Conversations
Way
This story is based on hundreds of different cheating wife stories. Choose your favorite. This story is the aftermath of one of those stories.
By the WAY, editors don't grow on trees. I know I suck at conversational writing. Ok, ok. I suck as a writer.
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Lauri came flying out of the house, storming toward her ex-husband. She wasn't sure if he could hear her yelling over the noise, but before this day was over, she had made up her mind he would hear her out.
David purposely ignored her request that he stop until she stormed around him, standing in front of his self-propelled Toro lawn mower with her arms crossed, daring him to run into her.
He knew damn well if he even bumped with the mower, she would have his ass rang up domestic abuse charges. Dropping his shoulders, he knew this day would eventually come, so he finally decided to give her her wish.
Releasing the run lever on the handle, the mower slowly spun to a stop. Removing his ear protectors, he turned to look at the face he came to despise.
Wiping the beads of sweat and dirt from his face, he sighed and asked, "What do you want this time?"
"I was hoping you could spend more time with the kids. They miss you, and so do I," she said with a hopeful smile.
Shaking his head even before, he stated, "There's no way I can spend more time with them. You know damn well I had to pick up a third job. I told you about it two months ago. And now I can't quit."
"What do you mean you can't quit your third job?" She asked with surprise.
She knew damn well why. But he would humor her anyway, "As soon as the courts learned about my third job because of your lawyer, they increased my child support. By the way, who told him?" Looking at her with a scowl.
"I'm not sorry, David. He said I deserved it."
"I got you something you truly deserve, you bitch," he thought to himself. "A 45 slug between the eyes."
"Lauri, my problem is that I don't have the money to pay the lawyer to return to court if I do quit the job. And because of the system works, I can't leave; I will have to continue working every weekend for the foreseeable future. I'm stuck with it now.
"Once I was ordered to pay more support based on my readjusted total income, it won't change until I can petition the court for relief. So, thanks to you, I am scheduled to work for the entire month, every month, until my vacation with the kids. And then it starts again.
"Before asking why I took the third job in the first place, it was because of all the alimony, child support, and paying for your house. I was broke all the time, and I ate once a day. So, I decided to take a third job because I needed extra money to pay for a larger apartment, so the kids had a place to sleep when I had them over for my weekend. And it is really nice to eat twice a day.
Sarcastically, he continued, "I'm sure you didn't want the kids staying in the hood while spending their weekends with me. My new place is not the greatest, but they love the pool, the people are friendly, and we watch out for everyone's kids.
"If cable hadn't been included in the rent, I wouldn't have the TV for them to watch. And I can't afford high-speed internet for Netflix or Disney, but we have a great time playing board games for hours.
"Looking at her with a cocked head, David wanted to get in a little dig in, "I'm glad you brought it up, Lauri; they complain to me you're the one that never seems to have time for them. Because you're too busy going out with your sister and her two slutty friends.
"And from the things they casually bring up, it pisses you off when the sluts call you to go out with them, and you take it out on the kids because you are stuck at home with them.
"Lauri, I can't spend more time with them because I have very little wiggle room in my budget. I hate it, but you'll just have to live with it.
She sighed, "Listen, David, I'm unhappy because it doesn't have to be this way. I know I fucked up, but I want you home."
He chucked, "I don't understand. You're still unhappy. Why are you sad, Lauri? You got everything you wanted. You got your one time with a big dick, the date you wanted. Then you got everything you said you'd get if I divorced you. So, there is no way I could make you any happier with my little five-and-a-half inches.
