Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1

... We’ll get through this, baby.”

“No, Kim. No. It’s… I’m being honest. It’s not about you cheating; it’s that I don’t want to be married to you. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.”

As if talking to a particularly petulant child, she said, “Baby, I know you’re hurt, but–”

“No, Kim! I’m not, and that’s part of the problem! I just want you gone!”

She crossed her arms, defiant. “Well, I’m not going. We can’t get through this if we’re not together. I’m your wife, and I’m going to stay. We’re going to make this marriage work, Jason.”

So. That’s why I got a restraining order against my wife. Or, at least, the trust got a restraining order against her, to keep her off the premises of my house. The trust’s house. Whatever. She cleared out her stuff a few days later, while I wasn’t there, but a sheriff’s deputy was. I couldn’t get a restraining order against her myself because she hadn’t actually threatened me, and the judge didn’t believe she was a danger to me.

That was sort of accurate. Kim wasn’t a physical threat to me, but she Just. Would. Not. Give. Up. It was like the Terminator as a chick flick. She was living with a sorority sister, and she had nothing but time on her hands. Within a few days, she was banned from my work, then the parking lot of my work. Then, my favorite coffee shop. My gym. Local game store. I kept thinking of that line fromPulp Fiction, that if I went to Indochina, Kim would pop out of a bowl of rice to beg me to take her back.

The texts ...

... and calls were endless until I blocked her. None of them were angry, just pleading, even after the restraining order. When I tried to have her served at her friend’s house, she fled out the back. It took four attempts to finally get the papers into her hands.

Then the calls from other numbers started; I don’t know how she learned about IP and phone number spoofing, but it was a tossup whether a junk call would be a message about my car’s warranty expiring or my wife insisting we just needed to sit down and work things out.

She was relentless. I had lunch with Cass and asked her for suggestions, insight, advice, and anything to get her sister to just accept the divorce and go away.

“I have no fucking clue. She’s never done this before.”

I laughed mirthlessly. “Oh, that’s just great.”

“Sorry, man. I have no idea–” Cass paused, then slowly said, “Welll… wait, I have a couple of ideas, actually.”

“Do tell.”

She took a sip of her coffee. “The first is that she does love you, actually loves you, and she just won’t give up because of that. She’s not used to hearing ‘no’ from guys; I remember some of them trying to stay with her even after she cheated. I don’t think she’s ever really been on this end of things, where she’s not ready for the relationship to end.

“So, yeah, maybe she just can’t give you up. That’s possible; I mean, you are really–” She stopped and cleared her throat, then took another sip. “I’d believe it. She’s never had a relationship as long as ...