Another Came Home Early Story

After a near death experience in my kayak, I was heading home a day early to my wife, Jesse. This was supposed to be a two-day trip. Earlier in the day I had launched into a river I had never kayaked before. Common sense told me that the flow in the river was way higher than expected, probably due to the storms the prior week. Cancelling the launch meant I would have to spend the weekend with my wife who hardly spoke to me.

So, like a fool I launched. I immediately realized I was fucked. There were downed trees everywhere and I was taking a beating from the branches. After rounding a bend, the river shallowed and the pace picked up and then slammed me into a down oak tree on the next bend. I was stuck, wedged between the branches, and then the river sucked the kayak out from under me. I had time to watch $5,000 worth of camera equipment fall to the bottom of the river. My choice was to hold onto the branches or the kayak, I chose the kayak and floated downstream holding onto it instead of sitting in it. Eventually, I found a sand bar where I could pump the water out and continued my trip downstream to where my jeep was parked.

That was the first kayak disaster in almost 10 years of kayaking. My nerves were shot and after loading my gear I headed home.

It was early evening when I walked through our front door as my wife came down the steps dressed like a hooker. She wore a see-through top with no bra and a leather skirt that barely covered her pussy. I swear she had no panties on as I had a good view up her skirt while she was at the top of the steps.

"Where the fuck are you going dressed like that," I said.

"Who are you Jack, my mother. I'm going to a party at Ascension, don't wait up."

As she exited the house, a Lamborghini pulled up. As Jesse was stepping off the porch, I called her name. She turned around and I knew that would make a great shot on the ring cam. I told her to text me when she was on her way home. She laughed, got in the car and left.

Ascension was a famous nightclub in town, famous for the sports figures it attracted. It was also where a former football player and friend of mine hung out. I gave Jamar a call and asked him to keep an eye on Jesse.

The ring camera did get a good shot of Jesse. Her nipples were clearly on display and a good two inches of her ass were hanging below the hem of her skirt. My parents and I were never close. Once they moved to Europe, I barely saw them. Jesse's parents and I were very close and they became my parents too. I debated for a long time and finally sent the picture to them.

My mother-in-law, Jill, called me minutes later. I expected some push back but instead I was greeted with apologies.

"I'm assuming you're going to kick her slut ass out of your house."

"Yes Jill, I'm sorry. One of the reasons I went away this weekend was to decide my relationship with Jesse. We haven't gotten along in forever. We're less than roommates because at least they talk to each other. I had decided to seek a divorce. Ain't no doubt now."

"Don't beat yourself up Jack, Jesse was always a slut all through high school. We hoped she'd calm down in college, but she became more promiscuous. We hoped you were the answers to our prayers and believed she cut that shit out of her life. I guess maybe she did for a while. We'll be over in the morning to collect Jesse and her shit. Jack, we loved you and always will, whatever happens between you and Jesse, I pray that you will stay in our lives."

I was out cleaning the kayak and stowing my gear when I received the first text from Jamar. There was a picture of Jesse on the arm of some black guy. He had his hand under her skirt. Jamar said the guy was JD Armstrong who played for the Jaguars. He had a reputation for picking up white married women and then sending them back to their husband's well fucked and dripping his come out of their holes.

After finishing the kayak and taking a shower, I sat down with a bottle of scotch and watched some TV. Jamar sent me other pictures, but I didn't want to look. He sent me a text around midnight telling me they were leaving. That was my cue to head to bed.

There was knocking at my door around ten the next morning and I greeted my in-laws. They both gave me warm hugs. My father-in-law brought a jug of Dunkin donuts coffee and a box of donuts.

"I assumed you would be hitting the scotch pretty hard last night and thought some coffee might help," he said.

"Thanks Dad," I knew they loved when I called them mom and dad.

"Anything new from Jesse," Mom asked.

"My friend Jamar was watching her there last night; he sent me this picture. He sent others but I didn't feel like looking at them." I forwarded the picture to each of them.

"I know this guy," dad said. "He was pulling this shit when he was in Kansas City. The press got so bad they cut him. Didn't even try and trade him. Just cut him."

My in-laws went upstairs and started packing up Jesse's shit and putting it in the back of their car. The Lamborghini pulled up around noon. There was no doubt that Jesse wasn't wearing underwear. A fact her mother clearly noticed while her father covered his eyes.

Mom waited until Jesse was in the house before she unloaded on her, calling her a slut and a whore. Jesse was arguing it wasn't what she thought. Mom scooped up some come that was sliding down her leg and asked Jesse if we should believe it was mayonnaise.

"Jesse, most of your shit is already in my car. Do a quick check upstairs and see if there's anything else you need."

"This is my house and I'm not leaving," shouted Jesse.

I shouted, "Wrong, this is my house. I owned it before we were married and I'm throwing your cheating ass out. I was going to discuss divorce with you when I got home from my trip, but you've made that decision so much easier. I'll be seeing my lawyer tomorrow."

"Try and divorce me Jack, I'll take you to the cleaners," said Jesse.

"Jack, one of the most ruthless divorce lawyers in the state works for my firm. I'll call him and expect his call either tonight or in the morning," said Dad.

"What the fuck dad, you're going to help him divorce me?

"Not only that, but I'm also going to pay for it. Your mother and I both feel guilty because we didn't stop this marriage from happening. We knew Jack was too good a guy and that you would fuck him over sooner or later."

Mom dragged Jesse upstairs and came back down with an overnight bag. Dad was on the phone with his lawyer friend and set me up with a meeting first thing in the morning.

Dad was already out the door and Jesse was getting pushed out by her mother when Jesse turned around and said, "Last night wasn't the first night he fucked me, but it was the best, so much better than you and..."

I am not sure what Jesse was going to say but before she got it out her mother slapped her so hard Jesse fell on her back with her legs in the air. Come was leaking out of her pussy and ass and both looked like they had taken a beating. Using a handful of Jesse's hair, Mom dragged Jesse over to the car, kicking and screaming, and then tossed her into the back seat.

The meeting with the lawyer went well. Jesse and I had only been married for three years so most of the assets were accrued before we married. I had owned the house outright before we were married and had been hiding money. Jesse's parents had insisted that we sign a prenup regarding adultery. I thought it was to protect their daughter; I realized it protected me from their daughter.

Jesse would be served on Wednesday at her work. Things were quiet until then. After being served in front of her co-workers, Jesse blew up. She was screaming at me that my little ego was hurt, that she had found a better man and didn't care if I divorced her. Her co-worker called me later to tell me their boss was highly offended at Jesse's outburst and suspended her without pay.

Jamar asked me to meet him for lunch the next day and I offered to pay. He told me that Jesse was showing up at Ascension every night looking for her lover JD Armstrong. It seams he ghosted her and that he was in San Francisco for a game. Jesse didn't understand that JD was a one and done kind of asshole and thought they had something special together. He had seen dozens of married women be fooled the same way. I thanked Jamar and asked him to keep me updated.

I wanted to say I didn't care, but I felt sorry for Jesse. I checked with her parents; they were running out of patience with her belligerence.

"That's the same way she's been treating me for months," I told them. "I could never figure out why and that's why I was going to talk to her about a divorce before her night with JD. Maybe she needs a psychiatrist I suggested."

Jesse called me on Friday and told me she was sorry about everything and asked if we could talk. I asked if she had retained a lawyer yet. She said no. I said she should retain a lawyer, and we can meet with our lawyers present. Jesse went nuts, screaming and yelling. I was smart enough to record the phone call as she insulted me, her parents, her so-called friends and JD. I started blocking her call during the day so I could get work done. At night I would listen to her voice mails and was convinced she had lost her mind.

I discussed her mental state with her parents and forwarded the voice mails. They were thinking about having her committed.

The weekend was quiet, I don't know what Jesse was doing but I was thankful that she wasn't harassing me. The weekend made me feel lonely in my house. Curiosity got the better of me and I called my mother-in-law. She said Jesse had locked herself in her room and barely came out. She still wasn't working, and she hadn't eaten in days. My father-in-law was trying to navigate the legal system to get her some help. She thanked me for caring.

On the following Friday evening, Jamar called me to say Jesse was back at Ascension. She was looking for JD who was in Dallas for a game this weekend. She found somebody else to hang onto, but she was really trying to find JD. He thought she was going to head to Dallas if she could find where he was staying. My mother-in-law called me to tell me the same thing.

Jamar also told me that the reason Kansas cut JD was because a band of season ticket holders had organized a boycott, and they were receiving several lawsuits every day. Rumor has it that people in Jacksonville started the same boycott and the Jaguars were going to keep him benched for the foreseeable future.

Jamar called me Saturday night. Jesse had made a scene in Ascension, and they kicked her out. She was standing in the back of someone's pickup truck screaming at people. He asked me if she had a gun. I told him I would be right there. I called my father-in-law on the way and asked where his gun was, I got an 'oh shit." He and his wife were on their way to Ascension.

The parking lot was a zoo. The club was normally packed on a Saturday night and there was a big crowd in the parking lot listening to Jesse rant. She had a little purse in her hand that she was waving around. She was almost naked which probably helped draw some attention.

I was finally able to get closer to the pick-up truck with Jamar's help.

"What are you doing Jesse," I shouted.

She looked at me in shock, "Fuck you Jack, fuck you."

But it took some of the edge off and she leaned back against the cab of the truck. Unfortunately, that pulled her skirt up and she was flashing her pussy to the crowd which pushed in to get a better look. The police arrived, I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Jamar spoke to them, and they pushed the crowd back giving Jesse and I a chance to talk.

"Come on Jesse, talk to me. What are you doing?"

"He dumped me, Jack. I gave up everything for him, my husband, my home, my family and friends. He told me I was stupid to think this was anything more than a one-night stand. I don't even have a job anymore. Time to hit the reset button."

She started crying and reaching into her purse. "Don't do that Jesse, how could we reconcile if you hit the reset button."

She paused, looking at me. "And if you pull out a gun, you'll end up in jail and won't be able to come home."

"What home Jack?"

"Our home Jesse."

Jesse was staring at me, "why Jack, why would you let me come home?"

"Because I love you, Jesse."

She started crying more, "You love me that much Jack, to take me back after all I did to you?"

"Yes, Jesse I do. Come on, let me help you down from there."

Jesse just stood there, staring at me, occasionally looking at over the crowd. She was still toying with her purse. The outline of the gun was clearly visible.

"We could come back from this Jack, you promise?"

"Yes Jesse, I promise."

She walked over to me and handed me her purse which I quickly handed to Jamar. I was helping Jesse down from the truck and lost track of the purse. We held each other and the crowd cheered. With the in-laws' help, I was able to get Jesse to my car and we drove home. The in-laws swung by their house to pick up some clothes for Jesse.

When we got home, I helped Jesse get in the shower thinking that would help her. She stood under the water, almost like a zombie, so I started to leave.

"Don't leave me Jack, please don't ever leave me again."

So, I stayed, I helped wash her hair and her body, trying hard to keep it plutonic. By the time we were done, her mother was there with fresh clothes. I dried her off, helped her get dressed and led her down to the kitchen. She sat next to me at the table, squeezing my hand. We sat around the table, drinking some brandy, trying to calm our nerves. Nobody said much.

Jesse started nodding off and I suggested she go to bed.

"Whose bed Jack?'

"Our bed Jesse."

"Will you sleep with me, not just sleep in the same bed, but spoon me?"

"Of course, Jesse"

I led Jesse up to our room and could hear her mother crying as we walked away. After getting Jesse situated, I headed back downstairs. My mother-in-law grabbed me into a bear hug and cried on my shoulder. Her husband's eyes were also watery.

"We always thought you were a good guy Jack, but we didn't realize how good. You saved our daughter's life tonight. We are so grateful," she said.

We sat down and discussed next steps, announcing she was going to commit suicide and obtained a gun to do so would be grounds to have her committed. The problem would be getting Jesse to agree to it some way.

It felt weird climbing into bed with Jesse. As promised, I spooned her, she grabbed my hand and kissed it, muttering something about 'my Jack.' I got up for my normal 3:30 am pee and she started hollering my name.

"I just got up to pee Jesse."

"Ok, I'm sorry, I thought you left me."

As I got back in bed I said, "I'm not going to leave you Jesse." I was laying on my back and she put her head on my shoulder and fell back to sleep.

In the morning, I let her know I was going to start breakfast, and she asked for pancakes. Her parents smelled the coffee and came down a short time later followed by Jesse. After we were done, it was time for a serious talk with Jesse. She had been so bipolar over the last few months I had no idea how this was going to end. Her parents felt it was best for me to lead the discussion.

"Jesse, you parents and I have been talking and we think its best, to help us reconcile and to move forward that we get you some help."

There was a flash of the woman who left to be with JD that night, and the woman who came home the next morning that scared me. And then her face relaxed.

"I know Jack, my parents want to have me committed."

"That's not completely true Jesse," said her dad, "I've spoken to some doctors and none of us around this table are qualified. There's a place we want to take you, a place where there are the doctors that can evaluate you."

There were tears coming out of her eyes, "Will you be there for me Jack when they let me out?"

"I love you Jesse, I promise I'll be there when you get out and whenever they'll let me in to see you." I reached over and kissed her. She held onto me tight."

"Ok," she said, "when do we leave?"

On the car ride to the clinic, Jesse was like a skittish cat. Sitting in the back seat, I held her close, and she buried her head in my shoulder. I could feel her periodically crying. The clinic looked more like a four-star resort. The nurses took Jesse inside and her dad and I filled out some paperwork and we waited for the results of a preliminary screening.

The doctor said, "I'll be frank. There isn't any good news. We'll save the worst for last. The easiest part is the three STD's she has which are all easily treatable. Her blood chemistry is completely out of whack. That is also treatable, the challenge will be finding the right type of drugs to work. Now for the bad news, Jesse has some type of growth on her brain in the area between what we would call rational thought and impulse behavior. I don't think it's cancerous but the only way to really know is to go in and do a biopsy. The growth is relatively small, so we'll try and remove the whole thing while we're in there. I'm lining up a surgeon right now, so I think we're looking at Tuesday, unless you folks have a different thought."

Jesse's parents were sobbing in each other's arms. Her father looked at me and nodded. I gave the doctor the go ahead.

We went in to see Jesse, she was lying in a hospital bed. Tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

"The doctor's spoke to me," she said. "I agreed to the surgery."

"Why are you smiling Jesse," asked her mother.

Jesse grabbed my hand and kissed it, "I was so horrible to this wonderful man, I couldn't have been worse. I was worried that was the person I had become. Jack may have forgiven me this time but what about next time. If this tumor or growth is the cause, then its removal is the cure. I have hope that I won't fuck this guy over again and right now that is the most important thing for me."

On Monday I went in and talked to my boss. I hadn't worked for him long and our relationship was a little rough. I gave him the short story.

"Jack, we don't know each other well but let me assure you, I strongly believe our families are way more important than this Company ever will be. Take all the time you need to take care of your wife, and please if there's anything you need do not hesitate to call me. And please let us know how things work out tomorrow."

Monday evening was spent with Jesse, she was in unusually good spirits. I think her parents and I were more nervous than she was. They kicked us out at 10:00. We drove home and got ready to head back to the hospital for 6:00 am surgery. Then the hard part, sitting around, waiting to hear from the surgeon. I felt jealous watching Jesse's parents. They were so in sync with each other since this thing began. Anticipating each other's needs, ready to hug when needed. I hoped that someday Jesse and I would be like that.

Finally, a nurse called us into a conference room telling us the doctor would be right with us. Jesse's mom sat between me and her husband and held our hands. The doctor came in and had a slight smile on his face. You could feel the tension leave us.

"I'm glad I have better news this time," he began. "The tumor was benign, and it was in an easy spot, so we were able to get all of it. We can already see her blood chemistry beginning to return to normal levels. I don't anticipate any problems. She'll be in recovery but probably won't be awake for another hour or two. Its always a good day when you win one."

All of us were crying, we thanked the doctor, we hugged, we cried some more. I gave her parents some time to be alone and headed to the cafeteria. I made some phone calls to let people know. Jamar let me know I needed to get the gun from him. For some legal reason he wasn't allowed to be in possession of a firearm.