Halloween 2022
As I watch this generation try and rewrite our history, I'm sure of one thing: It will be misspelled and have no punctuation.
Neil Young: "I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter. I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her. Any girl in the world could have easily known me better. She said, 'You're strange, but don't change', and I let her."
= = = =
Under normal circumstances, this would be a pretty erotic story I'm reading. Tonight I just can seem to get it up. The pictures aren't half bad. The woman has a shapely body. A perfectionist might say that her boobs are starting to sag, but that would really be nit-picking. The guy must be good at something because his cock is hardly worth talking about.
The sex was quick and to tell the truth the pictures painted her as if she was bored. You could see her jaw tightening as perhaps she was trying to squeeze her pussy. When your lover has a pencil dick that's necessary if you yourself want to have an orgasm. His eyes were closed, probably thinking of someone a little sexier than her.
Once they were done, well him anyway, they talked.
"I'm absolutely positive that this baby is yours. I just couldn't see having his kid. While hubby and I were having sex, I wore a diaphragm. Once I started showing, I've cut him off completely. He's such a nerd. I don't think he takes a shit without consulting Google."
"Why'd you marry him?"
"In the hopes that he'd turn out to be a good provider, which he is. I just can't take his shit any longer."
"So when are you planning on leaving him?"
"After the baby is born. His work insurance is too good to pass up. He won't like the name that I put on the birth certificate, but that's his problem."
"You going to try and get him to pay child support too?"
"Why not? Shit, our state could give a rat's ass who the real father is. If you're the husband when the oven door opens, ta-da, eighteen years of child support."
"Do you think you'll get the house too?"
"Damn straight! Plus utilities, cable, and alimony as long as you and I don't get married. Pretty cool shit, huh?"
"And with what he gives us, I might be able to spend more time working on my paintings. That lady at the art gallery is giving everyone glowing reports on my submissions."
"You are very talented with a paint brush, and other things too. Climb aboard lover boy."
There were more pictures, more conversation, and more disrespect, but the damage was done. I closed the private investigator's report. The woman is my soon to be ex-wife Colleen. The man is someone she works with, Robert 'Rocky' Hackett, who got his degree last year and immediately destroyed my marriage. Based on Colleen's comments, it appears that I was the only one who didn't realize that my marriage was a sham from the start.
+ + + +
My name is Marty Thomson. I'm wish I could say that I'm about as normal a guy as the world has ever seen, but that would be a lie.
Growing up in a dysfunctional family seems to have equipped me with a way to shelter my feelings. I can shut out the noise of whomever is bitching at me. I developed that skill as my mother became more of a shrew every day. Dad left when I was eight, and nobody seems to know why or want to spill their guts if they do know. According to my mother, he was a cheating scumbag. As mean and bitter as she is, I wouldn't have blamed him for abandoning his family.
No matter what I do, my mother can find fault with it. I tune her out, which aggravates her to no end.
When I met Colleen, she was a loving and caring person. Unfortunately for me, over time she began to imitate my mother. Since I allowed my mother to belittle me, Colleen thought she could be the dominant partner in our marriage. I've grown tired of it, and am looking for a way to end this joke of a marriage gracefully.
I'm twenty eight, married for six years to Colleen, and no longer wanting to start a family. Colleen is very interested in starting a family, but it will be with someone else. I'm not planning on sticking around. I've got a job lined up and will be leaving for the coast in a few weeks, without Colleen.
Colleen's family plan is well into the second trimester with her belly bulging nicely. Yes, I'm a heartless bastard. I'd agree with you if she was carrying my child. She used a diaphragm when we had sex, and claimed it must have failed. Our family is starting earlier than anticipated. My guess, and it's just a guess, is that she took out the diaphragm for her lover. Asswipe, aka Rocky Hackett, set his sights on Colleen the day he was hired.
Same old cliché. Rocky does this. Rocky loves how I do that. Rocky and I are working on a project together. And then crickets.
Rather that make wild accusations, I opted for the simplest solution. I planted a recorder in Colleen's car. One sided conversations can only tell you so much.
"Sure Saturday works." "No, he goes golfing around eight." "Ten it is then." "Okay lover, you just have to listen to your baby's heartbeat, it's so cool." "Maybe he'll kick for you." "Love you too."
I needed proof and wanted to avoid jail time. She needs to pay. He needs to pay. They weren't worth spending time behind bars though. This sucks big time. I hired an investigator, whose report I just read.
+ + + +
There is a three-day waiting period to purchase a gun. I waited and now it's loaded with bullets but I've decided it's my backup plan as the karma spirits have dealt me a winning hand.
Halloween is approaching with its big 'Zombie Walk' coming up at the fairgrounds. Colleen and some of her co-workers, decided to try for the team prize. They held planning meetings at our house. At the first meeting, rather than being ordered about like a servant, I fabricated a meaningless task and went shopping. Colleen was pissed as I think she wanted to impress her friends with how dominant she was. Didn't work for her, and I heard about it when I came back around midnight.
When told of the second meeting, I put our newly bought baby monitor on the bookcase and locked myself in the bedroom. Watching the monitor, Rocky and Colleen were acting like a married couple with the touches, flirting, and giggling.
I listened to their plans for how to dress, the make-up Rocky got from China, and the timeline of events. Rocky was planning on taking a horse trailer and equipping it with a large powerful black light. The intent was to make their glow in the dark make-up scary. The cheaters were giddy with their plans for how I was to be dressed and treated. Apparently I was to be 'captured' and secured with chains. Anything to make me look weak.
Although I wasn't recording this meeting, I jotted down some of the things they intended to use.
Entering the kitchen I stood silently near the case of beer while the planners mapped things out and plans were made for the third and final meeting.
After examining the make-up they intended to use, something from one of those pre-requisite college classes was trying to get my attention. You remember those from college. Why am I required to take this class? I'll never use a thing I learn from this professor. But now, in the back of my mind, a red flag was waving. I decided to do some research on the internet. I'm glad that I did. Colleen is correct in that I do thousands of Google searches when I'm on a mission.
I made my presence known at that final planning meeting.
When your wife is not sure whether to do something or not, the best way to sway her is to forbid one of her choices.
"Colleen, I firmly believe it's a bad idea to use that eye paint."
"Why? Didn't you look at the advertising photos? I've already done a test, and I looked awesome. My eyes will be red and yours will be yellow."
"I'm passing on both the eye paint and blood cream. I'm putting my foot down and forbidding you to use them."
That made her furious. How dare her dominated spouse stand up to her in front of her friends.
"Marty! DON"T YOU DARE TRY TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! I'm doing it whether you like it or not."
Can't say I didn't try.
+ + + +
