I was searching through my computer for old stuff i’d written earlier this year, and this is one of them. Just a story about cheating spouses and how they do what they do. I tried to write both A man and woman’s reason and strategy for their cheating ways Enjoy.
Wedding bands representing two different marriages. They both sat on ice, literally, in the ice bucket near the coffee machine and complimentary hygienic essentials. Playing on the television was a recap of the presidential election, which served as background noise to drown out the moaning from both myself and the woman seated on top of me.
My cell phone began to vibrate, scattering across the end table until falling to the floor. I could care less, It took me three long months to get my co-worker in bed, and nothing was important enough to ruin the moment. She felt the same way, turning her phone completely off. We both had our stories well prepared. Believable, as we spent an entire week constructing it to be one-hundred-percent foolproof, just as long as we could remember every bit of detail if needed to be explained again. It was laid out so well that we mentally fooled ourselves into believing it.
I hate to do this, and I know she feels the same way, but our personal lives are about as important as our careers, as our affair could damage pretty much everything we have in our separate lives. She was married with two children a beautiful home, and on her way to being promoted. To come out and speak of our affair would tear her family apart, along with the joint bank accounts and financial plans set between the two for their children’s future college tuitions. She didn’t want to go through the troubles of custody, child support and visitation rights, so it was best that our little sexcapades be kept secret.
My marriage died long ago, yet I still wore the ring and kissed my wife on the forehead and spooned every night while laying in bed with her. I’d become an expert at faking love, that every bit of our marriage had become an act. Sure, she still felt the same for me as she did when saying our marriage vows, but I could never look her in the eyes and tell her that I’d fallen out of love with her. I didn’t have a good enough reason. It could’ve been her weight gain, or the fact that she can’t give birth, no matter how many times we’ve tried. I just didn’t love her anymore, and I was a coward for not telling her when I first felt it.
Yet still, I went through every day as if everything was fine between us. One would never know how unsatisfied I was with my wife. Upon observation of our home and relationship, you’d think we were a normal happily married couple. That’s how good I became at hiding shit. Continue Reading