My 36-year marriage was over and maybe that’s how I wanted it. There was no way that I could just go back to domestic harmony. She shook her head, “I didn’t say anything mister.”
I smiled a knowing smile. She was gone. We paused in comfortable silence. My phone buzzed. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the messages told her, good thing she didn’t known what had really happened. She was getting married in a couple of months and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to give her away. My wife found her backbone and kicked me out with immediate effect and then went to town on the divorce. Relaxed me. What was the point?”
She was right of course, just as she had been right at the time about there being no recriminations, because the slut would just go down as a ‘missing adult’ who had chosen to start a new life somewhere else and had no intention of being found.
