I rolled out of bed, put my feet on the floor, I hate to get up and face another miserable day. Why am I miserable, you tell me. My name is Jeff Landers, I have been married to Emily for over ten years now. For the most part, very enjoyable, but the last two years not so much.
Emily was the kind of girl many young men chased after, but she chose me. She is sexy, bright, fantastic personality and a great body. Emily was mugged two years ago, and she has been into counseling ever since. Our sex life slowed to a trickle, then stopped completely. We don't even kiss or cuddle anymore. I had no Idea a mugging could affect you that way. It's like she has left me but is still here.
She goes to counseling two nights a week and is set to go on a weekend confidence building retreat. I asked if I could go on the retreat and was told of course not, it was for victims. Well, I was feeling like a victim, My tolerance for pain had just about reached its limit. I had gone to a lawyer and had some separation papers drawn up. When I got home, I showed her the papers and asked her to sign. "Why" she asked.
"Because you haven't been a wife for two years, you're addicted to counseling, cancel the retreat, and we can talk about it this weekend."
She got downright nasty, "There is no way I'm missing that retreat."
Emily left Friday night. Saturday afternoon I decided to drive up to the retreat just out of curiosity. I was surprised when I got there, only three cars parked outside, I found that a little odd. I tried the door, twisting the handle, but when I pushed on it was unlatched and swung open. I wondered around and heard the distinct sound of a woman in the heat of passion. When I located the source of the sound, I saw my wife being made airtight by her counselor and two of his friends. They were so into it, they didn't even notice me. I managed to get some great video and pictures on my phone.
Surprising enough, I wasn't hurt or angry about what I was watching. I had ceased to care about her some time ago, I left quietly and drove home to do some planning. I expected her home Sunday evening but received an IM telling she wouldn't get home till Monday.
I took Monday off from work, I went to see a travel agent, I had plenty of vacation time, so I scheduled a week in Aruba. Emily arrived home late Monday, I didn't bother asking her any questions, I knew all I would get were more lies. When she came in, I already had my bags packed, sitting by the front door.
"Why are the bags here, Jeff?"
"I'm leaving for Aruba in the morning."
"Jeff, you know, I'm not up to vacationing."
"You weren't listening, dear, I'm leaving for Aruba in the morning."
"By yourself?"
"Yes dear."
