Nobody under eighteen. No sex in this short story, just a bit of a final confrontation between husband and wife. It's only a story. I tried, but I couldn't get down to 750 words.
Phone Call
My soon-to-be ex-wife came down the stairs in a brand new sexy dress. Too bad it wasn't for me. Her paramour was the intended recipient of all her love and affection this weekend.
"You look gorgeous Sam, simply ravishing. I'm just sorry it's not for me. I'm sure Mitchell will be appreciative. Well you have yourself a lovely weekend."
"Aren't you going to try to stop me? Don't you even want to know why I'm all dressed up and going out the door? Don't you care about your wife at all Glenn?" She hissed at me. Her hypocracy seemed to know no bounds.
Silly girl. I just got the final report from the investigator that cost me three grand. Yikes! Well it came out of our vacation fund, so my darling loving wife paid half that bill to investigate herself! Oh yeah, there's a bit of irony there. But I was up to speed on her fun little extra-marital adventures for the most part. She's been a busy little beaver.
"I have a wife? Who would that be? You and I have not had relations or intimacy in six whole months. I did try, with vacations, weekend getaways, dinners, and all kinds of fun stuff. I have really tried my best to get back to a loving marriage. I got every excuse imaginable for your non participation. Plus you keep telling me about some fantastic promotion you're in line for. Thus, all the long workdays. Well I guess fuckin your boss counts as work if you're selling sex. I guess that's your new promotion, to company whore? Got lots of crystal clear pictures of you and Mitch doing the nasty, plus plenty of videos for the divorce.
"So to answer your question, no Samantha, I don't want to stop you. I don't want you to do this, but hey, you're going anyway right? I want to take your picture. Here Sam, hold this." I handed her a big envelope with her name on it in black marker. I took a picture of her holding her packet. I took three shots for the lawyer. My idiot wife even smiled for the camera. She's dumber than a box of rocks.
"You have been served. Get a lawyer, check out the agreement and sign it. Or don't, whatever. If you don't sign it or respond to my lawyer, then all the photos and videos will be shown in open court. If you sign what's in your hand, that's filed under irreconcilable differences and that is a 50/50 split. The pack that says 'Marital Infidelity' gives me an 80/20 division if you push me into it. Your choice. I do want the microwave since I don't cook too much. Plus the exercise equipment, since you never have used any of it. Almost every bit of my stuff is moved already. My tools and man-cave stuff is going this weekend. There is one more thing. The rings. Here's mine." I held out my wedding band for her. I waited while she took off her rings. She handed both to me. I gave her back her engagement ring.
"I gave you that one. Sell it, pawn it, shove it up your ass for all I care. It cost a bunch of money originally.
The wedding ring was my grandmother's. I'm sure our son's bride will love it if he chooses to get married. One more thing, I need you to sign a waiver for me." I explained.
