Short Story Sunday – He Cheated, Now What? PT III

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| H E  C H E A T E D  N O W  W H A T ? |

I got half way to the hotel and decided to turn around. I pulled over on the side of the road to get my thoughts together. I thought about how angry I was and me acting irrationally could lead to making some unsafe choices. Once I was able to drive again when my blood was no longer boiling. I spotted a Sonic nearby. I turned in and headed towards the drive-through. I got myself a strawberry milkshake to cool me off.

I got home and checked in on the boys, and they were still asleep. I texted Karl once that night. No response! I called once, and it went straight to voicemail. I decided that this would not defeat me. I needed to make sure that  I took care of myself and started a process of healing. I was currently broken, but I refused to stay broke.

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Karl didn’t come home for a week following the hotel incident. I don’t know who he was there with. I didn’t verify if he was even there. After that night I didn’t text or call him. The boys ask about him a few times, but I kept them busy every day with different after school activity and jam packed weekends. I just told the kids that that Karl was working on an important case. I hadn’t quite got the hang of sleeping alone.

I would cry for about 30 minutes every night in the shower once I put the boys to sleep. After that, I gave myself a pep talk in the mirror before bed. I had to make sure my confidence was continuing to rise and not fall. I know one thing’s for sure. I felt disrespected and that my husband was currently out doing his dirt. I got myself together, and I continued to push on.

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That Sunday Karl came home. Me, and the boys went to church early that morning. I prayed, but just for clarity. I had just placed the boy’s plate down in front of them. It’s been a week, and I haven’t seen or heard from him. He walked in the house like he never left. Bringing gifts for the boys and sitting at the table. I looked at him with angry eyes. He sat down staring at me as if that was the motion for me to fix him a plate.

I didn’t want too. I’d rather throw some of my china across the room and hoping it hit him in his head. I knew that wouldn’t be a good idea, so I fixed his plate and dropped it in front of him. I excused myself and went upstairs. Almost and the hour went by, and I could hear the boys and their dad laughing and having guy talk. I was in my guest room watching reruns of The House Sitter on NHC.

Things got quiet downstairs, and I figured the boys decided to go outside after dinner. I heard footsteps coming up the stair, and I was hoping that Karl would leave me the fuck alone. Instead, he walked into the room without even knocking and sat some papers on the bed. I decided to ignore his ass because he’s been a nonfactor for the past week. I finally looked down at the papers and I realized it was the official documents. It was the divorce papers.

I looked through the sheets for the next 30 minutes, and I signed them. Before we got married, we were able to put a prenup in place because of Karl’s career path. All of my stipulations were included, and that’s all I was worried about. I signed them. Once I did that, I took them back to him. Placed them in his hands and smile. Sorry, Karl but now that my name is on that line. You have no chance what so ever of getting me back.

The confused look on his face was refreshing.

My savings was nice, so I would be okay with what I had for the moment. He walked around the house for the next three days looking at me weird. I was happy and ignoring him. I was holding it together, and I was holding this shit down.

A few times Karl tried to come on to me. I had to shut him down because I was not going to have sex with him at all. He tried to talk to me, but the only questions that I felt I needed to answer were about the boys.

Four months later…

Seven pills in, and I wasn’t going to slow down anytime soon. I was sleeping in the spare room of a house that I had helped purchase. I looked at the pill bottle and poured out more. I took a sip of Stella Rose wine as I downed another pill. I was numb from the thoughts of what was happening in my life. The man that I loved dearly was nowhere in sight. He wasn’t the man I married. He had changed! His eyes were different, his feelings were non-existent, and he ignored me.

 

 I dropped the phone. I felt like I was losing control. I felt nothing. I saw darkness. ……..

I saw a bright light. I didn’t know where I was. I saw lots of people around me and things were moving so fast. I could hear people calling my name. I tried to look around for any familiar face, but no one was there. N O  O N E  W A S  T H E R E.

When I was able to open my eyes. It was dark. I tried to move my hands and my feet. I was strapped down. I turned as much as I could to see if there was anyone in the room. I spotted Karl’s jacket and then I looked towards the door.

 S O M E O N E   W A S   T H E R E ….

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