February Sucks for Walter Mitty - Sex Stories

February Sucks for Walter Mitty

... thing to the attention of the Bills' front office. He, Moizoos and Smith were suspended. It didn't mean much, since the season was over, but it's the thought that counts.

Meanwhile, Bailey got me a divorce lawyer. Dolores Cartwright was no-nonsense, straightforward, and--thankfully!--willing to make house calls to a hospital. In the absence of any real evidence of adultery, we went with irretrievable breakdown. I asked for primary custody, the house, and full control of my business; in return, I offered all of our shared savings, and agreed to take full responsibility for the mortgage, with the proviso that we'd split the equity when Tommy went to college. Based on the standard calculations, child support and alimony were pretty much a wash.

It was a generous offer, particularly as I wasn't pushing the DA to charge Linda as an accessory to my assault. Still, according to the terms, Linda would have to move out once I was fully recovered and able to take care of the kids. We agreed that, if she pushed back, we'd refile under cruel and inhuman treatment. Even if that didn't get a signoff from the judge, it would definitely scar her standing in the community.

Under Dolores' guidance, I closed our joint credit cards, took Linda off my insurance and did all the other little things you do when you decide to separate from your spouse. Linda and I had always kept separate bank accounts--at her insistence--so splitting our finances was pretty easy.

While I was setting ...

... all the legal things in motion, Linda was doing some damage control of her own. When Mom barred her from visiting me in the hospital, she proceeded to complain to anyone who'd listen about how I was doing her wrong. She also responded to my Facebook post, claiming that she didn't know what happened after she turned her back on me in the parking lot, and reasserting her right to enjoy the opportunity that fell into her lap that night.

I, obviously, disagreed--as did almost everyone who commented on her post. I had a lot of fun reading the reactions, although it still hurt to laugh.

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After a couple of days in the hospital, Dr. Patel told me that, since the morgue didn't want me, he was going to let me go out the front door. I faked a chuckle and told him not to quit his day job.

I stayed with my parents while I recovered. Mom and Dad ferried the kids back and forth a couple of times, which gave me a chance to keep up with them--and watchFrozen a few more times. I'm not sure whether that helped my recovery or not, but having Emma and Tommy around definitely raised my spirits.

Lying in my old bed in Mom and Dad's house, I had a lot of time to think over my relationship with Linda. I realized that I'd spent the last few years in a sort of self-imposed fog. Between the kids, my job, politics, the weather, and so many other things, I had chosen to overlook Linda's anti-male comments, her bouts of condescension, her need for control, and a host of other little warning ...