An Empty House

Coming home these past few months to an empty house is just about the worst feeling in the world. I have to admit that I did it to myself. When my husband Thomas caught me cheating on him he never said another word to me. He grabbed up the asshole I was fucking and nearly killed him. It took all the skill I could muster remembering my college acting classes to convince the police that a band of men came into my home and did all this damage to this naked man who was in my bedroom. I eventually had to give them his name so they could call his wife and get the next ok kin notified just in case he died. His wife was so angry at the both of us that she came to the office the following Monday and bitch slapped me several times calling me home wrecker and whore in front of the entire floor in my office. She had him served with divorce papers even before he was out of his coma, there was no dust on her! She'd had enough of his cheating ways so out he went.

My soon to be ex-husband left me that same night and only come home twice more when he knew that I wouldn't be here. He got everything he wanted and left his wedding ring on the kitchen table as soon as he caught us. He hasn't even tried to contact me since the last time I saw him on that terrible afternoon when he broke down the motel door and nearly killed the guy I was cheating on him with. I've known Thomas for over 8 years and I knew he'd never forgive me for what I did. I didn't deserve forgiveness either. I acted like a cheap whore and that's exactly how Thomas was treating me. I received the divorce papers 3 days later at work and that act alone wrapped up this nice cheating circle with a nice bow. By doing it this way Thomas wanted to identify me as the whore who got the asshole we worked with beaten to a pulp, divorced from his wife and family and now my divorce papers have also been served. I tried so many times to reach out to Thomas but to no avail. He wanted nothing to do with me and when I found out that he was transferred to Texas at work and was actually living there already that really threw me for a loop.

I knew with that one move that my marriage to Thomas was really over and all I could do was try apologizing to him so he wouldn't hate me so much. Fat chance in that ever happening. I didn't even know where in Texas he was and no one who knew would tell me nothing other than he wants to move on with his life and that I should just sign the divorce papers. Even my parents and siblings weren't on my side. They saw me as the evil one who'd done this terrible thing to a kind, generous and loving man. They were absolutely right on all counts. They just couldn't find it in their hearts to forgive me, and I was their blood. So how could I expect my husband to forgive me when not even my family could? I hated it but I did understand it.

The asshole who helped me ruin my life stayed in that coma for nearly 3 years. The doctors said he'd never fully recover, even if he lived he's be a blithering idiot for the rest of his life. He wouldn't be able to walk or communicate in any real way ever again. Thomas really did a lot of damage to the asshole and quite honestly, I was pretty happy about it. Not that anyone would speak with me, at least I could still talk and walk. I hated me life but there was nothing I could do about it. I signed the divorce papers a long time ago and we've been divorced for over 2 years already. One afternoon while I was shopping I actually bumped into Thomas at the butcher shop. He was with his mother and a woman a bit younger than us. He looked at me but didn't say anything so I stuck out my hand and said hello to him. Eventually, he said hi and introduced me to his girlfriend Myra. She was from Texas and I could tell from her accent. Thomas's mother nodded hello to me too. Myra was very friendly but also protective of her man. She made it her business to let me know to back off.

I didn't want an argument so I didn't do anything but say hello. I got my things and left the store. I didn't see them come out and I was looking for them so they probably were parked around back. I cried right there in my car, right in front of the butcher shop. I cried for what I lost and for how much I hurt him. That asshole Thomas beat the shit out of meant absolutely nothing to me. I never loved him, never really liked him much either. All we had was some illicit naughty sex behind cheap motel room doors. It wasn't even good sex either. That very day I'd already told the asshole that I couldn't do this anymore and this would be the last time we'd ever be together. I know, too little, too late! But, it's the truth though. I just never thought I'd be caught having this cheap affair with an asshole from work. He never once gave me an orgasm and very little pleasure at that. It was just something naughty, something I thought I should have. All my girlfriends had boyfriends on the side so I thought that I should too. Needless to say now but every one of us cheaters are all divorced now and we're all alone and miserable.

I stopped socializing with all of them way before I signed off on the divorce papers. I'd grown to hate every one of those women with a passion. I actually blamed them for some of the reason that I cheated. Silly right? But I still believed their influence played a part in me behavior. I know now that they were really not to blame, hell. the only one to blame was myself. Yeah, he chased me, he paid me all kinds of compliments and made me feel good about myself. Thomas always paid me compliments too but I thought that because he was my husband, he had to. That it was his job to say those things. What a fucking fool and an idiot I was back then. I let that asshole get too close to me and when he did he reeled me in like a small fish at sea. I never stood a chance once I started listening to his bullshit and paying him any attention at all. How I wish that I was smart enough to have seen through the smoke he was blowing up my ass. Why did I ever listen to him in the first place? Well. I obviously did and I'm paying for doing that for the rest of my life.

My husband was never coming home again. He had a gorgeous girlfriend who was obviously dedicated to him and would never cheat on him like I did. She could become a loving and faithful wife to him and I could never be faithful again. I'd never cheat again but the fact that I already had made me damaged goods. That made me untrustworthy and once trust is lost it never can recover. He'd always be wondering about me whenever I wasn't with him. He'd always believe that once a cheater always a cheater and I couldn't convince him of anything different. His mind was already made up and his experience with me and my track record wasn't good at all. Her track record was unblemished by infidelity and I'd always be the woman who cheated on his and betrayed my vows as well as my husband.

After that 1 time in the butcher shop I never saw Thomas again. He was gone forever from my world and I had to live with that. After all, I was the one who drove him away. And, By The Way, the asshole never came out of his coma. He lingered for almost 7 years before he died. I wished him to go straight to hell so many times. Maybe I'd end up there myself?