Destroyed
It had been a busy five days, and a lot of miles driven. Twenty minutes after getting home I was sat on my deck in my favourite chair with a cup of dark nectar, while I contemplated what the Twins were doing with their first days of freedom. Miranda and I had just done the journey that made us empty nesters, the same journey that thousands of other parents were doing or had done in the last few days. I could guarantee that the rest of them couldn't feel as good as I did at that moment.
With Luke going to Georgia Tech, Atlanta had been our first destination. We were able to drop of the rental there as well meaning we weren't on a tandem drive any longer. Our daughter Kelly was delivered to Gainesville to become a Gator the following day while her parents travelled a few miles further east to Daytona Beach for a few days R&R. The following three days were filled with more sex than we had done at any point in our marriage up to then, Miranda had been insatiable. Having the kids when were only Eighteen meant we were only Thirty-six and our energy levels were still high. Lordy, Miranda had even blown me twice on our drive home as well as a quick stop in a deserted area of a truck stop were she proved she had forgotten to put on any underwear. I could honestly say that I had been drained of any bodily fluid.
While I was sat with my pleasant memories, Miranda had gone up to shower and freshen up. I was surprised when I heard blow dryer start, which only usually happened when she was getting ready for work or if she was getting ready to go out. A few minutes later I could hear her shoes pottering around in the kitchen another unusual sound as she would normally be in her rubber soled indoor shoes or bare feet. Before I could contemplate further on that point she called out to me.
"Alan, sweetie, can you come and sit with me for a minute. I need to have a quick chat with you."
Rising from my chair and carrying my empty mug I responded, "On my way darling."
Entering the kitchen I was shocked to see my wife sat at the table dressed in a fresh blouse and clean jeans looking as good as she'd always did. She had poured me a fresh mug of coffee and placed it across from where she was sat. I was puzzled as to what was going on so I sat in the chair she obviously wanted me to be sat at.
"What's going on Miri?" I asked taking a sip of the fresh brew.
"I'm leaving you Alan!" she answered in calm voice picking up a large manila envelope. "These are the divorce papers for you to get looked at and signed." She was talking but I had gone into shock, I was numb, I couldn't form any words. This had come out of nowhere! Miri carried on regardless, "It is all explained in the documentation. I'm not looking for anything from you. Anything I have left in the house is for you to do with as you please. All the savings and accounts have been split or paid up to date and I have cut up all the joint credit cards. I have notified anyone that needs it of my change of address. Anything else you can pass through my solicitor's. I have also put a restraining order in place as I want no further contact with you after I leave. I have a new number and email and all my old accounts have been closed. Please don't cause any problems with the kids by trying to get information from them as they are aware of what's happening and won't help you. The same goes for my parents. I know you are going to ask so I might as well tell you, I have been in a relationship with Dan for the last thirteen years so I'm hoping to make my work husband my real husband. I do love you Alan, it's just that I love Dan more. He has been patient long enough and deserves more commitment from me so this is it." Miranda had finished and was leaving the table walking towards the door picking up a small carry case that she had put by the door.
As she opened the front door I finally found my voice, "Why?"
Showing no emotion at all she looked me straight in the eye and said "Sandy Thompson." With that she closed the door behind her.
That was the last time I saw or spoke to Miranda for sixteen months.
Work Dad was Dan Roberts, someone I had considered a friend for the last eighteen years. Miri and Dan's wife, Laura, became close while going through pregnancy. Kindred spirits as they were close in age, Laura being twenty-two to Miri being eighteen. Their daughter Cassie was born the day after the twins meaning the two wives had adjourning beds. That initial friendship became such a closeness that they were inseparable which of course meant us husbands were pulled together. The two family's closeness soon looked like one family as each weekend we were at each other's houses, only living two blocks from each other was pretty convenient.
Before our "oops" moment that brought the twins into the world, Both Miri and I were college bound. Miri always wanted to study Business or Business Management whereas I had a partial Baseball scholarship with a Maths major but with no real direction. That all changed when the Miri told me she was pregnant and I dumped all my hopes and dreams to get a job. Our Parents were brilliant to both of us, a wedding was booked and arranged within two months. My parents had me very late in there thirties, thinking that they were always going to be childless, and gave me all the Love and support that a child could have. Miri had an older brother, ten years older, meaning that she really didn't have much of a sibling relationship. Tom had left for college before she turned eight and except a couple of flying visits never really returned. Unfortunately he died in an automobile accident a year after leaving college. This caused her parents to give her the same focus mine gave me. For a wedding present my parents gave me the deeds to the family home as they were going to move further south, with the plan to retire in the next few years.
I had found a job with a local insurance company in sales, I took to it like a duck to water. Salary was low but commission could bolster that to make almost double the initial salary. Just meant long hours, usually twelve hours a day and the occasional weekends. Miri got a part time job as a receptionist with her intent to still get her degree but doing the majority online. This is where her parents support became invaluable, when the twins were born they became our childcare and loved any excuse to have the grandkids.
It was three years later when the Sandy Thompson incident occurred. I had been named as the Salesman of the year for the North Carolina Region. Our small company had been bought by a nationwide outfit and believed in awarding success. As well as the $2500 bonus, I was given an all-expense paid three night trip to Washington where our head office was based. This would include a Gala dinner on the first night where the overall Salesman of the year would be determined and then two days to ourselves. For Miri and me it would be the first time away on our own without the twins and we were really looking forward to it. Two days prior to leaving, Luke started with Whooping Cough, Kelly started the next day. Unfortunately I had to attend so Miri kissed me goodbye on the Friday morning and insisted that I try and enjoy the next few days.
Arriving an hour or so before the Gala was due to start, I had time to register and let them that I didn't have a plus one with me. Showered and shaved, dressed in my rented tux I found my place at the table and found that I was placed next to a Sandy Thompson from our Little Rock Office. Whereas most people in attendance were in their late thirties or older. Sandy was a year older than my twenty one and was in her first full year in the company. Prior to this event I had only had a few beers in my life, here there was a free open bar. I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner. Then when the awards were announced I was shocked to find I had one salesman of the year. Presented with a Trophy and a cheque for $10k, when I arrived back at the table a bottle of Champagne had been sent over courtesy of the bosses. Honestly the rest of the night was blur from there until I woke at Five AM the following morning lying next to a gloriously naked Sandy Thompson. Scared shitless I was back in my room, packed and on the road home within twenty minutes.
Miri was certainly surprised to see me Four and a half hours later when I got home. She was certainly not very happy ten minutes later when I explained that I had got drunk and slept in another girl's bed. The only thing she asked me was what was the girls name and before I could explain anything more she told me she was going to parents for a couple of days. She packed a small bag and left the kids with me. For three days she wouldn't take my calls didn't want to see me. I went to work on the Tuesday after dropping the kids at the childcare we used and when I returned home she was there as if nothing ever happened. When I tried to talk to her she stopped me and told me if I ever mentioned it again she would take the kids and leave and would never return. That night we went to bed and she fucked me. There was no intimacy and feeling just ninety minutes of hard fucking. It took many months for the intimacy to return but it did eventually and true to her request the incident was never spoken about again.
