A sad tale about a marriage that drifts away.
"Malaise," an unexplained feeling of being unwell. No not my body. For a 40-year-old guy, I am in pretty good shape. I run two miles each morning, except Sundays. I use my free weights three times a week and am somewhat careful about what I eat. I'm not lean and muscular like I was in college, but my 185 pounds fits my 6-foot frame reasonably well.
No, the malaise I refer to is what I'm feeling about my marriage. Our tenth-anniversary party was just last week. It went well, all our friends and family showed up at my brother's house for the poorly concealed "surprise" anniversary party.
My 7-year-old daughter, Becca, had co-conspired with her favorite aunt, Jill, to arrange the party. I suspect Lucy, my wife, had figured it out ahead of time because she got a new outfit, spray tan, and a mani-pedi two days before the party. And me? Well, I did take a shower that morning, so...
Becca is still the highlight of my marriage and the one thing that keeps me plugging along. Lucy, on the other hand, just seems to have lost interest in me. Don't get me wrong, she isn't bitchy with me. She doesn't actually deny me sex (hence no running on Sunday morning), but it feels like she does it just to get it done, like any other household chore.
I actually went online and looked up some self-help stuff about revitalizing a marriage. I did the usual: flowers, dinners out, surprise weekends away, a spa weekend for her and her bestie, and even a couple of pieces of jewelry. She was always gracious about each gesture, but not in any romantic sort of way.
A few weeks back, I gently asked her about her lack of enthusiasm and she was somewhat offended to hear I thought she had been less than enthusiastic about our marriage. She assured me she was still very much in love with me and reminded me we are no longer twenty-something.
It was a typical Sunday, - yes she let me fuck her this morning and I'm pretty sure she got off twice. Her preferred procedure is to have me go down on her, get her off, and then pound her until I bust a nut. It's pretty much the same thing every Sunday. This time I think she got off with me as I pounded into her, but that's a bit unusual.
In the past, I've suggested changes, 69, doggie, toys, bondage, and even anal, but none of it did much for her. I'm grateful she at least tried but saddened that she did not enjoy any of it. I suppose the problem could have been my lack of technique, but the only thing she said was, "Sorry, it's just not what I like."
I pushed my mower back into the garage just as my brother, Paul, pulled into my driveway. Lucy and Becca had gone shopping with Jill and I'd invited Paul over to watch a ball game. I got us a couple of beers and some chips and we settled in to watch the game.
In the past, we'd spend a lot of time yelling at the umps for terrible calls, but instant replay has proven those bastards are pretty good at their jobs, so we were mostly quietly watching.
Sometime during the third inning, I noticed my brother kind of staring at me. "What?"
"Something's bothering you, little brother, you've not been your usual happy-go-lucky self recently."
I picked at the label on my beer bottle for a moment as I hunted for the words I needed.
"You and Jill have been married for 12 years, is that right?"
"Thirteen actually, but what about it?"
"And she's happy, you're happy, right?"
"Dan, it's no secrete we went through some shit when she found out we couldn't have kids, but yeah, we're happy. Why? Is something going on with Becca?"
I hung my head, struggling to put my feelings into words.
"I don't know, not really. I just think something is off and she doesn't see it. She says everything is fine, but I just can't shake the feeling that something is wrong."
"Hmm, But you've talked to her about it, told her how you felt and all that shit?"
"Yeah, yeah, she seemed kinda offended when she realized I didn't think everything was perfect."
"Well, is she sick? She hasn't started through the change yet, she's too young."
"No, she's still regular as clockwork. I asked about it and her last check-up was great."
"Is it her job? Is she stressed out at work?"
"Fuck no, she loves her job, that's about all she talks about, except Becca."
Slowly Paul pulled a face and then began shaking his head. "No way she's fucking around?"
"What! What do you mean, you mean like at work? (He nodded) I, I, fuck! I never even considered that."
"Well, I'm sure it's not true, that's just not Lucy, she loves you and Becca, she'd never do something like that. No way, can't be true. ... Right?"
I just stared at my brother as my mind raced back through the last few years. Is it possible? Could that be why she is so disinterested because she has a lover, someone who provides all the excitement she needs? My stomach lurched when I pictured her in the arms of another man.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God."
"Whoa, whoa, Danny, don't let your imagination run away with you. Personally, I think there's no way she's messing with some other dude. You need to pull yourself together. If you really suspect it's possible, you'll need proof."
I nodded at him. "Yeah, but how could I do that? It would have to be at work, she wouldn't have time to do anything outside of work, she's always here with Becca and me."
"Okay, let's think about this. Does she still work at the law firm for that lady?"
"Alice Johansson, yes, she's still her PA and there are three male attorneys there too, but they're all pretty old guys."
"Hey, lots of old fucks like to chase after younger women and Lucy is still a looker."
"Yeah, I guess, but I just don't see any of them as that type. But, what do I do?"