Kicked Out Of The House

[SEVERUSMAX]

Jim Jackson, aged 35, has just been kicked out of his house by his estranged wife, Jillian. He is staying at a motel and trying to find a lawyer and a new place. He is also very PISSED that she would presume to kick him out of a place that belongs to both of them, not just her. It's illegal and wrong, after all. The marriage might be a formality, but the house is property, and in property, law is everything.

The Jacksons' marriage has been declining ever since it turned out that it was his wife who was sterile, not him. When he suggested in vitro fertlization as a solution (after all, she had suggested a sperm donor in the past, when it appeared that HE was infertile), she got furious and refused to sleep with him until he agreed to simply be childless.

She also destroyed much of his property and he is thinking of suing her over it. In the meantime, he doesn't believe in waiting for red tape, so he is getting back into the dating scene. After all, he would like to get wild and have an open relationship. In the meantime, he can always fuck around.

Jillian is shopping for a new husband, btw.

I'll play Jim. He would prefer not to be monogamous in the future, but he has never cheated in the past. He believes in keeping his word, after all.

Someone else can play Jillian. She is 32.

They have been married for 4 years at this point. All of the passion is gone. Only disgust and mistrust remain.

There are other spots available for anyone who wishes to join in.

 

[Candywine]

Candace MacIntosh

OOC: How about his blonde bimbo fling, fuck toy whenever he wants.

Candace MacIntosh
Candy for short
25
5'6"
130 Pounds
Long Blonde Hair down to her ass
Blue Eyes
36DD/26/36

Candace met Jim at a bar one night, and they had hit it off quite well. This was right after his wife had kicked him out, and he was just looking for some fun that night. She gave him her number in case he ever was looking for a quicky, or a night of passion, hell even a place to stay. She made her money the old fashioned way, she was a porn star.

OOC: You know that Blonde Bimbo younger woman that the man hooks up with after wife kicks him out, or he leaves wife for. hehe

 

[sharingfantasies]

Jillian the soon to be ex wife.

Jillian was disgusted. Four years up in smoke. And to top it off she couldn’t have kids. It just didn’t seem fair, she had wanted children all her life. She did all the right things, had a career, fell in love, got married, and then wham! No kids. Then Jim, who always seemed to be blase’ about children, suddenly starts talking about in vitro? But when she had mentioned alternatives to pregnancy, he threw a fit. How dare he treat her as if she was being childish and immature. Maybe she would just adopt. The rules were different now, single parents could adopt. Maybe she would do like she told Jim and not have children.

Okay, so it might have been childish of her to insist that they go childless. But she was hurting and feeling depressed and she only wanted Jim to declare his love regardless of children or not. Well she sure got her answer. As long as she was being honest with herself, then she suppose she should admit that maybe she wasn’t in love with him, maybe she was in love with being in love.

But he wasn’t honest with himself either. They had met and married within a short time. Both of them lonely and super busy and wanting to have someone to come home to, someone to wake up to, someone with whom to share their thoughts. But it was obvious, more than obvious the past couple of years that they didn’t have much in common. No foundation to support their crumbling emotions. Nothing to keep the emotions from changing to anger and despair and sometimes true dislike.

Jillian didn’t hate him, but she didn’t like him very much either. She definitely didn’t want to be around him while she was angry and hurting and confused. It was easier for him to leave since she worked out of the home. She would need to sit down and look at the finances and see if she could earn enough to keep the house on her own. She felt bad about wrecking some of his things now that she was calmer but he had made her so angry. He had hurt her so much when he refused to say he would love her, barren or not. He just didn’t understand that for a woman, being able to bear a child was equal to a man’s ability to get it up.

She couldn’t have a child. She would never bear a child. The pain was horrendous and he hadn’t even held her when she found out. He had just shrugged and started to think of alternatives.. He shrugged when her whole life was erased with one sentence. And she had lost it completely. Taking out her pain on his things as if that would make her feel better. But it hadn’t. It had made her feel more tired than she had in all her thirty-two years. Tired and empty and very sad. Sad that she couldn’t have children. Sad that her husband didn’t love her. Sad that her life seemed as barren as her body. And, truthfully, she was sad that she had destroyed his things.

She had to grin though, stamping on his Xbox cartridges had felt good, almost as good as watching the console fly out the door. He loved those games more than he had loved her. But she did feel bad about taking the scissors to his favorite shirt. That was going a little overboard. But he could replace his games and find a new shirt to make his favorite, what he had ruined was infinitely more precious and couldn’t be replaced. He had ruined her love for him, their marriage, their lives.

Jillian slid her long fingers through her black hair, twisting it up into a knot to get it off her neck. Her green eyes surveyed the bedroom sadly, then she squared her shoulders. She had to clean up the place, then find a lawyer, then learn how to move on with her life.

(OOC: I may know someone to help poor Jillian start anew but won't know until after the weekend.)

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Jim Jackson

The lawyer was frank with him. He could file for divorce on grounds of irreconcilable differences and sue for destruction of property. An injunction to get her to allow him to return and retrieve the rest of his stuff would be harder, but still possible. He also advised Jim not to fight over the house. Odds were, without kids, he can get compensation for his half and use it to get a smaller place. He understood that the house was legally Jim's too still, but he didn't recommend trying to force the issue for practical reasons. He urged Jim to calm down and reflect on it.

To Jim, it was a stupid reason to divorce and kick him out. He was only suggesting the equivalent of what Jillian had been proposing for years. What was good for the goose was good for the gander too, right? If artificial insemination worked for male infertility, why not in vitro with a surrogate for female sterility? It made sense to him, and he didn't appreciate her double standard, her use of sex as a weapon, or her guilt trips, implying that he didn't love her if he chose not to pursue that option. It only sounded fair to him. Yes, she was hurt, but he had been hurt back when she thought that he was sterile. He had calmed down and gotten over it. Why couldn't she see reason too?

 

[sharingfantasies]

Jillian was still in bed. She couldn't think of a good reason to get up. Her life was in shambles, her marriage gone, and she had nothing in her future. She was drowning in self-pity and knew it, but she felt she deserved it. She wallowed for another half hour and then dragged herself up to the shower and then dressed.
Downstairs she made some coffee and toast, then headed for Jim's office. She was grateful she had insisted on knowing what was going on financially. She had heard of women who, upon losing their husbands, were totally lost and unable to cope. She was hurting but she would cope. She sighed deeply, she hadn't planned to cope, she had planned to be happily married ever after.

Sorting through the paperwork she realized that she wasn't going to be able to keep the house herself. Should she move out and leave it to Jim? From the numbers, she wasn't sure he could pay for it on his own either. She began a list of things they would need to discuss:

1. Should they sell the house and split the price they got, or did he think he could handle it?
2. What about the beach house, sell it?
3. There was some credit card debt, how did they want to handle that?
4. What did each person want from the house?
5. What did each person want from the marriage?

The last one wasn't really a question about finances, but she left it there. With a deep sigh, she called Jim's cell phone. They needed to talk before they went to lawyers.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Jim

"Hello, Winchester Weekly, Jim Jackson's desk. Is this a source?" he answered on his work phone. Being a reporter for the local news page had its drawbacks for sure.

 

[sharingfantasies]

"Jim, it is Jillian. I was wondering if you would come over after work? We need to talk about what is happening and what we are going do," Jillian spoke softly, sadly.

She waited for his response. The fact that she wasn't sure if he would even talk to her was just another indication of the shape of their marriage. She could hear the familiar noises in the background of his desk. Soon, she supposed, she wouldn't be calling her any more. So many changes. She wasn't ready for them. She wasn't sure she ever would be.

"Jim? Will you come over?"

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

"Yeah, I guess so, since I need to retrieve my stuff, whatever is left. It seems odd to be invited over to my own house, but oh, well," he spoke with a hint of annoyance and umbrage.

"Be over then at about 6. Then I have to do some house-hunting," he added.

Takes a lot of gall to invite a man over to his own house, but a divorce can lead to many things. Jim thought to himself as he hung up angrily and went back to work.

 

[sharingfantasies]

"Well," Jillian thought as she hung up the phone, "that had not gone very well." He is so angry, so full of hate. Any thoughts she might have had about trying to fix the marriage were obviously a waste of time. They were over, that was obvious. He wasn't interested in trying to work things out, he couldn't even stand coming to see her.

Despite all that had happened, and no matter how foolish it was, a part of Jillian had hoped.... Stupidly it would seem.

It was an hour before she shook herself out of her despondency. Glancing at the clock, she sighed, going into the den, she settled it at her computer and began to transcribe the medical records that were stacked in a huge pile at her desk. As she finished each set, she printed it out, then placed the transcript and the original papers into an large envelope, bulk mail stamped it, leaving it unsealed for the other records. Then she started on the next record. The medical terms took all her concentration so for a few hours she was able to forget her personal woes.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy was having a great day, and thought about Jim again. "Hmm I wonder what he's up to." She didn't have a home phone number for him, but she did know where he worked, so she called up his work phone, smacking on a piece of gum.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

malcolm MacDonald

The door to door salesman that's a hunk

Malcolm MacDonald
26
6' 5"
220 pounds of mucle
Black Hair
Emerald Green Eyes
Muscular and tanned.

Malcolm had been only able to find a job selling vaccums door to door. He seemed to make some good money doing it tho, for he seemed to have a knack for finding the lonely housewives that saw him and his boy next door looks and his tall lean firm body with the ready smile just made them melt.

He came up to the Jackson household and knocked on the door. When the lady of the house, at least he thought she was, opened the door he went into his speal about how she just needed the newest of vaccum cleaners for her magnificent house. He then noticed that she was hot, and he became very aware of that.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Candy was having a great day, and thought about Jim again. "Hmm I wonder what he's up to." She didn't have a home phone number for him, but she did know where he worked, so she called up his work phone, smacking on a piece of gum.

Jim answered his phone again, prepared for another exasperating false lead on a story. He had so many that day that, in retrospect, even his soon-to-be-ex-wife's call had seemed nice by comparison. False leads were sometimes all he got. Other times, he got all of the breaks. Such was the roller-coaster workweek of an investigative reporter.

"Hello, Winchester Weekly, Jim Jackson's desk. Is this a source or lead?" he asked for the millionth time. Damn, he would really need a stiff drink tonight! His stress and aggravation levels were reaching new heights for him.

He was very pleasantly surprised to hear from Candy. The aspiring porn queen seemed to have a serious intention of fucking him. He was very tempted. He was pissed at Jillian, he was ready to start over, and he found the attention flattering. He wondered what would be involved in having a porn star as a fuckbuddy. They could start with that and work from there. At least the chances of an open relationship were improved with a porn star.

And there was the novelty of being with a blonde. He had never dated a blonde. Hell, he had never even fucked a blonde! Most of his dates had been brunettes, and he had been married to 3 of them. That was another thing. After his third divorce, his ego could use a boost. Well, no one could say that he hadn't given monogamy a fair shake. 3 failed marriages were what he had to show for it.

Has to be more fun than being deprived of sex and arguing all of the time with a wife who hates me so much that she kicks me out of my own house and destroys my stuff.

His thoughts were tabled as he heard Candy speak. Her sexy voice was another great thing about her. That and her sexy ass.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

"So Jim, what are you up to today? I have the afternoon free if you need anything?" She let that part stay unsaid for she made it quite clear the first night that she met him what she meant by anything in asking that question. She was sitting in her apartment nude, getting a tan from the noonday sun.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Jim

"So Jim, what are you up to today? I have the afternoon free if you need anything?" She let that part stay unsaid for she made it quite clear the first night that she met him what she meant by anything in asking that question. She was sitting in her apartment nude, getting a tan from the noonday sun.

"Well, Candy, I have a brief visit to make to my estranged wife, and then I can take you up on that. It's a slow news day, after all. Life in a suburb and all. Like I told you, my marriage is basically over, in all but name. At least, one tends to assume that he is single again when his wife kicks him out of the house and destroys a bunch of property. I'm not ready for a long-term relationship yet with anyone, but I could use some company," he thought that he implied rather distinctly what he meant by "company". The "anyone" part was to make it clear that he didn't have a double standard (just as he hoped that she didn't) and wouldn't hold her career against her in his selection of a lover.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy smiled and knew exactly what he meant. "Sounds like a plan Jim, want to meet at the same club we first met at to have a couple of drinks, and then some?"

 

[sharingfantasies]

Jillian stared at the huge man standing on her doorstep. She looked up from her sixty-seven inches to his way of six feet and asked, "May I help you?"

It turned out he was a salesman. Jillian didn't even know they had door to door salesman any more. The last time she could remember anyone selling something at the door, besides Jesus, she had been a little girl and an encyclopedia saleman had come to the door. She wasn't sure if she should let him in or not. Life was a lot different than it used to be and letting strangers into your house could be dangerous even here in the suburbs.

She stood on the threshold of her door and listened to his spiel. He had it down fairly well so she figured he had been doing this awhile. While listening to his patter she looked him over. Young, but very good looking. The type of guy that knew he was goodlooking and expected others to know it also. She wondered if he actually made a living selling vacuums to housewives of America. Seems to her that she was one of the few people that was actually home in the middle of the day. Most people had to work as did she, thinking of the large pile of folders waiting for her.

When he started to open his case, she gave up and invited him into the house. As he began to show her different brochures, she wondered why she was listening. She had a perfectly good vacuum or at least the cleaning service did. Her mind wandered to Jim as she realized that there were going to be many changes in their lives if they didn't figure out how to make things work. One of those changes would be the services that she had taken for granted, the gardener, the pool service, the cleaning service.

Blinking, she realized he had finished talking and was waiting for a response. She had no idea what he had just said. Looking slightly confused, she answered his unknown question, "Why don't you leave your brochures with me and I will speak with my husband tonight? Then you can come back tomorrow and I will let you know what he decides."

She knew she sounded like one of those women who let their husbands make all the decisions and she wasn't really, she just felt lost with her world falling apart.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Candy smiled and knew exactly what he meant. "Sounds like a plan Jim, want to meet at the same club we first met at to have a couple of drinks, and then some?"

"Sure, why not? Short of a knocked-down, drag-out fight, I should be done in a brief time. I would love some drinks. I could certainly use a stiff one, anyway. Let's set a tentative time for 7? That will allow for the worst-case, but I can always show up early," he proposed, wanting to leave some room, but not to discourage her.

He seriously doubted that the meeting with Jillian would be long. There wasn't much more to say to each other. They both needed to move on. She needed a doormat, apparently, and he needed a more compatible and more even-handed partner. That's how he saw it, anyway. Kicking out of the house and destroying his property had been the last straw for him. It was a clear signal to him that his marriage was finished. He was only married in name now, and not for long. He'd consider legal separation if he wasn't in a hurry to get done with the whole painful process. Well, no kids meant a quicker, less expensive divorce at least. And his lawyer was a good friend that he trusted from college, Erwin Bates.

Part of him still loved Jillian. That was why her abrupt decision to kick him out over a simple fight was shocking and hurtful to him. It was also why he couldn't help but feel betrayed and unfairly treated. He had done nothing that she had not done. He had coolly proposed a solution when the other party was distraught and confused. He had been in the same boat before, and Jillian had shown a similar detachment. He had hoped that she would appreciate it like he had, his rational approach, free of unreasonable and vain resentment. Hadn't his ego been wounded too, when it was first blamed on him? He got over it. Why couldn't she?

Jim had always been obsessed with fairness and evenhandness. That's he was a journalist, fighting for justice his way and exposing corruption. He certainly couldn't stomach double standards, and he had to call a spade a spade. Jillian had imposed a double standard on him, kicked him out of the house, and destroyed his property. She had broken the law, mistreated him, and given him just grounds for divorce. She had also used sex as a weapon, which was new in their marriage, and frankly unforgiveable.

All of this was stuff that she would resent, if he had done it to her. Why couldn't she see that it was equally wrong to do to him? Oh, well, that was that. Time for a confrontation and the end of his crumbling marriage. They would both be happier in the long run without each other.

Jim got into his Jeep and headed home. Oh, wait, it wasn't home anymore. Force of habit, calling it home. He didn't live there anymore. She had made it quite clear when she kicked him out, and only reinforced it by "inviting" him over as if he were just another guest in her house. How insulting and humiliating! He growled like a ferocious and cornered animal as he drove to her house.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Jillian stared at the huge man standing on her doorstep. She looked up from her sixty-seven inches to his way of six feet and asked, "May I help you?"

It turned out he was a salesman. Jillian didn't even know they had door to door salesman any more. The last time she could remember anyone selling something at the door, besides Jesus, she had been a little girl and an encyclopedia saleman had come to the door. She wasn't sure if she should let him in or not. Life was a lot different than it used to be and letting strangers into your house could be dangerous even here in the suburbs.

She stood on the threshold of her door and listened to his spiel. He had it down fairly well so she figured he had been doing this awhile. While listening to his patter she looked him over. Young, but very good looking. The type of guy that knew he was goodlooking and expected others to know it also. She wondered if he actually made a living selling vacuums to housewives of America. Seems to her that she was one of the few people that was actually home in the middle of the day. Most people had to work as did she, thinking of the large pile of folders waiting for her.

When he started to open his case, she gave up and invited him into the house. As he began to show her different brochures, she wondered why she was listening. She had a perfectly good vacuum or at least the cleaning service did. Her mind wandered to Jim as she realized that there were going to be many changes in their lives if they didn't figure out how to make things work. One of those changes would be the services that she had taken for granted, the gardener, the pool service, the cleaning service.

Blinking, she realized he had finished talking and was waiting for a response. She had no idea what he had just said. Looking slightly confused, she answered his unknown question, "Why don't you leave your brochures with me and I will speak with my husband tonight? Then you can come back tomorrow and I will let you know what he decides."

She knew she sounded like one of those women who let their husbands make all the decisions and she wasn't really, she just felt lost with her world falling apart.

Malcolm smiled and nodded. "No problem ma'am, and I hope that you will be able to use this new model. It's perfect for the housewife, and even the busy business woman, or even house husband." He left her a stack of brochures and his business card with his number and cell phone number on it. "Just give me a call when you find out." He smiled, shook her hand and made his way out to his car.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Jillian watched the man walk away. She had to admit that she had always been attracted to tall men that filled out the shoulders of their shirts and the back of their jeans. Watching him walk was an exercise in pleasure. Her smile faded as she watched the car pull into the drive. Turning from the door but leaving it ajar, she headed for the kitchen. Pouring a cup of coffee for him, she poured herself a glass of milk. The stress of this marriage or breakup or whatever was getting to her stomach and milk always helped soothe the acid there. Besides the glass gave her something to hold onto, and she needed that right now. She heard him step into entry way as she came out of the kitchen. She wasn't sure how to greet him after all that had happened yesterday. He seemed to have the same problem as he stood there not moving.

So she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I am so sorry about wrecking your shirt. And I shouldn't have destroyed your game cartridges. That was wrong of me." She hesitated before admitting, "It was just that.. it was just that I was so hurt that I wanted to hurt you and it was a childish way to do it."

Her dimple showed as she grinned, "But I admit I have always hated that shirt and those games." Adding seriously, "But wrecking them was wrong."

Leading the way into the livingroom, she sat down in her favorite chair, watching him set his cup down and settle onto the couch, putting his briefcase up on the coffee table.

"Jim, do you think we can work this out?" She asked softly.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Jim

Ah, yes, that question. The one that he dreaded. He would have to answer it frankly, and it might well hurt. Oh, time to bite the bullet. Their marriage was over, and someone had to pronounce it dead.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that we can save this marriage. When the woman that I love, to whom I have committed myself, kicks me out of the house, uses sex as a weapon, destroys my stuff, and then has the gall to invite me over to my own house like I am simply a visitor, I take it as a clear signal that we are done. I have seen a side of you that I can't find compatible. I suggested something that you have suggested in the past, when we thought that I was sterile. Instead of taking it as well as I did, you kicked me out. No thanks. I don't like this side of you, this cruelty, this unfairness, this double standard, this apparent need for a more subservient kind of man than I can ever be. No, honey, our marriage is dead. Time to pronounce it that and find others that make each of us happier," he informed her bluntly, after taking a deep breath.

 

[sharingfantasies]

She physically flinched as she took the blow, worse than any blow below the belt, this one hit deep inside, deep to her soul. Eventhough she had been expecting it, the words hurt. She clenched the glass of cold milk tightly, the cold feel of it helping her to keep grounded, helping her to keep in her seat and not fly across the room wanting to hurt him as he had hurt her. She swallowed back the bile that rose from her stomach, swallowing some milk to counter it.

Nodding, her voice low and scratchy, hesitating between words as she sought to find the right words, as she tried to keep from crying. "I understand... I don't really think that those words are the real reason for your feelings.. but I understand what you aren't saying." She swallowed hard again. "When...when I reacted the way.. the way I did last night..." She looked up at him, into the face of the man she had loved, had married, had lived with for four years, known for more. The face that now looked at her not with love or interest or even care but just an obstinancy, set in stone. Perhaps he was covering for his own feelings, perhaps he had none left, she couldn't tell. And that alone was telling.

"Last night was not me destroying your things or even attacking you... it was me attacking me." She saw his expression, and gave a short laugh, one that contained no humor only sadness. "It wasn't really about you at all, you were there so I targeted all my hurt and anger and .. and took it out on you, because there was no me left inside to hurt."

She felt the tears start to fill her eyes and paused, breathing deeply, trying to control her emotions so that she could explain what she was feeling in a rational way. "I... I had just found out that I was no longer a real woman, no longer able to do something that I was supposed to be able to do naturally. What you suggested.. there was nothing.. nothing wrong with the idea.. it was," she paused to wipe the tears that she couldn't stop, her hands brushing at them briskly as if the motion could stop her feelings from pouring out onto the floor.

She looked away, looked at the glass of milk, "It was, just that what you said.... meant I was useless, nothing, less than whole, less than nothing. Wait.. wait.. let me finish," she put out her hand like a stop sign when he started to stay something, he face flushed with indignation.

Taking a deep breath, she shuddered hard as her body's tension shifted long enough to fill her lungs. "I know... I know that wasn't what you meant...or were even thinking.. or even ever entered your mind. I told you, it was me. My thoughts, my actions, me destroying me, destroying us."

Her voice low and tinged with the deep sadness she was feeling as she looked back at him, "But I think if you look deep inside, like I have been doing all night and today, .. really look deep... I think you will find that somewhere in this past year we lost our way, lost each other, whether it was the issue of a baby or whether this would have happened anyway, I don't truly know. But I think deep inside we fell apart long before last night. And maybe, part of what my anger was about, was finally recognizing that. I think..." she swallowed hard hating to admit this part that was just now forming as an idea in her mind, looking off into distance or maybe looking inwardly as she forced herself to be honest with herself, " I think maybe .. the reason having a baby was so important.... was that somewhere, subconsciously, somewhere inside, I already knew we were in trouble and maybe I hoped the baby would somehow," she gave him a sad smile of self-awareness of her own stupidity, " somehow that baby, that child would give us something ..that we could both love .. together.. since we no longer had that same love between us. " She looked at him again sadly, "It sounds stupid, it is stupid, but I didn't really realize that it existed, the idea I mean, until just now as I was saying the words."

Taking a deep breath, feeling herself start to shatter inside, she quickly forced the last few words she needed to say out, knowing she wouldn't be able to sit there and listen to him, knowing it was unfair but knowing she couldn't help it, speaking rapidly, "I needed to say that, needed for you to hear that, but I can't talk any more. I know it isn't fair, I know that we need to talk about more, about how to deal with this, to take apart us.." her voice broke as she spoke even faster, "Can we meet again tomorrow night, or maybe later in the week? I... can't do any more tonight, I am sorry. I just can't."

Looking up at him, she knew he could see her distress in her eyes, but she couldn't hide it any longer, her awareness of how final everything was, was just too much to hide from either of them, "Please, Jim, tomorrow? I am sorry, so very sorry... for everything."

She stood up quickly, practically leaping from the chair, suddenly needing to move. Mumbling that she would be back in a minute, she headed for the bathroom. One the door closed, she gripped the sink, trying to decide if she was going to be sick or not. Breathing deeply, trying to get some semblance of control over herself, recognizing the truth of what she had just admitted, and letting the pain of it all ripple through her as she slid to the floor, shaking, sobbing as she finally let it all go, him, the baby, the marriage, the future she had always planned.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Jim

Jim was in shock to see the complete change in his previously surly wife. She was truly shaken, and he actually felt some empathy for her at last. She was no longer the hateful woman who had kicked him out. She was a desperate woman at the end of her rope and facing the end of her dreams. He had been planning to note that he had felt just as hurt when he had thought that it was his fault, but he felt it best not to make her feel any worse than she already did.

"Alright, Jill. We'll make another appointment for tomorrow. My place? It's Room 375 at Winchester Inn. It will be a short meeting and we can discuss an amicable divorce, hopefully something that we can take to our lawyers and get their help with afterward. I don't want a vicious, angry divorce anymore. I just want both of us to move on. And for the record, I no longer want the house. It's not my home anymore. Too much pain. We'll talk tomorrow about it, but we can juggle enough to let you have it, if you wish. I don't want the beach house, either. We can sell it, if you wish. I just want my Jeep and a release from the mortgage," he informed her, actually hugging her before he left. He didn't kiss her, however. He didn't want to be cruel, by stringing her along. Not that there was much hope in her mind, real or otherwise.

He was reconsidering the lawsuit. Probably he would work something else out, some kind of long-term restitution or such. No sense in making this unpleasant. His vengeful mood was gone. He just wanted out of this toxic marriage.

Time to meet Candy. It's 6:15. He was running early, and he didn't plan to let time catch up with him. He doubted that he was going to marry again, or at least in the traditional sense. But a few fuckbuddies or even a girlfriend who didn't mind him screwing other girls would be nice.

He got into his Jeep and left without looking back. He didn't want to torment her any further.

 

[sharingfantasies]

When Jill came out of the bathroom, she felt empty but better. The tears had been cathargic, somehow releasing all the emotions that had been building up for the past couple of years. Now all she wanted to do was sign the necessary papers and move on with her life.

She thought back to what Jim had said just before she fell apart. He had agreed to meet again tomorrow, and mentioned a lawyer. She hadn't even thought of that. How did one go about finding a lawyer? She made some chicken noodle soup, wanting the comfort of it, and took the mug into the study and sat down at her computer. After thinking about possible keywords she began to search for a site that compared divorce lawyers in their area. She printed out the list and then realized that she didn't know who Jim had been to see. They obviously could not see the same person. She called his cell phone but got the messaging service, and left a short message asking for the name of his lawyer.

Then she began to look at houses in their neighborhood. She was shocked. She had no idea that the value of houses had gone up so much in the past four years. Jill wasn't sure about the taxes and other costs that would be involved but still even if they took half, that would leave them with a substantial figure. Then she went over the prices of the beach house and would have been as surprised if she hadn't already seen the other price.

If they sold both houses and split the amount, they could both afford a condo. They could split up the furniture, lord knows there was plenty here in the house for more than two condos. They each had their own car and office furniture, so they would come of it okay. She began a list of people that needed to be notified: real estate agent, utilities, insurance, oh, and their families. Sighing, she wondered if she could avoid that call for, maybe, forever.

Deciding that she had thought about this enough, she went back to work. It was late when she finished the last medical folder and sealed the envelopes to mail back to the medical office that hired her. She wrote up her hours on her billing record and shut down the computer. Jim hadn't called her back, so she made a note to try him again in the morning. Upstairs she got ready for bed, took a look at the bed and went down the hallway to the guest room. If Jim wanted the bed he could have it, she planned to never sleep in it again.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Jim

Jim tried to put his failed marriage out of his mind for the night. He was early at the club, and simply ordered a beer and some nachos with cheese dip to get started until Candy arrived. He didn't want to get too full or lit before she got there, but he didn't want to loiter, either. A nice lager and chips would be a good appetizer.

He sat there and drank his beer, while eating his nachos and waiting for her.

 

[jushorny]

Mike

Mike took his two year old son into his arms, giving his sister a kiss good-bye and thanking her, for the hundredth time, for helping with his move. It had been the most traumatic time in his twenty seven year old life. His wife of three years had died instantly in the car accident, the one woman he loved more than anything, someone he cherished as both friend and lover, the mother of his child.

Not only did Mike lose his wife, but he lost the bread-winner of the family as well. He was a stay at home dad, doing some consulting work from home at night while his wife enjoyed their son. Suddenly he not only had to raise his son but he had to bring in the money as well. He was forced to sell their home and determine a way to make a living without giving up the time with his son. He was determined that his son be raised by him, not by a nanny or day-care place.

A few months later his plan was set in motion. He sold their large home and bought a small beach side cottage. He set himself up in the house cleaning and maintenance business. Being a beach resort area one could always find people with enough wealth to have the homes and cottages cleaned and beach homes were always in need of repair. It was work he could do easily and he could bring his son along with him while working.

He sat on the deck, enjoying his first cold beer in weeks, watching his son play with his toy trucks, wondering if this would all work out. Hoping, in time, life would feel exciting again.