21 Years of Marriage RUINED By Cheating Wife’s Shocking News 

My mother-in-law called me the next day and shrieked invectives for a good 15 minutes, taking just one breath in that whole diet tribe. She started to scream right after I said hello. My father-in-law, who was always the more rational one, took the phone from her while she was still screaming. She didn’t even cheat on you and you’re divorcing her after 21 years. Are you [ __ ] nuts, Bob? He yelled. I gave him my version of the events that transpired and I could hear him making small strangling noises as I went along. Every now and then, he would quietly utter, “Really?” and then I would continue on.

At the end of the conversation, he seemed much smaller in spirit. He finally said, “I’m sorry, Bob.” And quietly hung up. I moved into a nearby two-bedroom apartment the next week. My daughter had decided to stay with my wife in the house for the next year until she went to college, but I figured the second room would come in handy if either kid wanted to stay over for a bit. They both were upset with me, even though they seemed to understand why I was divorcing their mother. I had a friendly phone conversation with my neighbor Jerry a few days after I moved into my own place. I informed him that his wife Lisa had a hand in my wife’s plans with Dan Wilson and that Tracy claimed he and Lisa were having marital problems. I told him I didn’t think he was involved in the breakup of my marriage, but his wife was somehow involved. And considering how close she and Tracy were, was Lisa also lining up a young stud for intimacy? Oh [ __ ] Jerry rasped over the line. So, you’re telling me I might have a problem, too.

Does your attorney give out group rates?

The social media phenomenon has both an upside and a downside. For me, an upside was getting all sorts of information about one Dan Wilson without even needing to hire a private investigator.

Saved me a boatload of money. Wilson was a co-orker of Lisa’s and had transferred to the local office from Cleveland about 6 months before my marriage imploded. He had a very pretty fiance who was still seeking a position in our city. So, he was driving home almost every weekend to see her. Apparently, he was trying to set up something with my wife for when he was in the city, so he would have a warm, welcoming woman in both places. I wondered if Tracy even knew about the kid’s fiance. Water under the bridge now, except for the phone call I placed to Wilson’s fianceé. I heard soon afterward from some sources that Dan’s wedding was called off and his fiance said he was welcome to have his old lady full-time. Did I mention that his fiance was the daughter of a very rich man? 2 weeks before the divorce was final was my 22nd anniversary with Trice. I had to admit I heard inside for what I had lost. But the longer I sat in front of my Swanson TV dinner, the more I knew in my head I was doing the right thing for me. I would have spent the rest of my life looking for clues that she was cheating on me if I stayed married. I knew with every fiber of my being that sooner or later she would find a way to cheat on me. She hated to lose at anything and would see not getting her way as a loss that would need to be rectified. I sipped a shot of a single malt and was in bed by 10 p.m. Happy anniversary to me. My phone rang about 1:00 a.m. and I noticed it was my soon to be ex-wife. I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but since I was already awake, I answered the call. She wailed clearly in the throws of passion.

I had heard the sounds often enough to know she wasn’t acting. There was more unintelligible squealing before Tracy exhorted her partner, presumably Wilson, to push harder. I should have ended the call immediately, but I was frozen in place. I listened in for another 2 minutes, long enough to hear Tracy’s paramore growl out his own release. I then hung up before they started cooing to each other post intimacy, wishing I was on a landline so she could hear me slam the phone down. If I had even the slightest doubt that I was doing the right thing, that sealed our fate. On the advice of my attorney, I had made it a habit to record all conversations with my wife. As I sat there with my blood pressure about to ring the bell, I hit the number for my in-laws. And when my father-in-law acknowledged his presence, I hit playback on my phone recorder app.

I let the whole 3 minutes play for him.

then ended the call. I was pretty sure there would be no repeats of that little one act play in the future. Unlike my wife, I didn’t avail myself of the charms of others until the divorce became official, and even then, I didn’t take a woman to bed for more than a year. I’ll admit that I struggled in my social life. It had been 24 years since I last dated, and since I never planned to date again, I hadn’t been keeping up on the dating scene. That proved to be a disastrous strategy because the dating world certainly passed me by like a freight train on speed. I knew some of my reluctance to date was in my head. I was afraid of being blindsided again. I loved Tracy and I never saw what happened coming my way. Not even a hint.

The one thing that was easy to see that had changed since I last dated was the attitude of the women. When I was dating, it was all one-sided. The man picked out the target. The man asked said target for a date. If said target said yes, the man chose the activity and paid for everything. Nowadays, women seem to be the hunters almost half the time, or at least have thoughts on how the date should go. Sometimes they even paid for things. There were times I felt like a dinosaur trying to chase a cheetah. The dating scene showed me that Tracy’s sudden selfishness was not unicorn behavior. Along with feeling more empowered, today’s dating women are definitely more self-centered. Many of them wanted theirs, even at the exclusion of their partners. If it was good for them, then it would be good for them and their significant others. Been there, done that all fairly recently.

I’m not going to complain about the physical aspects of intimacy with a 20-something woman. Okay. The first few times the women about killed me. I was pretty sure I pulled a [ __ ] muscle. Once I got used to the physicality, however, the enjoyment level was off the charts.

I’m not saying Tracy wasn’t good in bed, but at 45, she didn’t have the energy and flexibility of a 20some. Of course, I didn’t have the regenerative abilities of a 20-year-old man, but my tongue and finger abilities helped me. It had been a rough week, and after finishing a meeting with a new client on the far side of the city, I stopped in at the bar of an upscale hotel or restaurant, still wearing my suit. I sat down on a tall stool at the bar and ordered a shot of Glen Morani Single Malt. It was about 7 when I walked in, and about an hour later, a group of women from a bachelorette party took up residence at a group of tables marked reserved. There must have been about 15 of them and they were all being pretty rockous. I decided to hang around a bit and watch the fun.

So, I ordered a meal to be served at the bar. The bride to be, of course, was the star of the show, and I noticed that she was a pretty girl of about 25 with waistlength, light brown hair, and big brown eyes. I’ll admit that I’m a long hair freak, so I was kind of taken by her and focused on her for several minutes before I started paying attention to the others at the party. It was then that I spotted her. She was about 40, I guessed, and by her age, I figured she was the chaperone for the evening. The older mother Hen brought along to watch out for the innocent and not so innocent younger chicks. The first thing I noticed was that she seemed to be a little fidgety in her mid thigh length black skirt, which seemed to be riding up a little higher on her legs as she sat in her chair. Several times in the first few minutes, she tried unsuccessfully to pull the skirt down. I smiled to myself. She did have nice legs. She also seemed to have a sizable chest. not quite hidden under the tight lavender silk blouse she was wearing. The blouse was kind of a V-neck with the opening coming down to the middle of her large breasts and showing that her alabaster skin wasn’t often exposed to the sun. When she wasn’t worried about the length of her skirt, she was gazing down at her breasts. I’m guessing to make sure that not too much creamy skin was showing. Her whole outfit was probably a little young for her comfort and I guess that it was put together for her by one of the younger women in the group. I gave some mental kudos to whoever picked it out and persuaded her to wear it. The women definitely seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing, drinking, and eating. And when a three-piece combo started to play, several women got up and started to dance with each other.

The women dancing together seemed to embolden the other men in the bar who started to approach the women on the floor and those at the table except for their chaperon. I waited about 10 minutes, and when no one made a move for the chaperone, I decided the coast was clear and made my way over to her. She had dark brown shoulderlength hair and bright green eyes, reminding me of Jacqueline Bisset in her heyday. Just as important, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. She blushed a gorgeous shade of pink when I asked her to dance. She hesitated at first, but then said yes, and several of the younger women seated nearby gave her a ration of grief as she got up, pulled her skirt down, and took my hand. The first two dances were fast, and I had to give my ex-wife a silent thank you for insisting I learn how to dance. The next dance was a slow one, and I was a little surprised when she melted her lush body into mine. Her hair smelled of white shoulders, and I grinned to myself because that perfume is not exactly popular with younger women. We actually talked a little bit as we glided about the dance floor. I found out her name was Kathleen Franks.

She was an aunt of the bride and the group chaperon. She thanked me for the dances and started to leave the floor after the slow dance, but I held on to her hand and invited her to join me at the bar. She started to protest that she needed to watch her girls, but I pointed out to her that she could see them just fine from my spot at the bar. We watched the younger women and talked. I found out she was actually 48 years old and was divorced after being married for 15 years. She told me her husband, a man of means, had traded her in for a trophy wife who was 27 to his 48 when he married her 3 years ago. She also told me that her outfit was chosen for her by her niece, the bride, and that she felt it was a little too young for her as she normally dressed more conservatively. I apped that her outfit seemed perfect for her, and I completely sucked up when I told her I absolutely loved her sexy heels. I had learned years ago that women really seemed to like having their shoes complimented. “You don’t think I look out of place dressed like this?” she asked innocently. “Not in the least.

Pardon me for saying so, but you look good enough to eat.” if I liked the pink blush before, I loved the dark red blush she now exhibited. We talked for about 15 minutes. She noted that I didn’t wear a wedding ring and wanted to know that story. She expressed surprise when I said that my ex-wife had never actually cheated on me physically. I’m really old-fashioned, I explained. She cheated on me emotionally and had plans to do it physically. I couldn’t trust her anymore. You don’t tell someone you love them but want to have intimacy with someone else. I get that, she answered.

Everybody has to have a line in the sand. She went back to the bridal party table a few minutes later, but was more than receptive when I again asked her to dance about 30 minutes later. This time when we finished, she took my hand and led me back to the table with the other women, which now also had several other men. The evening was a success from my standpoint, even with the younger women being a little on the rowdy side. I was greatly surprised when Kathy invited me to be her plus one at the wedding in 2 weeks. I was going to go by myself, but I know I’d have a better time with you.

I know we’ve just met, but you’ve already met many of the girls who are going to be there, too. Besides, you’d be doing me a great favor because I wouldn’t be there alone looking really pathetic. I definitely wouldn’t want you to look pathetic. I would be more than pleased to accompany you to the wedding, I said. Tell me what color you are wearing, and I’ll pick the suit I have that best goes along with that. She leaned into me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled brightly while Cathy blushed again. I could get used to that. I sat with Kathy when we weren’t dancing. During one of those times we were at the table, I kept my eyes on the bachelorette party girls, some of whom were obviously going overboard with their alcohol consumption. I’m the father of a teenage girl, so it wasn’t out of character for me to be in dad mode with the young women around. When I saw a young man take one of the girls’ hands and start to lead her toward the restrooms, I excused myself from the table and quickly and quietly made my way to them. Getting to them just before the guy was about to push the girl inside the men’s room. The youngster looked at me with disdain, obviously not being intimidated by an older guy in a shirt and tie. I’ll admit at 5’11 in 175 lb, I’ll never scare anybody on site, but I’d like to think I’m still in good physical condition, and I had been in my fair share of scrapes as a kid.

Sometimes you have to be willing to take some abuse to do the right thing, which in this case meant protecting some young girl from being this kid’s abuse toy. I would hope somebody would step in and protect my little girl if the situation called for it. Let go of my arm and get away from me, old man. He growled at me.

She’s old enough to play if she wants. I let go of his arm, but used my other hand to palm his head and slam it hard into the wall to the side of the door. I shoved him hard enough to break the drywall, bloody his face, and stun him.

He suddenly didn’t seem quite so cocky anymore and let go of the girl. He also didn’t seem to want any more of this disagreement. The club had gotten quiet as people picked up on what had just gone down. Just as I started to guide Alicia back to the bachelorette party, Kathy and the rest of the group came up to us, grabbed the woman, and led her back to the table. I was left standing face to face with the restaurant manager and another employee. I thought I was in trouble until the manager stuck out his hand and thanked me for helping the young woman. The police have been called. This youths is going to jail.

They’ll probably want your information and your side of the story, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about.