What The Hell Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

What The Hell Ch. 01

... and blue chemo blanket. I walked slowly, allowing the emotions of these last days overtake me. I lifted her blanket, wrapped it around my body and curled up on the couch.

I felt the couch move and I felt Al wrap his arms around me.

"You know she loved this blanket. She loved it even more simply because you bought it for her." Al held me tighter.

"He is cheating, or has cheated on me." I started crying again. I blubbered away, "His father sleeps with his slut EA." I sobbed again.

"The apple didn't fall far from the tree. The other day he showered when he came home from work. He took a shirt and pants to the dry cleaner. When I picked it up, they told me about the purple lipstick that was hard to get out of his shirt." I paused briefly then started crying.

"I don't own purple lipstick!" I just dropped my head.

I just cried Al comforted me as much as he could. He offered to call some of his buddies from Southie but I told him that wasn't necessary. We sat on the couch and just talked my dad and me.

Al offered for me to sleep over, in my room. I accepted his offer; I didn't want to be alone. It was around 11:00 when we walked up the very familiar staircase, he went his way, and I went mine.

Who knew I would be sleeping in my childhood bedroom again.

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Four days later Carl came home from his trip. I was waiting at the door, like a good woman should. I was going to wait until the perfect moment to explode, but it never came. I made certain he knew I ...

... picked up the dry cleaning; all of it.

When my alarm went off, I woke up, showered, dressed and was out the door. I was numb around him. I didn't want him touching me, but I couldn't be alone. God I hate myself right now.

The next morning in the ER was super busy. There was a school bus accident and those poor kids were wicked scared. Mostly were bumps and bruises. It sort of scared Lisa knowing it could have been her kiddo.

I pulled into the driveway and took a few deep breaths. I would remain calm and loving. I still loved him, I think, but did I? I opened my car door, gathered my stuff and headed into the house.

I really don't think I love him. How could I? He cheated or is cheating on me. I need to make a decision.

I opened the door to see Carl, his mother and father in the living room. Each had a glass of wine. I smiled and commented that I was going to take a quick shower washing the ER off of me and would join them momentarily.

I took my time in the shower, and then dressed in lounge pants and a t-shirt. I brought my scrubs out and threw them in the laundry then came into the living room and sat next to Carl like I was supposed to.

He handed me a glass of wine. Then the conversation started, about my day, what was my schedule this week? The pretty standard stuff. That is when the proverbial 'stuff' hit the fan.

"We have some new ideas for the wedding, we were thinking of spring, maybe early April." Carl's mother Andrea spoke.

I looked at Carl ...