Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Right now, I feel as if I’m in limbo, and that’s probably part of the reason for my feelings of melancholy at this stage in the game. Because until my divorce is final by law, I’m still married to that dick, and as such, I want to carry myself with as much dignity as I possibly can until I can see the back of Kevin the snake and the life he’d shit all over.
Now, you might ask yourself, since that’s the case, why didn’t I just give him the house? But I have a perfectly good answer to that, maybe two or three. One, I’m the one that made this place a home for us and our kids.
Two, this is where I’ve always imagined having my kids and grandkids when they came for the big family events that I’d been planning since they were little, and last but not least, because I know how much this house means to my asshole ex.
The house was always a sign of prestige for him. It sits in one of the best neighborhoods in our city and carries a bit of class stigma with it. And if all that isn’t enough, the way I see it, he’s the one who’d crapped all over everything we’d built here together, so why should he reap any kind of reward for that. Low key, though, I just like sticking it to him and taking him for everything I can get my grubby little hands on.
I’ve been reading some of those self-help books for women my age in my position, and I’ve got to say, the people who write that shit have either never been married or they were born with dicks. I’ll be double damned if I’m going to walk around here being the bigger person all the time. The hell with that. Let someone else wear the big girl panties for a change.
Since I can’t inflict the same pain on him as he did me because I have morals, after all, I’ll hit him where I know it will hurt, and for him, that’s his pocket and his good name. To that point, whenever anyone asks about the divorce, I’ll be sure to give them all the details. This is the South, a place where time forgot.
So, while the rest of the country is heading hard for hell in a handbasket, we’re still stuck somewhere a good fifty years behind. Meaning we still believe in handshakes to seal the deal, and men who screw around on their wives with younger women are still shunned in certain circles.
You see, contrary to popular opinion, in these parts, it’s the women who run shit, even if we do it from behind the scenes. All it would take is one-afternoon tea with a select group of women to get the ball rolling, and Kevin the hump won’t have a leg to stand on.
There would be no more golfing buddies and no old pals to go fishing with on the weekend. Because once I put the bug in their wives’ ears, he’d be ostracized like he had the bubonic plague. And yes, you can bet your ass my vengeful butt is gonna do just that just as soon as I get him out of my house.
I was just getting myself in a dither again, so I walked away from the mirror and went to find something to wear to bed since I didn’t really feel like getting dressed again that day, but I did feel a lot better, all things considered. I hadn’t given any thought to that girl or who attacked her, and I didn’t plan to. That part of my life was decidedly over, and besides, it had nothing to do with me.
KEVIN
“Why did you do that? Why did you give the cops Jolene’s name? Jo would never do something like this.”
“Jo? You’re still calling her by that pet name?” Of all the things to get upset about at a time like this, she would latch onto that. What the hell had I gotten myself into here anyway? The more time goes by, the more I realize what a colossal mistake I had made.
What happened to those feelings of excitement I had in the beginning? That adrenaline rush that had spurred me on to have the affair. How come it all seems to have disappeared now that things were out in the open? Was it just the chase, then? Just the sneaking around and getting away with something I shouldn’t? Isn’t that a bit childish in hindsight?
“Listen, I keep telling you, Jolene and I were together for a very long time; you can’t expect me to just forget everything about her overnight, so stop acting like a spoilt child and focus on what’s going on here. Now, who attacked you? Because it wasn’t Jolene.” I wanted to say that we’d done enough to my poor wife already, but I knew that that would only cause bigger issues.