Sorry Not Tonight I Have a Headache

Please read my biography first of all.

Some readers will have read these stories before, and I have changed the story titles. Yet, my friend insisted I join before passing on (due to being stressed out). My English is bad, as is my grammar, punctuation, and sentence construction. Please read on.

Sorry, there is NO SEX in this story.

Also, he does not come home early to find an unknown car on the driveway. No flash lawyers with one thing on their mind with married women. No long-winded sessions in court cases. It is a simple story about what went on.

I do hope my readers do like it. So here goes.

Sorry, not tonight I have a headache.

By Loony123tunes

My name is Norman Thomas, and I am 44. If I do say it myself, I am quite good-looking. Over the years, I have looked after myself, eating the right type of food, walking to work every morning, and returning home. I do have a car, but I seldom get to drive it these days. I am an engineering manager, and because of the qualifications that I hold, I was on good money.

I married a wonderful tall slim girl whose name was Fiona Smith. She was what every man wanted. She was perfect in every way. Her Hair, blue eyes, smooth soft skin, 36" bust, 24" waist, and 36" hips. And those legs of hers that went on and on forever. As she walked she glided through the air. She had nothing to prove to anyone because she had it all. A nice smile, a pleasant manner, and a bubbly nature. I loved her.

Even to this day. I could not believe that day when she said that word to me 'Yes'. When I asked her to marry me. I was on cloud nine from that day onwards. Every night we were together. Her parents planned the wedding. Fiona had loads of friends. And I about half as many of hers, And our only living families were the same two Aunts and Uncles. Both had no children and I never asked why. So, the wedding was going to be more or less what you would call a friend's wedding.

For myself, I could not have cared less. As long as I had Fiona Smith on my arm for the rest of my life? The day came at last when we were 23. We had a two-week honeymoon and yes Fiona was expecting our first of many children I was hoping for.

Fiona had the best pregnancy that every woman would want. No cravings, aches, and pains. All she had was a swelling in her belly as for our the first of many children to come. As the days passed, we had visitors every night apart from our parents. Her girlfriends came with their boyfriends and of course some with their husbands.

Thank god for her pleasant manner and bubbly nature. She was the perfect hostess for everyone that called for a few minutes. The only people that stayed for any length of time were both our parents. But I noticed one thing when one of her friends called around with her boyfriend. Fiona talked to him a lot, so I had to talk to her. I did not mind at the time. But the warnings were there and then!!! And I never saw it coming. Not for a single moment.

As I have said Fiona had a textbook pregnancy. I would kiss her belly and talk to our baby. He or she would have the best of everything we could give. The months passed by and I got a telephone call at work. I was to go to the hospital when our baby was on its way. Fiona's mother was there. She was the one who phoned me at work.

We sat and waited until a nurse came out and told me I had a baby son. Fiona was pleased as pink. Fiona was a bit tired after the birth but she was bright and cheerful. Who could not ask for anything more? At last, I was able to see my wife. I gave her a loving kiss as she held our son in her arms.

"Here take him," she said to me.

I can tell you I was scared to death. I would drop him. Well, I had him in my arms telling him. Anything he wants he can have it. And I said the same to my lovely wife.

Fiona came out of hospital after a week and her mother decided she would help Fiona all the time with our son. Our son was the apple of my eye, As soon as I got home from work on time. All I wanted to do was play with him and talk to him all night long until after his last feed of the day.

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Where I work, we have hundreds of old outdated pieces of equipment. 50% of them were always breaking down with one thing or another. The rest were a good bit better. We needed to spend money on them to rectify the problems. So, half of the week. I was always getting called out. You could say. I was an engineer that could fix any recurring problems. But they needed to spend money on the plant. I was telling that to the owner all the time.

At last, they gave me the ok to repair the kit. So, the ones that caused the most problems. Were the first ones to be repaired. For the next 15 months, I was able to stay at home most nights. I loved my evening at home with Fiona and my son. Fiona asked me if she could go out on Tuesday and Thursday nights with her friends. I told her yes.

For the next six months, Fiona went out with her friends. While I looked after our son 'Eric George' (we named him after our fathers, of course, Eric was my father's first name). It had taken me nearly 18 months. The plant was now running at 94% efficiency. And the breakdown was few and far between.

My son was walking now, He was 22 months old. At night I was chasing after him. I loved every second of it. It was a Thursday night. Fiona had gone out with her friends. I put my son down to sleep and I was going to put my feet up until Fiona came home. Then for some unknown reason, it dawned on me. Was that something that was missing? OUR LOVE?

So, I started to think. In the last few months, our love had dropped off. I put it down to me getting the plant running more efficiently. But I did wonder about why.

I went to bed early and fell asleep. I must have fallen asleep right after putting Eric down to sleep. I woke up and I heard the shower running. Fiona was home and I thought she was getting ready for us to have some love. So, I settled back to wait for her. She got in bed and I put my arm around her. And then I heard the following.

"Sorry not tonight I have a headache," she said to me.

After that night it was the same thing when she came home on Tuesday and Thursday nights. The only time we made love was over the weekend. And it was not very good. Fiona did not seem to mind. But as soon as I came? She would roll over and go to sleep. The alarm bells should have been ringing loud and clear by then. But I never heard them. They must have been ringing in silent mode for me.

A month passed and I came home on Friday night. That was when my world came tumbling down. And our son was nearly two. Fiona's mother was there waiting for me with my son. I headed for my son to pick him up and kiss and hug him like I always did.

"We have done all the washing and Ironing. The house has been cleaned. Eric had his dinner. Your dinner is in the oven. I have to go. And there is a note for you? It is on the kitchen table!" Her mother said to me heading for the door.

That was before I was able to say hi.

Then I called out for my lovely wife Fiona. Fiona, Fiona I am home. But there was no reply. I went looking for Fiona room by room and there was no sign of her. 'Ha.' The note on the kitchen table. So, I headed back to the kitchen. Carrying Eric in my arms and picked up the envelope with the note inside. It said on the front TO MY HUSBAND. I put Eric down on the floor and slowly opened the envelope containing the note.

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THE NOTE READ.

'Sorry, I have met someone else and I am in love with him. Separation is the only answer and it will only be for a short while until I have found myself. If it does not work out. I know you love me and will give me a second chance. Because you are such a kind and loving man. Please do not come after me. I need time to sort myself out.' Fiona.

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I slumped down on a chair and read it twice. It did not even mention my name. It never even mentioned our son's name. And it does not even say look after him. Fiona's mother was gone. And I was not able to ask her what the hell was going on. I was at a loss. Separation was jumping out at me from the note. Separation, Separation hell NO. This cannot be happening.

Then it finally hit me, she had left me for another man. Those Tuesday and Thursday nights out. And the showers late at night. And the headaches? It all started to fall into place now. And the reason why our love had dropped off. She was having an affair. But who with? I will kill him when I find out. Hang on a minute Fiona's mother knows all about this. That is why she ran out the door so fast.

Eric was crying; he was looking for his mother. I was wrapped up in my thoughts thinking about Fiona. His crying brought me back to reality. I picked him back up to comfort him and hugged him. I wanted to scream and shout but that would upset my son even more. I had to get control of my feelings in front of a two-year-old boy.

Thankfully Fiona's mother had given Eric his dinner. I turn off my broken heart and feelings to one side. Eric was my concern. He was to come first. I played with my son until I saw his eyes starting to close. It was coming up to his bedtime and then I could think what I had to do. Eric was the most important thing now. I put Eric to bed and he fell asleep. I headed for the kitchen and opened the cupboard door looking for my half a bottle of Whiskey.

Then my mind shot back to my father. As I was looking at the bottle. And remembered what he had said to me a long time ago when I came home drunk. That was, 'Son there are no answers at the bottom of a glass.'

I opened the bottle poured the whiskey down the sink and told myself no more drink for me.

Eric was my main concern; he was nearly two. And no mother to look after him. I picked up the phone and rang my parents Asking to speak to my mother. As soon as I heard her voice I burst out into tears.

I heard her saying to me "Norman, Norman what is wrong?"

I managed to say to her, "Fiona has left me."

The phone went dead and 10 minutes later my parents were coming through the front door. I was sat with my head in my hands. Crying my eyes out with the empty bottle of whiskey next to me. My mother put her arms around me and my father picked up the empty bottle.

"Son, have you drunk all this whiskey out of this bottle?" Dad said to me.

"No, I have poured it down the sink," I said to him.

Dad turned off the oven where my dinner was. And started to make a pot of tea for us. Mum got me to stop my crying.

Then she said to me," Norman what's going on and what makes you think Fiona has left you?"

I handed her the note Fiona had left for me. She read it and passed it to my father to read. They never spoke.

Then my mother said, "Tell me everything from when you got home from work."

I told them everything. Including that, I thought Fiona's mother knew all about Fiona leaving me. My mother looked at my father. You could tell she was not happy with what I had told her. Mum and Dad spoke to one another and were making some kind of plan. I was too upset to listen to them. Mum picked up the phone and made two phone calls. To each of my Aunts and Uncles. My uncles still worked but both my Aunts stayed at home like my mother.

Mum made me something for me to eat. Dad threw away the food Fiona's mother had left for me. The minutes passed by and then there was a knock at the door. My two Aunts and Uncles came walking in. The six of them sat in a group and my Aunts and Uncles read the note. They were planning something on my behalf.

Mum was to look after Eric on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and my two Aunts on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was told. I had to be at my parent's house on Sundays and we will all be there from now on.

Mum and Dad stayed with me over the weekend. Trying to work out what had gone wrong with my marriage with Fiona? Nothing made sense the more we talked about it. But there was one thing that kept on popping up. Was it the fact Fiona's mother knew something about it? Mum wanted to find out what she knew. My father told her to let it drop. In time we will find out.

My mother and my Aunts were a godsend to me. I was able to work and come home to a tidy house and to my son. The days passed. They turned into weeks. I was hoping that Fiona would be back in a month to see us both. No phone calls or letters came. I was willing to forgive her for Eric's sake. The months passed by. And Fiona's parents never visited Eric and me once.

It was four or five months later and my parents were sitting with Eric and I. Eric was now calling my mother mum. It was breaking my heart because it seemed to me Fiona did not care for Eric.

"Son, I want you to think about what I am going to say to you," My father said to me.

Yes, Dad, what is it," I said to him.

"Son, We want you to come home with us. Put your house up for rent. Your mother can look after Eric at home and both your Aunts and Uncles only live around the corner from us. And down the road is the best school within miles for Eric's education. Do not say no, think about it," Dad said.

Mum said, "The school for Eric is the best around here. If you rent the house out it will pay for itself. And we will save on travelling backwards and forward every day saving money on petrol. It would be the best thing all around and for your Aunts," Mum said.

It made sense. I would have my old room and Eric would have his own room. I could put more money away for Eric's education and we would have something like a normal household. My Aunts and Uncles would be close at hand. And I could go out from time to time if I wanted to.

"Mum, Dad, I will not be much of a burden on you, let us do it, I will put the house up for rental ASAP. And move in with you as soon as I can," I said to them.

"Son, This weekend your uncles will give us a hand. Put the house on the rental market today," Dad said to me.

I had people wanting to rent it right away. I had a rental agreement drawn up. I had the locks changed. The people read through and sign it. The next weekend I moved back in with my parents. After a week of living back home with my parents. It was time to make a change. On Saturday I went to Fiona's parent's house and knocked at the door. Fiona's father answered the door. He did not know what to say to me.

"Would you please tell Fiona I have moved in with my parents? And this is my company lawyer's address if she wants to get in touch with me," I said to him and turned away.

The months passed and the years passed. And there was no communication whatsoever from Fiona. Eric had a good schooling and he went to university. I went out and dated quite a lot of women. When I told them after a few dates that I was married but separated. That ended our relationship. Fiona's parents never visited their Grandson. And they never once sent him a birthday card or Christmas card or any presents. It was as though Eric never existed!!! Under my roof. Eric's family was me and my parents with my Aunts and Uncles.

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It was my son's 21st birthday and Eric asked me. That he would not mind if he met his mother. I asked why. After the last 19 years. As she had not asked about you ONCE in all that time. Then he told me." It was only to see what she looked like. And I might even tell her. I would forgive her for leaving us when he was so young. I looked at him and was wondering about the reason why.

When Eric was Seven, he asked me where his mother was. I told him she loved him. But she had found someone else that she loved more than me. And it was not his fault in any way?

Then he asked me. Do I know where she lived? I said 'yes' and she is still living with the man I think she left me for. Eric did not say anything else. But three days later he asked about her again. I started to wonder about Why? But he had the right to meet his mother even after all the years. I was thinking about why he never got a birthday card. Not a present from her and the same at Christmas time. As far as I was concerned, she did not love him. Because she walked away from us leaving me with a note.

It was time to show Eric the note. The note read.

'Sorry, I have met someone else and I love him. Separation Is the only answer and it will only be for a while. Until I have found myself. If it does not work out. I know you love me and will give me a second chance. Because you are such a kind and loving man. Please do not come after me. I need time.' Fiona.

It was a cold note. But Eric had to see what she had written to me. I handed him the note and he sat and read it. He was a man and he sniffed a bit but he held back the tears.

"Dad when I was about seven you told me she loved me," Eric said.

I could tell he was hurting by the sound of his voice.

"Son, all I can say is for the nearly two years before she left the answer was YES, she loved you?" I said to my son.

Eric said nothing else and walked away from me. I could feel the hurt coming from inside him. My hurt from Fiona leaving me was long gone. But Eric had me worried.

For the next three weekends, Eric was drunk. He was trying to drown his sorrows. About why his mother had left him before he was two. I could not give him the reason because I did not know myself. There was only one person who could provide that answer and that was his mother Fiona! I shouted at my son for getting drunk and told him he had to get over it somehow. I had hit a nerve. He got his act together. And he was back to being a normal son.

Two weeks have passed. And Eric I could see was still troubled.

Then Eric said," Dad, I want to see my mother and find out why she left me."

I knew it was coming one day. I was dreading that this day would never come. But it was his right to meet his mother.

"We will go next Saturday after lunch," said to him.

The forthcoming week. It was hell for me and it must have been ten times as bad for my son. I decided NOT to ask him what he was going to say to his mother. That was between him and her! Saturday arrived. It could be the outbreak of WWIII or a Nuclear Explosion.

I parked outside the run-down house. And walked up the path that had seen better days. I told Eric to stand out of sight until I had spoken with his mother. And I told him I would wave to him to come into view. I also told him. I would leave and tell him to phone for me to come and pick him up. I knocked at the door that needed a lick of paint. The door opened and a man looked at me. As soon as I looked at him, I knew I had met him somewhere before but I could not remember his name.

"May I speak to Fiona for a minute please," I said to him. Trying to remember where I knew him from.

He looked me up and down. I was dressed the way my father had instilled in me. Wearing a suit and tie, clean-shaven, well-groomed, and clean shoes. Eric was dressed similarly to me.

"Come in and speak to her inside," he said to me.

"No thank you, I would like to speak to her at the door please," I said to him. While I was thinking where had I known him from.

He turned his head to inside the house.

"Fiona there is a man here. He wants to talk to you for one minute at the door," he spoke. Calling out to Fiona.

At that moment I heard voices in the house and I was sure that I had recognised one. And before Fiona had come to the door. I knew who it was! Fiona came from behind the door and looked at me. After 19 years. I was wondering what she still looked like the woman that I had loved so much.

From all those years before. When she was tall and slim. Her hair was perfect in every way. Her striking blue eyes. Her nice smile, her smooth skin, her figure 36, 24, 36 and those long legs that went on forever. She had a pleasant manner and a bubbly nature. Was it still there? When I loved her all those years before, was my love for her still there??? The moment of truth was soon to be here.