me and led me to have some regrets about my job which due to my four day week and my commitments at home, I was not able to avail of the opportunities that arose to get a promotion. I had expressed my concerns to Dave at different times over the last few years. He would always try to play it down by saying things will get better. The last straw was when he cancelled at the last minute our plans to attend an old college friend's wedding, telling me something had come up at work and it was off the upmost of importance that he looks after it.
He didn't go, so I got Sally to come as my plus one. My parents came and stayed to look after our kids while I went with Sally in her car. It was funny turning up with Sally as those that didn't know me thought we were a couple. We shared the room that I had booked for Dave and I and Sally kind of gives off "I am lesbian vibe" which she is but there is no mistaking it. As I said she is fit, attractive, with some tattoos, a piercing and shaved blond hair. She even wore a rather nice black dress suit just in case anyone doubted it. Thank god she did come; she has been a shoulder for me to cry on these last few years. She is so positive and always listens without ever once criticizing Dave. Well that was until the night of the wedding reception when we both had too much to drink.
"What am I going to do with Dave?" I said out loud as we sat at the bar.
"I think the time has come for you to give him an ultimatum or accept it and go on being miserable," she replied looking at me in a matter of fact way.
"What?"
"You heard me. I love you Faye, you are my best friend. Dave doesn't deserve you; you are way too good for him. You work hard both at work and at home. You have made tremendous sacrifice for Dave and your family. He should be on his knees thanking you for all that you have done. He has taken your love and support for granted and from what you have told me over the last couple of years it doesn't seem like he's going to change. I'm sorry sweetie, I really am, I don't mean to be such a bitch but I have held my tongue long enough. You deserve better, you really do," Sally said as she got up and went to the bathroom.
I was taken aback by what she had said, and mulled over my drink for a bit. The anger I felt wasn't at Sally as I knew she was right but at myself for slowly giving in to Dave over every major decision that has affected our lives. From moving away from my home town, to taking a job that I was over qualified for so I could work part time. Giving up all my dreams of a career and even buying a big house that we didn't need at the time. I felt so stupid; I knew Dave wasn't going to change. He was just like his own father, domineering, was always right, and could never admit when he was wrong. He would always find a way of turning it back on me and blame it on my failings.
Just then Sally arrived back waving a white handkerchief "I come in peace," Sally said smiling.
I laughed then broke down crying. Sally sat next to me and hugged me, consoling me and didn't say a word. She just let me cry giving me her handkerchief for my tears until I was ready to talk.
"Thank you," I said through my tears.
"What for" She asked.
"For being my friend, being there for me these last few years and for being honest with me," I replied.
"Faye, I meant it, I love you, not in a physical sexual way but you are the closest thing I have to a sister. You have always looked out for me at work, took me under your wing, showed me the ropes and covered for me when I made mistakes. You are gorgeous, funny and so honest and empathetic," Sally said.
"Look, you just don't give yourself enough credit and you have allowed Dave to dampen your spirit. God the number of guys and girls who have asked me if you were available, were you my girlfriend, were you bisexual or a lesbian, could they get your number. I just think you could do better and you deserve better," she said.
"What are you on about?"
"Just what I said, look at Janine, she always time her sessions at the gym for when you do yours and a number of the guys have asked me about my hot friend. They are always checking you out; I know this as I have spotted it even though you haven't as you are oblivious to it. Also My friend Latisha has a major crush on you," Sally said laughing at my astonishment.
"I didn't know and I am surprised at Latisha, she's never spoken to me and Janine is drop dead gorgeous. How could she ever be interested in a married woman with two kids? She could have her pick of women and what do you mean I'm not your type?" I asked laughing.
"No offence sweetie, I like big buxom babes, I'm a tits and ass gal. A nice 38-30-38 or bigger is fine by me. I like something to hold on too," she said laughing.
"I have a lot of thinking to do, well actually I don't have to think much about it, and I know what's wrong with my marriage and what has to be done to correct it. If I can't repair it or get Dave to agree to come on board with me then I'll have to consider moving on without him," I said out loud.
"You have to do something, I mean you have told me that your sex life is dull and there is no spontaneity. Your twenty eight not sixty eight, there's more to life, Christ the only orgasm you are having are when you look after your own needs", Sally said.
"That's true; I have taken to watching some porn to help me get off," I replied.
"What, you never told me this," she said.
"Well it's not something I like to admit," I told her blushing.
