Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
It didn’t matter that she had a trust fund, she still looked to me for everything and I was more than happy to oblige. I believed that it was my job as her husband to fulfill all her needs, and not just in the bedroom.
She spent her money on the poor, and mine at Hermes. It was fine by me. As long as she was happy, and I saw that satisfied happy smile on her face at the end of the day, I was good.
Two years we were going strong, we were even trying for a baby. And as far as I’m concerned, that’s where all the trouble started.
She had some kinda issue with her fallopian tubes so it was harder for her to get pregnant than most. We had to fuck at certain times in certain positions and our once spectacular sex life became a regimented nightmare.
I went along with it of course, because I wanted a kid. I was thirty-one, not getting any younger. At twenty-four she was at the perfect age to start a family and it had to be then for some fucked up reason that made sense only in her head.
When she didn’t get pregnant the first three months that’s when I first noticed the change. She went from nuts to fucking psychotic.
She was irritable, insecure and neurotic; still I loved her and convinced myself that it too shall pass. Just like all her other nutty episodes.
I was more attentive then, no matter what I had going on at the office. Those times were the only ones I was allowed to make love to her the way I wanted.
I did everything after each failure to make her feel loved and wanted and not like it was her fault. But since the asshole doctor had already let the cat out the bag, there was no getting around the truth.
Things were never the same again after that. And then one day I came home and she was just gone. The next thing I knew I was being served with divorce papers and the reason listed was infidelity.
I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. I never even looked at another woman since we met. But no amount of talking convinced her and then there came a time when I no longer cared to.
I gave her some money that didn’t even make a dent in my wallet, took my dog and got the fuck out of her radius.
Now that dog was giving me the stink eye, no doubt he could smell her scent on me. He’d been hoodwinked by her too, she was his mommy and no amount of talking to his stupid ass was gonna change that.
He misses her I’m sure. Each time the doorbell rings he sets up a racket until I open it and someone else is standing there.
I always know whom it was he expected by the look he gives me before turning his back and trotting off to some other part of the apartment.
He was another one of the reasons I’d loved her so much. She was great with my dog. She was the one who took him on his walks, to the vet for regular check-ups and stayed on top of his shots and everything else a dog could possibly need.
There were many evenings I’d come home to find the two of them curled up on the couch watching TV together or believe it or not, having a one sided conversation. She even got him his own house made in an exact replica of ours. Like I said, nuts.
My friends and acquaintances saw a shallow self- absorbed airheaded blonde and she might be those things, but she really rang my bells, and our sex life was fucking off the charts. Pun intended.
If I’d had any sense I would’ve fucked her without the ring and left it at that. But how many hot-bodied virgins were there left out there?
When I took her the first time and saw the blood on my cock, felt the give of her maidenhead; I was a goner. She was my gem, my diamond among cubic zirconia.
Even with her air of innocence that was well hidden behind her scatter brained behavior, I’d never in a million years expected her to be a virgin.
I proposed to her the night I took her virginity and she’s been mine ever since. Well until she threw me out and accused me of a heinous act.
I thought we’d spend the rest of our lives together, was all set to roll over and see that amazing face every morning for the rest of my life. But she had to go and fuck it up.
Now it’ll never be the same again, we will never be the same again. It’s still one of the hardest losses of my life. But I’ve chosen to chalk it up to experience.