I would like to thank Wolf Vixen for her help in catching my errors and making this story easier to read. Some of you will like it, but more will probably hate it because of the ending. So sit back with a beverage and get ready to be amused, angered and probably relieved this didn't happen to you.
We had just dropped off our kids at my parent's house and were now heading towards the Canaveral Sea Shore port on the East coast of Florida. You see for Christmas last year, her parents had given us a gift of a seven-day Caribbean cruise and we had scheduled it for the first week of May. I was sipping on a cup of coffee when my wife Ann spoke up breaking the ice.
"Well Tim, how long have you been screwing Kathy?" she asked.
"Started just after I found out about you and Roger," I replied still keeping my eyes on the road.
"I figured you must have found out because you haven't touched me or made any advances towards me in the last couple of months," she said with an edge in her voice.
"What's the point? You'd probably just turn me down like always and if you did decide to grace me with your body, I probably wouldn't have been able to perform anyway thinking about getting Roger's seconds."
"You never got Roger's seconds," she snapped back.
"Well it doesn't make any difference because I'm getting all I can handle now anyway," I said with a stupid smirk on my face. "I thought about bowing out and giving up my ticket so you and Roger could sail off into the sunset, but thought, screw you. I earned this trip as much as you," I replied now getting a little angry.
"You couldn't have done that anyway. Since 9-11, it takes a couple of weeks to switch tickets and besides, I broke it off with Roger over two months ago," she told me.
"Is that supposed to make a difference to me?" I asked.
"Just thought you'd like to know Tim."
"Ann, I want to know nothing about you and your fuck buddy Roger or anyone else. I don't give a shit what or with whom you do anything with any more. I'm going to have seven days of rest and relaxation with or without you," I told her.
"No problem, I'll make sure to stay out of your way," she said now looking out the side window.
How did we get to this point in our marriage? I think we kind of got into a rut with work, the kids and took each other for granted. We were more concerned about surviving the day-to-day grind that we lost track of each other. I made more than a few stupid statements and did something really dumb, but Ann was the first one who took it to the next level. I followed her example, but I guess two wrongs don't make a right and now we're at the point of calling it quits.
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There are two things you just don't tell a wife, girl friend or any woman on the planet. Number one, "that she's lost her shape and isn't as sexy as she once was." Second, "that she couldn't pickup any man she tried to."
Ann gave birth to our three kids in a matter of five years. All the baby weight didn't completely go away and she was carrying about forty-five to fifty extra pounds. Don't get me wrong, I still loved her to death, but I guess I wasn't as supportive as I should have been and some times I nagged her about her weight. Hell I'd gained about ten to twelve pounds myself since we got married, but Ann never said a thing.
Things started going sour just after the first of the year. We were going to go to dinner with a group of business associates and friends. Ann was having trouble getting into one of her dresses and yelled at me to give her a hand.
"Tim help me zip up the back will you?" she asked.
With some difficulty I finally got the zipper all the way up, but the dress was way too tight. It didn't say it looked painted on, but you could see every wrinkle if you know what I mean.
"If you lost a few pounds it would fit a lot better," was my first stupid statement of the evening as Ann now glared at me. "Don't give me that look, I didn't tell you to gain all that weight over the holidays," I came back with. Stupid statement number two went over like a lead balloon.
"Maybe I should just stay home so you won't be embarrassed to be seen with me," Ann replied.
"I'm just kidding babes. You look great," I said unsuccessfully trying to get out of this one.
"Let's just go and get this over with," she said grabbing her purse and walking out the door.
Dinner was a huge disaster. Ann ate very little and drank way too much. After the meal the band started playing and all she wanted to do was dance. I danced a few slow songs, but with two left feet, I soon hit my limit but not Ann. She was going strong all night and must have spent a good two hours on the floor. My only problem with the whole situation was that she was getting hammered and strange guys were putting their hands all over her body. Finally I'd had enough and pulled her back to the table.
"You need to sit down for awhile and ease up on the drinks," I told her. When a young guy walked over and asked her to dance she said yes and I said no way.
"You've danced enough for tonight," I told her as a few people looked on.
"Oh I'm sorry Tim, am I embarrassing you?" she said more than a little too loudly. "I guess that since you think I look like a fat cow everyone else does too. Well I've been told tonight that I look pretty good for a woman who's had three kids even if you don't think so. So, if I want to dance God damn it I'm going to dance," she yelled out.
"Ann sit down, you're making a fool of yourself," I said grabbing her by the arm.
Well, when she spun around to get away my hand slipped off her arm and onto the top of her dress. When she tried to pull away, it ripped. Let me rephrase that, it split almost down to her navel as I hung on to it.
I was embarrassed but she was mortified. It was bad enough that her dress had ripped, but Ann wasn't wearing a bra and now her breasts were both out there for the world to see. She screamed and tried to cover herself as I took my jacket off and threw it over her shoulders. She bolted for the ladies room with her best friend Pam in hot pursuit, as I stood there in shock with a stunned look on my face. I picked up her purse and the rest of our items from the table and headed out towards the ladies room.
She was in there for about fifteen minutes before finally coming out. Her eyes were red, her make up was a mess and steam was coming out of her ears.
"If you didn't want me to come tonight, you should have just said so. I'll never forgive you for what you did to me out there tonight," she now yelled at me.
"Ann you were drunk and letting everyone feel you up on the dance floor. I didn't embarrass you, Ann you embarrassed yourself. Act your age for Christ's sakes," I yelled back at her.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Now came the last stupid statement of the night, but it was a dozy. "Ann you're a middle aged wife acting like a twenty year old tramp. Those guys tonight didn't want you, only what they could get off of you."
"In other words, you think I'm too fat and ugly for any man to want me; is that what you're saying Tim? Well fuck you. I know a dozen men who find me attractive and would love a roll in the sack with me," she now spit at me.
"In your dreams," I said and soon as it came out of my mouth I knew I'd made a huge mistake.
Ann slapped me across the face. "You asshole, at least now I know how you really feel about me Tim," Ann said in almost a dead calm voice. "Pam, will you give me a ride home? I wouldn't want my fat ass to sweat up his precious leather car seat," she said as she walked away.
"Ann," I called out but she wasn't listening to me anymore. Can you say stupid? Because that's how I now felt right now. I tried to apologies and get Ann to come with me but she wouldn't answer me any longer. "I think I'll let her calm down before I make her any madder," I thought to myself.
Ann left with Roger and Pam but she never came home that night. The kids and I had just come home from church when we found Ann upstairs moving all her stuff into the spare room.
"Where were you last night?" I asked.
"What do you care?" was her reply as she continued working. Without even looking at me she said, "If you must know, I spent the night at Pam and Rogers," as she continued hanging her clothes in the closet.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Since I'm such an embarrassment to you, I'm moving in here. I wouldn't want you getting sick and throwing up looking at me naked coming out of the shower now would I," she told me.
"Ann you're talking like a crazy woman," I said grabbing her arm.
"Get your hands off me!" she yelled as she pulled her arm back. "So now you think I'm crazy too. A fat, ugly, crazy bitch; you sure married a winner didn't you?"
There was no use arguing with her when she got in one of her moods, so I just went downstairs and piddled around in my workshop trying to stay away from her.
"Let her get it out of her system," I thought but it had now gone way beyond just a simple argument.
Dinner Sunday night was quiet to say the least. I tried to complement her on it but she just glared at me. After the dishes were done, Ann went upstairs and shut her door. I knocked a couple of times but got no response. About 10:00 I went up to my bedroom and slept alone for the second time in twelve years.
Cards, e-mails, phone calls did nothing to put her in a better mood. She would prepare dinner for the three of us and shortly there after she headed out to the gym for the next three hours. That's the way my life went for the next two weeks. We never kissed or even talked to one another except when it was absolutely necessary. Our sex life wasn't the greatest before but now it was non-existent.
"Do you want to fuck your whore?" she asked a week later.
I thought she was coming out of it but I was wrong. We did it in the dark and there was literally no kissing as she barely moved beneath me as I tried to get her off.
"What the hell was that?" I asked.
