Infidelity
Chapter 1 And The Dreams That You Dare To Dream (Really Do Come True)
The young man did not want to get out of bed. It felt so good to be in her arms. It made him question what he believed to be true all these years.
"Do you have to leave?" She whispered the words softly into his chest.
"Yes, baby," he whispered back as they shared another kiss, "I'm sorry."
She wanted to tell him with all of her heart that he didn't need to be sorry. She didn't want to leave him just as much as he didn't want to leave her. They both had young children (ages three and five respectively) and other spouses. How does something like this start? She thought about that, as she knew he was watching her get dressed. It felt wonderful to be appreciated. It was the winter of 1983 she remembered as she put her hair back up. She remembered that because the window in the living room was busted and one of her husband's friends who worked for the local glass company was supposed to replace it for half price. He didn't show up and she was freezing and had a new baby to take care of. All of sudden his general laziness started to make her feel that he could never be a good provider for her and the baby. She wanted to take a year off so she could bond with her son and granted he worked. 'Worked hard' he would say and she supposed that was true but he never wanted to improve their station in life. She didn't need the latest lipstick or some designer blouse that she'd wear once and throw away. She needed to make sure her son would be taken care of properly. Love (and even that stopped after awhile) was not enough. He came by after she sent her husband out of the house after they fought about "If I called the OTHER glass company the window would be fixed by now." He brought his three-year-old daughter because she wanted to see the baby. She didn't mean to cry in his arms after his daughter fell asleep on the sofa. His touch was soft and his shoulder available for her to cry on. He too had his own problems. His wife was offered a job on the west coast and if he didn't want to go "fine" (so much for the great love) but there was no way she wasn't leaving without their daughter. (Like Hell). So he grinned and bared it and didn't want to put up a fight. He didn't want his daughter to grow up like that. He had to leave his well paying job and start a new in California. Once a month they'd have their visits. Each of them amazed that it has been two years and their secret was still safe.
"You didn't finish your story before about----" he said as he buttoned up his blue shirt.
"He got a raise and between his no-nothing job and my job at the art gallery we barely get by." She put on her generic mascara. She hated how it clumped and made her look older than she was.
"While I don't have much you are wel---"
She slid across the bed almost twisting her ankle so she could kiss him.
"No. I appreciate it though. But you too have a lovely little girl to raise."
"I can't even add much to her college fund. Do you know how that makes me feel? F***. My parents were right."
"We'll find away we always do. You love your little girl that's all that counts."
He buttoned her silver anchor shaped buttons on her nautical themed blouse. He wondered if he should tell his wife about this but she already was making him go prematurely gray behind the ear. That he could just picture her screaming making the paint peel off the walls. She wouldn't let him see his daughter again. She'd be vindictive like that. He didn't have the money to hire a high-powered attorney.
He kissed her nose. "Thanks. But all the love in the world isn't going to pay for her school."
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we told them about us?"
"Every single day," he admitted, "But I don't think that's the best idea."
"Me too on both counts. I think he'd kill you." She picked up his blazer that was on the floor.
"You'll be flying in next month---"
"I wouldn't miss your daughter's birthday party. And your wife did send us plane tickets."
"She hasn't been nice to me in a long time." He replied heartbroken.
"I never thought you two would be unhappy. You guys overcame a great deal. What a terrible outcome for you."
"It happens. Everything is my fault according to my wife."
"And I'm not happy raising my son in this environment."
He helped her off the bed so they both could stand up.
"I love you," She embraced him tightly before putting a kiss on his lips, "Eric."
"I love you too, Jackie."
Chapter 1 And The Dreams That You Dare To Dream (Really Do Come True)
The young man did not want to get out of bed. It felt so good to be in her arms. It made him question what he believed to be true all these years.
"Do you have to leave?" She whispered the words softly into his chest.
"Yes, baby," he whispered back as they shared another kiss, "I'm sorry."
She wanted to tell him with all of her heart that he didn't need to be sorry. She didn't want to leave him just as much as he didn't want to leave her. They both had young children (ages three and five respectively) and other spouses. How does something like this start? She thought about that, as she knew he was watching her get dressed. It felt wonderful to be appreciated. It was the winter of 1983 she remembered as she put her hair back up. She remembered that because the window in the living room was busted and one of her husband's friends who worked for the local glass company was supposed to replace it for half price. He didn't show up and she was freezing and had a new baby to take care of. All of sudden his general laziness started to make her feel that he could never be a good provider for her and the baby. She wanted to take a year off so she could bond with her son and granted he worked. 'Worked hard' he would say and she supposed that was true but he never wanted to improve their station in life. She didn't need the latest lipstick or some designer blouse that she'd wear once and throw away. She needed to make sure her son would be taken care of properly. Love (and even that stopped after awhile) was not enough. He came by after she sent her husband out of the house after they fought about "If I called the OTHER glass company the window would be fixed by now." He brought his three-year-old daughter because she wanted to see the baby. She didn't mean to cry in his arms after his daughter fell asleep on the sofa. His touch was soft and his shoulder available for her to cry on. He too had his own problems. His wife was offered a job on the west coast and if he didn't want to go "fine" (so much for the great love) but there was no way she wasn't leaving without their daughter. (Like Hell). So he grinned and bared it and didn't want to put up a fight. He didn't want his daughter to grow up like that. He had to leave his well paying job and start a new in California. Once a month they'd have their visits. Each of them amazed that it has been two years and their secret was still safe.
"You didn't finish your story before about----" he said as he buttoned up his blue shirt.
"He got a raise and between his no-nothing job and my job at the art gallery we barely get by." She put on her generic mascara. She hated how it clumped and made her look older than she was.
"While I don't have much you are wel---"
She slid across the bed almost twisting her ankle so she could kiss him.
"No. I appreciate it though. But you too have a lovely little girl to raise."
"I can't even add much to her college fund. Do you know how that makes me feel? F***. My parents were right."
"We'll find away we always do. You love your little girl that's all that counts."
He buttoned her silver anchor shaped buttons on her nautical themed blouse. He wondered if he should tell his wife about this but she already was making him go prematurely gray behind the ear. That he could just picture her screaming making the paint peel off the walls. She wouldn't let him see his daughter again. She'd be vindictive like that. He didn't have the money to hire a high-powered attorney.
He kissed her nose. "Thanks. But all the love in the world isn't going to pay for her school."
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we told them about us?"
"Every single day," he admitted, "But I don't think that's the best idea."
"Me too on both counts. I think he'd kill you." She picked up his blazer that was on the floor.
"You'll be flying in next month---"
"I wouldn't miss your daughter's birthday party. And your wife did send us plane tickets."
"She hasn't been nice to me in a long time." He replied heartbroken.
"I never thought you two would be unhappy. You guys overcame a great deal. What a terrible outcome for you."
"It happens. Everything is my fault according to my wife."
"And I'm not happy raising my son in this environment."
He helped her off the bed so they both could stand up.
"I love you," She embraced him tightly before putting a kiss on his lips, "Eric."
"I love you too, Jackie."