As I drove to the Airport I did so with mixed emotions. I knew my wife might not return. Her flight was to board in less than two hours and she was going to Paris to live with her lover. How we had come to this point was not an easy thing to accept. I had not handled the whole thing as I may be should have?
I knew Myra had some interest in the man she had met from France. I also knew her interest was very high in the sexual area. But I didn't read the emotional level of her interest. When she told me he had ask her to go out to dinner with him I had seen her desire to go with him and I responded that I could see nothing wrong with the friendship.
She did not indicate a sexual interest in him yet. I knew this could come to be, but not right from the start. It is just not the way she reacts. But there is always a first. She did not react the first time she went out for dinner with him. But the second time she ended up in his bed. And two months later I was taking her to the airport on her way to Paris.
We had not made love since she told me she was going to Paris. Myra and I have been married for fourteen years. Not perfect years, but nearly perfect. Very good years and very happy times. She had dated five other men she found of interest. And she had enjoyed sex with all five. This was a first for our relationship. She had chosen to get involved emotionally with her lover.
We pulled up to the drop off area at the airport. I got out popped the trunk and set her three bags out on the curb. I looked up as I went back around to get back in my car.
"I will call when I get there."
I slipped into the front seat and drove away. I looked in the rear view mirror as I drove away I saw the stunned look on my wife's face watching me go out of site from her life. She had made a choice and I was finished with her. I filed divorce papers the next day to be served to her in Paris.
I never get pissed, ever. But I was pissed and not likely to get over it anytime soon. I had given Myra anything she wanted, anything. And now she wanted someone else. Or thought she did? So she could have him, or maybe more correctly he could have her.
A few days passed and the calls, e-mails, and text messages started. I ignored them all. She had been served.
I finally sent a simple e-mail. (I am giving you what you want.) An e-mail came back instantly. (I never said I wanted a divorce.)
You wanted to go to Paris to be with your lover. You have made your choice.
I had no answers after that and I ignored her. The paper were filed and the divorce would be final in 90 days. The first thirty days passed quickly. I heard nothing more from Myra. Then sixty days passed. Nothing was heard. We were rapidly coming up on the ninety day period and still Myra was silent.
I was very intent on just letting the divorce become final. I was very disappointed that my wife left our relationship and our country to go to a lover in France. I have been to France several times and for a country the USA has bailed out in not just one war but two. They can be very anti American.
That isn't to say I would have been very happy with Myra had she gone to a lover anywhere else either. I would not have been. As the date of our divorce came closer by the day I began to feel more and more relieved.
