Girl's night out won't hurt.
My wife wants space.
I walked into the club and went to the dance floor. I saw a man kissing a woman and putting his hand up her dress at one of those curved tables. My wife was the woman.
The kiss was the death knell for my marriage. I took pictures with my phone. The man got up and demanded I give him the phone. When I refused, he swung at me and missed. I got him solid with a right-hand swing. I proceeded to kick his ass.
The bouncers from the club saved his bacon. They threw me out.
Tracie and I have been married fifteen good years. At least I thought they were good. My wife Tracie worked as a secretary in a large office. I was a plumber.
She is an attractive woman. Many times I have seen men make a move on her. Never have I seen her react positively to a man's flirtations. She is beautiful. Tracie is not the flirty, talkative type and listens to every word you say. She is earnest. That is what I love about her.
Tracie had been married once to an abusive husband. He wanted her to do what he expected. The marriage lasted six months.
Before marrying me, Tracie told me that we were equals. She did not want another boss. Tracie believes she is right, even when she's wrong. Tracie is also strong-willed and will fight to her last breath.
We date every Friday night, and I always look forward to it.
Tracie said, "Friday, I am going to a girl's night out."
I responded," Friday is our date night."
She responded, "Take me out Saturday night. The girls go out every Friday."
My first wife hooked up on a girl's night out, which was unacceptable to me. My angry reply was, "Forget it. I am not changing to Saturday night. Going out with the girls will destroy our marriage. If you do, I will see a lawyer."
Tracie was furious. "I am not your first wife. I will not cheat. I will go out with my girlfriends. You will not tell me what I cannot do."
She went out on Friday. We skipped date night.
I moved into the guest room.
I saw a lawyer on Monday. His advice was to accept it and have a PI check it out.
On Wednesday, I asked her out on a date Friday night. I said we could have dinner and dance like we usually do. We could return home and discuss a girl's night out. I then could make other plans. If Tracie did not reply by six pm Thursday, I would assume girl's night out was more important.
Tracie had mixed feelings about making up with me or going to a girl's night out Friday.
Common sense ruled, we went out on our date. Dinner was great. We drank some wine and danced.
When we reached home, we sat with some wine and talked.
I opened the discussion with, "Tracie, my first wife, met her lover at a girl's night out. When we talked about getting married, I mentioned that I disapproved of a girl's night out. You never said a word."
"Well, George, that was fifth-teen years ago. Times have changed. You should have gained enough trust in me by now to know I wouldn't cheat on you."
"That may be true for normal circumstances, but a girl's night out is not ordinary. It is not common for wives to dance with men other than their husbands when they are not there. To do it regularly every week is not acceptable to me. When you would do it for them with the rather than a date with your husband, it stinks to high heaven."
Tracie responded, "I only danced once, and I told you we could go out on Saturday. We can have dinner and dance and come home and make love."
George said, "I am not going to sit home every Friday and wonder what you are doing. If you go out on Fridays, our date is finished and making love is over. It is unacceptable. This Bullshit is familiar to me."
"Well, get used to it. I will not cheat on you l will go out every Friday. I will return sober before one am."
"I will divorce you. I won't wait until you are unfaithful. "
"You should have gained enough trust in me by now to know I wouldn't cheat on you."
"That may be true for normal circumstances, but a girls' night out is rather than a date with your husband stinks to high heaven."
Tracie responded, "Last Friday, I came home sober by eleven. We could go out on Saturday. We can have dinner and dance and come home and make love."
"I will divorce you. I won't wait until you are unfaithful. I will see a lawyer Monday."
"George, you are being ridiculous. I love you. I do want a divorce simply a night out every week. If you insist and file for a divorce, I will retaliate. I will tell Marie's husband about your date with her."
"The first week, you come home at eleven. Now you want one am. You will come later. You will dance with the same asshole all night. Then you will decide I will never find out and go to bed with him. Divorce me, and then screw all you want. I am a good husband. I want a faithful wife. If we have a problem, I will work to solve it. I know you do not believe I will leave you over this, but you're mistaken. Catching my first wife cheating was incredibly painful. If you love me, you will not do it. I will have to leave if Friday a girl's night out continues."
Tracie replied," I do not want a divorce. I do not want to commit adultery. I want some space. One night a week is nothing. I will never come home drunk or have sex while I am out. "
Tracie and I stopped communicating. I hired a PI and decided to see an old friend Marie whom I often asked for advice.
I met Marie in my early twenties, long before I was married. She was a beautiful Italian immigrant who was ten years older than me. Her husband owned a small store that sold milk, bread, a small number of groceries, and a soda fountain. She worked their store from six AM to 3 pm. Dominic worked from 3 pm to midnight.
The sink faucets were leaking, and her husband called to have them fixed.
It only took me a short while to repair the faucets. I sat and had coffee and pie. Marie and I had a long conversation. She was unhappy since the store required all work and no play.
I had made reservations for dinner. My date called and canceled going to with me. Marie said she hadn't had a restaurant meal in a long time. I asked her whether she would like to sit in for my date. She refused but said she regretted she could not go. If her husband found out, he would be furious. I suggested she meet me there and return alone. After Marie thought about it, she decided she could tell her spouse she met her mother at the restaurant
Marie said, "Every second of our evening was enjoyable, but I am a devout Catholic. My faith will not allow me to repeat it. I can only see you for dinner.
I was sitting at a table when Marie walked in. She was gorgeous, wearing an elegant black dress. Her face was enchanting. I had never seen her with makeup; she was lovely. I wore my only suit with a white shirt and tie. She let out a low whistle when she saw me.
We immediately got into a long friendly conversation. After drinks and dinner, we danced all the slow dances. It was the best date of my life.
Marie had to get home before her husband, so we left you when you stopped in the store. Please do not push the issue."
I replied, "You are the most wonderful person I have ever dated. I will do whatever you wish."
After that night, I would see her at the store about once a week. Marie asked me only to stop occasionally. She said, "It is tough for me to see you so often. When you leave, all I can think about is you."