Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1

... support, the items in the trust, infidelity clauses, a bunch of things. But there’s nothing in here about child support.

“I’m not a lawyer, but even with infidelity, I bet she could claim to be the primary caregiver and get you on the hook for a pretty hefty chunk. And that wouldn’t go away if she remarried.” She smiled at me. “And you’re a decent guy. I imagine, if you hadn’t caught her cheating, you would give the mother of your child a little more wiggle room if she decided she wanted a no-fault divorce later.”

I sighed. “I swear to God. I just want to be done with this bullshit.”

“Buck up, Jason. She can only drag her feet for so long.”

That was true, but “so long” turned out to be much longer than I’d anticipated. She would request meetings and fail to show up. She insisted on counseling, then dithered on the counselor; the judge we were assigned was big on reconciliation, so she gave Kim leniency there. I had no idea where she was getting the money to pay for the lawyer at first, but Cass suggested that maybe she was taking it out in trade.

Kim kept amping up the harassment, too. First, she got other people involved. Our friends texted me and dropped by. Her family did, too. Kim’s sorority sisters really got into it, with a fair number even suggesting that if I got back with her, they would be happy to help me get even first, with Kim’s approval. And my frat brothers, some of them, came by unannounced; most were on her side, but a few let me know that ...

... she’d tried to seduce them so that they’d try to bring me back into the fold. I guess there was still some fraternal solidarity left out there.

I switched phone numbers and only gave the new number out to trusted folks, so that helped a little, but that still left in-person visits. I knew it was just a matter of biding my time, but I was so fucking sick of hearing her name that I wanted to scream.

Through it all, I had a few loyal companions: a handful of folks from high school and college, my brothers, my father, and Cass. It would have been easy for her to side with Kim or even to just step aside, but instead, our friendship grew over the months of my divorce. She understood my frustration; I think hers might have been even greater than mine in some ways, due to her disappointment in her sister.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t start to have feelings for Cassandra. She was sarcastic as hell, and I was often on the receiving end of her wit, but it never felt mean-spirited. I started to go over to her place to escape the Disciples of Kim, who kept knocking on my door and asking if I’d heard the good word about reconciliation.

Cass was a study in contrasts. She was a true blue– or black, I suppose– goth, but she had some pretty old-fashioned notions on fidelity and propriety. During a long, drunken conversation on the subject, I learned that she was only interested in long-term relationships. She’d had two boyfriends, and a disastrous one-night stand in between that ...