In 'February Sucks', George Anderson asks the question; is it okay to have a one night stand with a celebrity and return to a marriage? Then, tries to answer it in the story. It is a very thought-provoking story, that for many of us is just too unrealistic. Jim is a complete doormat in the story and while he appears to be motivated by providing a stable environment for the children, his staying in the house would provide anything but a stable environment. Children are very observant, it is a basic human survival instinct for them. They would have seen the changes in mommy and daddy's behavior. The lack of intimacy, lack of conversation. The two children would have seen this as a hostile, unstable environment and immediately shown their distress by beginning to wet the bed or acting out at school. Jim, in suppressing his feelings, would have begun to suffer health issues as well, like migraines, muscle tension and gastrointestinal problems. He would have suffered psychologically as well, becoming hostile to other people, displacing his anger as he could not strike out at Asshole or Linda. He would have withdrawn himself and potentially been driven to the point of suicide. His work life would have suffered too and he would have either been forced to seek help through work or been fired. In extreme examples, he would have compartmentalized causing dissociative identity disorder, meaning multiple personalities. His children would have seen these changes and responded to protect themselves. Basic human nature.
Why Authors dogpile on popular stories? First, we were invited to do so by the Original Author. Next, we see it as a challenge. We read what others have written and think they have missed important plot points as I note above. For me, this story in particular pisses me off and I would have hurt someone if I had been Jim. But I have a different background and personality than is depicted in Jim. So, honestly the root issue is ego. Our ego is the reason that we make an effort to tackle these controversial stories here on Lit.
Link to George Anderson's Original Story https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks
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This story picks up at the end of George Anderson's Original Story - Just after the end of the Labor Day Party when LW reveals his manipulation of Jim and Linda by hiring Ellen to seduce Jim to get Linda to understand the pain Jim felt. Linda admits that she is happy that LW messed with them, so she understood how much she had hurt Jim. Jim appears to agree with Linda that things are better in word and appears to be happy with their living situation, ON THE SURFACE.
Warning - I put this in Loving Wives, so it will be found with the other "February Sucks" stories, however it does contain Anal scenes. So, if you are not a fan of Anal, skip over the sex scenes with Dee and Linda or don't bother reading this story.
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Jim
The level of disrespect I receive from Linda, LW and my so-called friends the last several months would have been too much for any normal person to handle. Anyone without a plan would have committed suicide at this point I am pretty sure, regardless of the children or lame effort of a traitorous wife to reconcile. I seriously thought of jumping off the roof of the hotel when I returned from Morrison's that night when Linda left with Marc. Fortunately, for me, I have a plan.
The funny thing about animals is that they are creatures of habit. Marc LaValliere is still hunting for married women in the same hunting grounds, Morrison's. I had started going to the gym at the end of February almost every evening, after the kids went to bed, to burn off the sexual frustration and anger. Between weightlifting, cardio and a basic martial arts class, I am in pretty good shape now. My gym just happens to be about 3/4 of a mile from Morrison's. The infamous club where Marc had begun his seduction of Linda that fateful night. It's a 24-hour gym with a key card entry, in and out, so I will have a pretty good alibi. There is a service door for the employees, that you can walk in and out of that requires no key card. It is often jimmied with a rock, so you can walk right back in. On my way to the gym, I drive by Morrison's and see that Asshole's car is there. I then spend about half an hour at the gym to establish my presence and then walk over to Morrison's and stand by the same back entrance that Marc and Linda had snuck out of that night and wait. I am never alone, I always have my can of pepper spray and a baseball bat with me. My route to and from the gym I have made sure is clear of security cameras from the surrounding buildings and businesses.
So, here I am Monday evening, Labor Day, in my ambush position, waiting for the predator to become prey.
The team had a pre-season game Sunday and Marc, I am sure, is out partying. He isn't looking at me as they make their way out the door. He is looking at yet another wife, judging by the huge wedding ring she is wearing. I spray them both in the face with pepper spray before they can get a good look at me.
They both start coughing and staggering around. I wind up with the bat, aim for the fences and swing. One of Marc's knees will never work again.
He screams and reaches around blindly to try to grab me as he hops around on one leg. I dance to the left and wind up and take out his other knee. He crumples to the ground and I am just overwhelmed with satisfaction, happy.
"Hey, bitch, you shouldn't fuck around on your husband!" I yell at the wife as she coughs. I hear the back doors open and run around the building.
I make my way back to the gym, dumping the bat in another dumpster along the way and work out at the gym for about 45 minutes. I make sure I'm seen by the cameras in the gym and I talk to the employees there, to ensure my flimsy alibi, if required.
I head home around midnight and crawl into bed with Linda. God, I hate her so much. She has done nothing but emasculate me these last several months. I can't wait to be rid of her.
Ever since I stepped back into our hotel room that night in February, my plan has always been to get my revenge on everyone involved. I had to act as though I had accepted Linda's utter betrayal, to lull her into a false sense of security as well as all the other idiots involved.
I am eventually able to get to sleep with a huge smile on my face. There is still a touch of adrenaline running through my veins from my attack on LaValliere.
I rarely buy a newspaper, but the next morning, the front page contains news of my crime. "Marc LaValliere Attacked outside Morrison's with Wife of another Patron" Perfect, I think. The husband will be the prime suspect, not me. And the article shows asshole for the scumbag he truly is with his fondness for bedding married women.
I get to work, late, with my designer coffee and place the article, face up, on the corner of my desk. You can't knock the smile off my face with a hammer.
Hardcore fans of the team make comments like, "It's really gonna hurt the team." I reply, "Fuck that guy." They know what he did to my marriage and I laugh at them. I'm never questioned by police. Too many angry husbands between February and September. This is why you wait to make your revenge.
I head home after work and Linda is upset. Of course, her boyfriend's career is over. Fuck that bitch.
"Did you hurt Marc?" She asks. I can't help, but smile.
"What if I did?" I ask. I am almost laughing at her discomfort. I think she believes she has been living with a total pussy and then to realize that I may be capable of such violence. I'm sure it is really freaking her out, but who cares.
"I, I think you should go talk to LW. You know in case the police question you." Linda suggests.
