106 comments/ 109137 views/ 18 favorites What Wasn't Said By: Slirpuff After almost twenty years of marriage my wife Ann and I separated three months ago. Ann felt that she couldn't resolve our issue with me in the house. "Steve, I need to be by myself and to get my head around our problems." "Ann, these aren't big issues, it should be a no brainer to work them out; unless there are things you haven't told me about." "Steve, what are you insinuating?" "Just answer me a question, is there someone else?" "I'm not going to dignify that question with an answer. How can you accuse me of cheating after all these years?" "It's just that I still don't know why we have to be apart? I love you, you love me; well I think you do, so make me understand why the separation?" "Sometime, love isn't quite enough. We've started growing apart and I need to confirm my feeling and what I want going forward." I still didn't understand it and I was getting angrier every time we talked. "Well, you can tell the kids you moved out, not me." "What do you mean? I just thought you could get a motel room or a short tem apartment and I could stay in the house." "If you want the separation, you're going to be the one to leave; I'm not being kicked out of my own house," I replied. "Steve, no ones being kicked out of anywhere. Why can't you understand it's just temporary?" "Ann, what's temporary? A week, two weeks a month?" "I can't answer that question right this minute." "Well, if it's so temporary, you won't mind being the one to leave." That widened the rift between us. "Fine, I'll find something and be the bigger person," Ann said starting to get a little testy. "When are you planning this big move?" it was already Wednesday. "If I get what I need, I can be out of here by Saturday." "This Saturday? What's the big rush?" I said trying to get her to change her mind. "The sooner I leave, the sooner I'll be back." "Or not," I added. "Steve, this is just temporary, why won't you believe that?" "A lot can happen when two people split up like this; maybe we should have some type of agreement?" "Steve, you're making too much of this," Ann said now starting to get concerned. "Just the same, I'll have Hank, a lawyer friend of ours, draw something up." "Steve, I don't want to broadcast this around." "Ann, how are you going to hide it? Are you ashamed?" "It's just that I don't want everyone to know our business." "Just the same, I'll have him draft up something; he probably has a standard form for when people break up." "How many times do I have to tell you, we're not breaking up," she said now visually angry. "Well, when you leave, I'll sleep much better knowing I'm covered if something should happen." "Well, have him draw up some damn agreement and I'll sign whatever." That's how it went or should I say didn't go. Believe it or not, Hank had a standard form just for this type of separation. "Steve, it's pretty standard. You still split the expenses and since there are no kids at home we can take out support and visitation. In this, she will have to respect your privacy at the house and you hers where ever she ends up. That means no sneaking or snooping around," he said with a laugh. "I've left the initial time table open, but put a six month limit on it. Steve, if people don't get back together after six months they most likely never will." "How about each of us seeing other people?" "That's up to the both of you, but I can put in that there isn't to be any sex with anyone else if that's what you want?" "Put it in and I'll let Ann be the one to object." "Steve, that's about it, but I did but in a clause at the end that after six months divorce papers are to be automatically drawn up. This way it puts pressure on both of you to get your issues resolved. Believe it or not, it works in ninety percent of the cases. The other ten percent would have gotten divorced anyway." I thanked him and took the original with me. I would have Ann sign it before she left and give her a copy so she knew what was at stake. "I'm not going to sign this, it's like a pre-divorce agreement." "Ann it covers the both of us and says what is and isn't allowed. I don't have a problem with it. Ann, unless you have ulterior motives, there's nothing in there that you should object to and unless you sign it, there will be no separation." She got pissed and told me to give her that damn agreement and she scribbled her name on the bottom and dated it. "Here, it's all signed; are you happy?" "No, I haven't been happy since you first brought this up, but at least now I feel better that it's a legal separation and I'm covered if something happens." "I've found a place, close to my work, where I can sublease on a weekly basis. It's not cheap but fully furnished. I'm just going to take some clothes and my personal items with me." "Ann, you can take what ever you want of yours, I've got no objections." "Steve, you still don't understand why I'm doing this and I hope that this will bring us closer together in the end." "Ann, your right about one thing, I don't understand and I haven't a clue how this is going to bring us closer together; but I guess I don't have a choice, at least now," I said signing the agreement and putting it back in the manila envelope. "I'll have Hank file this with the court tomorrow and it'll be a done deal. To me, Ann was turning her back on our marriage. All right I didn't handle the first month as well as I probably should have. I'd be damned if I was going to call her; if she wanted to talk to me, she would have to be the one to call. When she didn't I got even more pissed. I cooked my own means, laundered my own clothes and was bored as hell. That is until I found Netflix; then I watched a new movie every night. When I started stopping off to have a drink after work every night I met a whole new class of people, single and divorced men and women. There were two types of divorced guys. Ones that were happy as a pig in shit that they were out of a bad marriage and the others that were pissed because they'd either been raked over the coals or they never saw it coming. It was the same thing for the women with two major exceptions. There were the divorced mothers with small kids who were looking to latch on to whomever showed them the least bit of interest and then there were the lonely, bitter women over forty who would love to find someone but pushed every good prospect away with their attitudes. Me? I was just going with the flow; but it did make for interesting people watching. I was sipping on a Corona, minding my own business when she sat down two sets away from me. I noticed but really didn't pay much attention because I was watching what was going on in front of me, and there was a lot. "What a meat market," she said as she played with the salt ring on her margarita. "Excuse me?" "A meat market," she repeated it again. "Look at them out there. Half of them looking for a good time tonight and the other half desperately looking so that they won't have to spend the rest of their lives alone; it makes me want to puke." "Which half do you belong to?" I replied. "Neither. I'm married to a shit and will be until the day he dies; or I kill him which ever comes first. What's your story, or are you just here getting your jollies watching everyone else." "Separated. Wife left to find herself," "Shit, my husband couldn't find himself with both hands even if he tried; by the way, my name is Dawn," she said holding out her hand. "I'm Steve," I said gently shaking it. "I come here a couple of times a week to have a beer or two and unwind before I go home to an empty house." "How long have you been separated?" "Almost two and a half months." "How often do you guys talk?" "Only when we absolutely have to." "You can't resolve too much if you don't talk, but let me guess, you're trying to make her pay for leaving so neither of you call each other; am I right?" "Pretty close. I still don't understand why she left and I'm starting to get to the point where I don't even care any longer. Anyway it has to end one way or another in three and a half months." "What happens then?" she asked. "Divorce papers are served automatically at that point." "You've got to be shitting me." "Nope, if she's not back by then we're done," I said ordering another round for the two of us. "Just like that?" "Yup, just like that. I didn't want the damn separation but she insisted, so I put in a fail safe clause at the end." "She seeing anyone on the side? It seems like that would be a good reason to do something like this." "Ann, that's my wife's name, says no, but I'm not too sure." "You could always have her followed, you know, a private detective to follow her around at night; I did that when I thought my husband was fooling around on me." "Too much money, and besides the agreement forbids the other from invading their privacy." "Sounds like a stupid agreement," she said downing her first drink and starting on the other. "I'd sure as hell want to know. Hell, if I'd caught my husband cheating on me, I'd cut his nuts off while he slept. He's just damn lucky I'm understanding and not a vengeful bitch." I laughed. "Dawn, I'd hate like hell to get on your bad side." We talked until about seven and I told her I was calling it a night. "Maybe I'll see you here again," I told her. "Maybe if you're lucky. By the way, thanks for the drink." I got in my car and drove off, swinging by Ann's place to see if her car was there. I know I wasn't supposed to invade her privacy, but I could look anyway. Like always, her car was there. We both continued to dig in our heels and not talk to one another. The only thing it was doing was to pull us further apart. Now, when we did talk, it was more like snipping at one another. When I called her, she sounded annoyed that I was bothering her and when she called I gave it back to her ten fold. At four months I'd had about enough. We weren't getting anywhere and I was getting more pissed off by the week. When I got into an argument with my two girls about their mother walking out on me, I found that they'd taken her side and told me I needed to back off and to let her work it out. Fucking women, they all had their heads up their ass. When I found out that Ann was sneaking into the house when I was at work to get more clothes I upped the anni; I changed the locks on the house. "That should get some type of response from her," I thought to myself. "Steve, you changed the locks?" she shouted at me. "I lost my keys and did it out of safety. How do you know I changed the locks?" I said innocently. "I came over to get my black dress and couldn't get in." "Ann, per the agreement, you're not supposed to be invading my privacy, don't you remember?" "Steve, when I come over you are at work. I just let myself in and I'm out in less than ten minutes." "So, this isn't the first time?" "Steve, what's the big deal? It's not like I'm going through your drawers. I just needed to pickup a few things now and then." "Well I'm sorry to say, if you need anything in the future you're going to have to call in advance so I can get it for you." "Steve, just give me a damn key so I can get my stuff." "I'm sorry Ann, if you need any thing in the future, give me twenty-four hours notice and I'll get what you need." She started ragging on me that I was being unreasonable and being a total jerk. "Ann, you wanted this, live with it," I hung up on her. Can you say widening the gap? When I told Dawn what I'd done she called me an ass; I took that as a complement. "You're going to drive her away if you haven't all ready," she said sipping on a drink. "All I know for sure is that she's dating someone." "How do you know that? I thought you said that you weren't spying on her?" "I'm not. She picked up her black dress. She only wears that if she's trying to impress someone. It's her favorite dress and she looks super hot in it. I just wonder who the lucky guy is?" "I thought you said you don't care?" "I'll tell you and her that, but I really do. I thought this would have been over by now, but now that I know someone is looking to score with her it takes on a whole new meaning. From now on, I keep my eyes open; no more Mr. Passive." "Why don't you just talk to her? I've never seen two more stupid people. Each one of you are playing tit for tat and trying to push the envelope as much as you can. You two are going to end up divorced and you'll have only yourselves to blame. I even talk to my asshole husband when he steps over the line." "Dawn, I just want to see what's going on," I told her. All right I broke the agreement after that night, I had Ann followed. I never would have thought it would be so damn expensive. After two weeks I got my report and pictures. I hit the roof; no I went through the fucking roof. There are only two people in the world I can't stand. Let me rephrase that, there are only two people in the world I hate. One is the regional sales manager of our only competitor and the other is an ex-friend of ours named Richard Wagner; and who do you guess she was having dinner with in her hot black dress, none other. He'd been hitting on and flirting with my wife since the first time we were introduced at a neighborhood party. He and his wife lived two blocks over until their divorce four years ago. It was at the next party that we came to blows. He was being his obnoxious self when he got a little too touchy feely with Ann. I walked over and told him; in I guess a too loud of voice, to get his fucking hands off my wife. When he gave me that stupid grin of his I kicked him right in the nuts. He dropped to his knees and started puking. I told him next time I'd cut the sons of bitches off. That was the last I saw of him. He sold his house the following year and I never saw him again up until now; and he was with my wife. The pictures showed them out to dinner twice, dancing and even kissing on her apartment doorstep; I lost my cool. She knew how much I hated that son of a bitch and even the night of the party she said I'd over reacted. I felt like someone had kicked me in the nuts. "Ann, if you want to pick up the rest of your shit, I'll have it packed up and on the driveway for you to pick up Friday." "Steve, what are you talking about? What stuff?" "All the rest of your clothes and personal items, I've put them in garbage bags and they're in the garage. You'd better bring a truck because there are eleven of them." "Steve, what's going on? Why are you doing this?" "Ann, since you've moved on and have no intension of coming back, I'm just getting a head start on separating our things so it'll go much faster, besides, Richard hasn't seen you in your silver dress yet and I know you don't want to disappoint him." There was silence on the other end. "Goodbye Ann." I put all eleven gabs on the driveway Thursday night. I really wanted to put them on the front lawn and turn on the sprinklers but I figured I'd get in trouble down the line. I did, however, leave her the picture of her kissing dick head on the top of the pile. It was a good clear picture and she could probably have it framed for prosperity after the divorce. I made sure I was gone to at least midnight Friday so I wouldn't have to see her. My home and cell phone rang off the wall Saturday and Sunday. I finally had to turn them off but Ann filled up my message center on each. I deleted them all without listening to a one of them. I then called Hank and told him I wasn't waiting for the full six months and to have her served as soon as possible. He must have argued with me for a half hour telling me to cool down and to talk to her before I did anything stupid. Did I listen? Hell no! Serve the bitch were my last words. If it had been anyone else but Richard I could have sucked it up, but like I said, he was one of two people I hated and he was now tops on my list. I ducked her calls for days but then she started sending me e-mails to my work. Those were a lot easier to delete than the phone calls. With a click and drag, I could get rid of a whole days worth with one swipe. "You're more stupid than I gave you credit for," Dawn yelled at me. "I thought you were going to cool it?" "I did until I found out who she was seeing, I guess I lost it after that." "Lost it, it doesn't sound like you ever had it." I gave her the long version; I guess I felt she deserved it since she'd heard the rest of it earlier. "I can understand why you're mad; and I thought my husband was the only stupid fucker around. She screwed up and you don't even know if she's slept with him yet?" "If she hasn't yet, she probably planned to. I don't even know if I could even kiss her after that asshole's lips were on hers." "You know if you divorce her, he wins." "He's already won. She picked him over me, what does that tell you?" "It tells me she's an idiot but doesn't mean she doesn't still want you." "She could have called me." "And you could have called her. Don't forget Steve, I know the facts. Didn't I tell you that if you two didn't start talking you'd end up divorced? Well, I guess my premonition has come true; I guess you owe me dinner or something." "Well, she was the one to leave, I'm just glad I protected myself." "A lot of good that will do you. Steve, it's a fifty-fifty state. Everything the two of you own will be split down the middle; you're both going to lose and the lawyer will be the only ones that make out." She was right. "Dad, are you out of your mind?" Sherri my oldest yelled at me walking into my office. "Afternoon sweetheart, long time no see? And how is my darling other daughter?" "She'd be here too is she could get away but she can't. Mom called and said you are divorcing her. Have you finally lost it?" "This is between your mother and I, it doesn't concern you. "The hell it doesn't. You're both my parents and I love you both." "But you sided with your mother. I told her this would only pull us apart but everyone knew better. I don't want to say I told you so because it'll just sound like sour grapes, but I told you so." "Mom said you're divorcing her for going out with some guy you don't like; is that true? What are you some teenager with a hurt ego? Mom said she never slept with him either." "Do you believe her? Because I don't. He's been sniffing around your mom for years and she knows how much I hated him; it was like she was rubbing my face in it. So honey, I'm sorry to say you're going to be from a broken home; just like fifty percent of the other marriages that end in divorce." "That's it, your ego is bruised isn't it. Your throwing everything away because mom's been seeing someone you don't like. You're pathetic." "Well Sherri, it's been a real blast talking to you and say hi to your sister for me will you? If you're ever in the neighborhood stop by again and if you give me notice, maybe we can all go to lunch," I said sarcastically." "If you've got anything left in the house come over on Saturday and get it, I'm listing the house with a realtor on Monday." "I can't believe that this is happening?" Sherri said in a stunned voice. "Honey, I didn't want it to happen but your mom has probably been cheating on me for a long time. I guess she left so she wouldn't have to sneak around behind my back anymore. I hope you like your new stepfather, I know he's an arrogant prick, but you're gong to be stuck with him just the same." She left but told me she hadn't heard the last of her. I hadn't heard from her since this whole mess started so I figured it would be another four plus months before I saw her or her sister again. What Wasn't Said "I called my husband and told him I was having dinner with a real idiot tonight. He thought I was kidding so I told him I'd take your picture and send it to him," she said taking out her iPhone and snapping a picture. "He'll believe me now," she said putting it away. "Heard from your wife lately?" "Couple of e-mail and a few ugly messages on my phone. I figured I'd look at them now that it's all over but the crying. This wine is excellent, you should try some," I told her pouring Dawn a half a glass. "I still can't believe you really went through with it. If someone was to tell me your story, I'd probably tell them they were full of shit because two normal people could never be that dumb; but I guess I was wrong." I was about to answer when out of the corner of my eye I saw her but Dawn couldn't. "Shit." Was all I got out before she was upon us. I stood up and Dawn turned around as the wild woman stormed to our table. "So, this is the tramp you've been seeing. She looks like a damn home wrecker," she shouted at Dawn. Before she could say another word I spoke up. "Dawn, this is my lovely soon to be ex wife, Ann. Ann, this is Dawn, a friend of mine." "I knew there had to be more to this divorce than what Sherri told me. No one could be that chicken shit," she spit at me. "Been to bed with him yet?" I could see the powder keg getting ready to explode as Dawn tried her best to control herself, but I guess she lost when Ann gave her another cheap shot. "As I told your husband, you two have to be the stupidest sons of a bitches on this fucking planet. I didn't believe him when he told me what you did, now after meeting you for only two minutes I guess I'll have to apologize to him for calling him a liar. Ann, I don't need your fucking husband, I've got my own asshole at home, but compared to the both of you, he's prince charming." That I think set Ann back on her heels. "I thought the two of you were, you know, having an affair." "Not a chance in hell. I love my husband even though he's got the common sense of a snail we've got a hell of a lot more going for us than the two of you. I've got to ask, the way Steve feels about Richard did you really go out with him? And what were you thinking? Did you think he'd be ok with it?" Ann started stammering as the other people in the restaurant stared at us in disbelief. "Ann, sit your ass down, unless you've got Richard out in the car waiting for you." "No, just our daughter Sherri." "Let her wait," Dawn said pouring Ann a glass of wine. "I think you can use this." "Ann, what the hell are you doing here, and how did you know I was at this restaurant?" "Sherri followed you and then called me. She said you were having an intimate dinner with a woman." "God, Steve, even your kids have shit for brains. Read my lips, Steve and I aren't having an affair. Steve isn't having an affair with anyone; you can believe me, I see him a couple nights a week." "Unlike you Ann, I have at least a little self control," I said trying to make her feel worse. "Steve, why don't you shut up for a minute and let someone with some working gray matter talk for a change, because the two of you don't know squat." "Ann, please sit down and stop making a scene," Dawn told her pushing a chair away from the table for her. "Now, tell Steve why you left and don't give him that shit about finding yourself." "I didn't think he loved me anymore. He never paid attention to me and I felt he was taking me for granted. I felt if I was gone for a while, maybe he'd appreciate me more when I came back." "So in other words, you left him without saying why, and didn't make any effort to talk to him for what? Three weeks? Who in the hell told you this would work? It sounds like something a man hating woman libber would spew out. Hello, if you don't talk how's he going to know what you're unhappy about?" "Yeah Ann, you should have told me why you were unhappy," I told her. "Steve, did you ever think to ask questions before you got pissed? Did you ever see her point of view?" "Dawn, I never saw or was told her point of view. I just got a lot of bullshit about her loving me but not sure if she was in love with me. Hell, I thought I was talking to Oprah." "So Steve, you showed her by shutting her out and refusing to talk to her, boy that sure worked didn't it?" "If she would have opened up to me and not left, we could have worked it out." "Not likely, you two were on a collision course and didn't have a clue where to even start. And Ann, what on God's green earth were you thinking when you went out with Richard?" "I saw him in the store and he'd heard from our friends we were separated. He said if I ever needed someone to talk to he was there for me. When he called a few days later and said he wanted to try a new restaurant that just opened I thought what the hell. We only went out twice, from what you told Sherri, it sounded like we were screwing like rabbits; he never even saw the inside of my apartment." "Did you go to his? Ann, I've got a photograph of you kissing that asshole." "Steve, I gave him a kiss goodnight, that was all," you act like I gave him a damn blowjob. "Ann, I don't know if I can believe you anymore. You lied about why you left and Richard," I started to say before Ann stopped me. "Steve, your mouth is getting way ahead of your brain. Ann is telling you the how and why but you're not listening to a word she's saying. So she didn't use a whole lot of common sense going out with him, but nothing happened; read my lips, nothing happened. So your ego got bruised, you over-reacted and Ann tried to justify what she did. As I said at the beginning of this conversation, you two have to be the stupidest bastards around. Talk to one another. No more bull shit, lies or half-truths. Tell each other what you both think and feel. You took a gap of an inch and turned it into ten feet in the matter of four months because you refused to talk to one another." We both looked at each other and knew we'd been worse than idiots. "What makes you so damn smart?" I asked Dawn. She reached into her purse. Dr. Dawn Thomas, psychologist PhD the card read. "The two of you owe me big time," she told us. "Ann, I hope you like steak medium well, because that's what I ordered and I'm out of here. I'm going home and tell my husband just how lucky he is to have me and then I may just ball his eyes out to reinforce it. I suggest you two bury the hatchet or something else," she said winking to Ann. "Would you believe me if I told you I was sorry for starting this mess?" "That's one thing I would believe." "You never paid any attention to me any more. You would come home from work, make yourself a drink and ask what I was making for supper; no imput, no help, just what was I making. After dinner, while I cleaned up, you did your own thing on the computer or watched some damn television show. By ten o'clock all you wanted to do was go to sleep. On the nights I could get you interested it was like you were just going through the motions. I'm not saying that you didn't get me off, you never failed to do that, but I wanted more. I wanted romance, I wanted tender loving, and I wanted the whole thing." "Why didn't you say anything? I also thought you weren't that interested in doing it as much, that's why I made sure I got you off first every time so you could never throw it up at me that I was a selfish lover. You always seemed so busy at night, and every time I came up behind you and put my arms around you seemed to get annoyed." "Steve, scrubbing a pot in the sink isn't the right moment sometimes." "Listen to us. We sound like a couple of seventy year olds making excuses why we weren't doing in anymore." I took her hands in mine and kissed them both. I then took out my cell and called Sherri's. "Sherri, you can leave, I'll take care of getting your mother where she belongs. Come on babes let's go home and settle this the way it should have been settled in the first place," I told her. Just then our food arrived. "Steve, eat up you're going to need all the strength you can muster when I get you home tonight," Ann said smiling for the first time in ages. I guess after not going it for better than four months we had more than a little stored up. Our first time was quick to say the least. It didn't take more than a little finger action, while we kissed to get her off. While she recovered, she gave me the best blowjob since our honeymoon and even swallowed. "Now don't even think you're done yet, I've still got plans for you and none of them include sleep any time soon." I got us two glasses of wine and with my finger dribbles just enough on both of her nipples to get her started again. When I poured about a quarter of my glass down her stomach and onto her pussy Ann squealed because it was cold. "Don't worry babes, it won't be for long. I took my time, and for the next half hour I did things with my tongue she'd never let me do up until that night. She used to throw the words dirty and kinky at me to describe what I was doing to her, but tonight all I heard were moans. She got off at least twice, hell, I took her to the top of the mountain and pushed her off and listened to her scream all the way down. I pounded her so hard that I was sure we'd be in the emergency room in the morning. Finally I had nothing more as I gave her everything I had in three long spurts." We fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time in years. I woke once to make a pit stop but it took me ten minutes to untangle myself from Ann's arms and legs. It tool me another ten minutes when I got back to tangle myself back up into her arms; this was heaven. We never got dressed on Sunday or even picked up the newspaper; there was no need. The only time we weren't touching is when one of were making a pit stop or were cooking something on the stove; fire and breasts don't mix well. When I called Hank on Monday to tell him to scrap everything, he was elated. When I told my boss I needed a few days of vacation he wasn't too happy until I told him why. By Thursday were both bone tired and were watching a Netflix movie in bed. "Do they have porno's?" Ann asked. "No they don't have porno's; I already checked. My, my, my you are getting kinky.' I told her. "Well, there are more than a few things we haven't tried and I figure it's a good way to start." "Well, I think I know where I can lay my hands on one or two." So let's jump ahead through four weeks of exhaustive and satisfying sex. We're in the restaurant waiting for our new best friends. "Here they are," Ann said as we watched the two of them come to the table. "Sorry we're late, dipstick here forgot to put gas in the car and we had to get off the highway and find a gas station before we ran out," she said giving him the evil eye. "Sometimes I don't know why I stay with him." "Dawn, same reason I stay with Steve; because we love them." "Yeah, but if they'd just do exactly what we told them to do, it would make it so much easier." We all laughed at that and had a great night and a happy marriage; well Ann and I did anyway.