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February Sucks Only If You Let It

... purse in front of her chest. I took off my coat and flung it toward the closet.

"What are you scared of? Have I ever hit you?"

"No. No, you never hit me before. It's just that the way you acted tonight. I've never seen that side of you before," she said with moistening eyes.

"What can I say? I've haven't been in battle mode in a very long time. Certainly not if front of you. So, so why did you try to cheat on me tonight?"

"Cheat? I didn't try to cheat. Mark asked me to dance with him, and he was such a nice gentleman. I couldn't say no. You could have been nice and let Mark take me..."

Just then her cell phone buzzed and Linda looked at it.

"You told me earlier that all your dances were for me, yet when shit bird Marky asks you to dance, you tried to go off with him. What's with the phone? I'm talking to you," I said angrily.

"It's Dee. She's at the police station. Mark is there too. Poor Mark, they're booking him," she said sadly.

"Cool! Two shit birds in jail. May be they can get a cell together and..." I said with glee.

Her cell phone buzzed again and Linda read the message intently. I didn't like the smile on her face.

"I have to take this," Linda said excitedly as she started to text back. As she passed me, I grabbed the phone out of her hand, strode to the bathroom and locked the door. She immediately started pounding on the door as she demanded her phone back.

As I scrolled though her text messages, I was shocked by the evil plot and ...

... treachery. Apparently, Dee, Linda, and Wendy had been planning for months to try to hook up with Lothario Marky, now called Jailbird Marky. Dee somehow managed to communicate with Marky's press agent and knew that Marky was going to be at the club tonight.

Linda was now hurling obscenities at me while she pounded on the door. The most shocking messages were the last few. Dee talked to Marky at booking. Marky wanted to get back at me by hooking with Linda next week. He offered to take Linda with him to Paris and spend the week. Dee then asked Linda if she was interested.

Linda's cut-off answer was,"REALLY?! I'll g-"

WTF! That lying, back-stabbing, cheating slut! I tried to get my extreme anger under control lest I do something really bad to her. After a few minutes, I noticed it was quiet. Did she leave to me and go to her lover? I cautiously opened the door and found Linda sitting on the floor and blocking the path to the hallway door. She was crying silently.

"I want a divorce," I said in a low flat voice.

"No! No! Please let me explain! It's not what you think."

"No need to explain. You're a lying cheating slut who back-stabbed her husband. You disgust me!"

"Please, it's not as it seems. It-it started as a joke. We thought a celebrity like him would never consider one of us married cows as a one night stand. Then Dee found out that Mark enjoyed married women. So it became the fantasy focus of our GNO conversations. We fantasized what it would like to be ...