“You’ve never told me why you and Chris split up?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, but you’re hurting.”
“Don’t say that mum, I’m not fucking hurting.”
“…Sounds like your fine.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you. Fuck him! You need to see him when he picks up the kids so it’s best that it stays this way. Anyway, if you want, ask him.”
“No. That’s for you to tell me, you’re my daughter. He did say that it was his fault.”
“Oh how fucking magnanimous of him. Prick!”
“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me, I won’t ask again.”
“You will! You can’t help yourself!”
“Fuck it mum! Do you want to know? Do you really want to know?”
“Fair enough, but let me finish all the way through. And I’ll tell you exactly what happened!”
“I’ll say nothing.”
“Look at me mum. I’ve no tits and dirty brown hair. I’m not much to look at and I always wondered what he saw in me.”
“Fuck off! You said you would let me tell you.”
“Sorry, go on.”
“I’ll always remember those big tits bouncing as she ran away from me. She was a natural blonde too. Bitch. She screamed as my punch caught her on the side of the head. It wasn’t fucking hard enough. I threw a bottle of wine at her, it missed. I’m shite at throwing.
…I knew that prick was capable but I suppose, because of the kids, I didn’t think he would. I caught him looking. Looking? I mean ogling. Any woman with big tits and he was drooling. I hadn’t noticed about his penchants for blondes though.”
“I think you need to start at the beginning.”
“…She was my work-mate. More than that, she was my friend. Well, I thought she was. We went to her house for a party and all ended up pissed. We went to bed, the boys were sound. He wanted to fuck but I wouldn’t, not with the kids in the same room. But I did blow him…Don’t look at me like that mum, you fucking asked!
…just to stop him whispering in my ear and to get his invasive dick away from my arse. He was sleeping before I stopped gagging. He’d been sweating like a horse as he’d been dancing with her most of the night. I didn’t let myself think much of that.
I should’ve let him know that I was still awake when he crept out of the bed. But another blow job would have taken a lot longer so I lay there and pretended to snore.”
“Okay, I know where this is going but I think you need to get it off your chest.”
“…I think I did nod off and when I woke, he still hadn’t returned. I thought he’d just went outside for a cig. But that was when I heard the muffled banging. We all know that sound. The sound of trying to fuck quietly, we’ve all done it.
I knew, I just fucking knew.
I got out of bed, checked on the boys and followed the quiet noise. It was coming from what she used as her study. I regret bumping the door with my foot, that gave her a chance to get off him and run by me. I really wanted to donkey punch the slut.
He was all apologetic, blaming the drink. Her husband got out of bed and she’d managed to grab a robe. The hen-pecked cunt just asked us to leave! That was it. I was ranting and raving and the prick that I married held me back off of her. I heard kids shouting, theirs and ours. That brought me back to my senses.”
“The kids didn’t see any of this?”
“No. I’m glad about that. It was probably me that woke them. I lied to the boys as I dressed them and called for a taxi. He wanted to drive us home. So not only did he fuck her, he wanted us to get into a car with him still steaming. That wasn’t going to happen. I ignored the boys’ pleas for their dad.”
“Where did Chris go?”
“He knew better than to come home. I locked the door and left the key in. I don’t know where he spent the night and I didn’t give a fuck. I was hoping that he would wrap his car around a tree.
I went back to work on the Monday and she asked if we could talk. I told her to fuck off and went in to see my boss. I asked him to put me on the opposite shift. He wanted a reason and I told him. I wasn’t going to fucking hide it, why should I? To be fair, he was good with me and very supportive. He told me to take a couple of days off to get everything sorted out. I’ll always be thankful for that. I didn’t realise how much hate I had.”
“I’m so sorry Linda. I had sort of guessed, but you needed to say it.”
“It’s water under the bridge now. I only had to put up with her at shift change. But every time I did, I could only see the big-titted blonde cunt who fucked my husband.
My husband the arsehole.
I should thank her, but I’ll just hate them both.”
“You should have told me sooner.”
“I didn’t want to face that he didn’t prefer me and that I’ve always been right. I knew what everyone said was true.
…I punched above my weight.”
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