Chapter 1
Jake
I spent the week working my ass off to get Everything completed by Friday so I won’t have to work overtime like I did a couple of years ago. I am very excited to see how Eva will react to the pendant I have bought for her.
I was surprised when Eva was still in bed when I got home. When I awoke her to get ready for the dinner I told her I had planned, she bitched at me saying that she had a TV interview tonight and then would be going to work.
Part of me wanted to scream at her and tell her how selfish she was becoming. And that is true. Lately, she has pursued her own agendas with little concern about our relationship. Sometimes it feels like I am the enemy to her. Or at least a bother to her. Evan sex just happens when she say so.
Since I missed our anniversary three years ago, I held my tongue. “Maybe we can do something tomorrow to celebrate our ten years together,” I suggested. “Is that what you think? A celebration?” she hissed.
That felt like a slap in the face. “Evidently you sure as hell don’t,” I yelled finally giving into my anger. “You know what…Fuck you. You can just take this back and get the money back,” I shouted as I pulled her gift out of my dresser and threw it in her face.
I left the house before Eva could say another word. I chose a bar to get blasted in that was right across the street from a Motel 6. When I was approached by a hooker on the way to my room after getting quite plastered, it was difficult to say no to her.
This year our July 10th anniversary is on a Friday. Three years ago, the anniversary was on a Monday. When I did get home that night there was a note on the table telling me she went out to celebrate by herself and not to wait up. “I’ll get back when I get back,” she stated.
It was noon on Saturday when she finally came
home. Five days with no word from her. I called her number countless times. I called hospitals and jails to see if she was there.
When she walked into our house she yelled at me to not say a fucking word.
“You caused this so just fucking live with it,” she screamed at me.
She never said a word about where she went or what she did.
She said it was none of my fucking business since I hadn’t cared enough to show up for dinner on Monday night.
It has stuck in my craw ever since that she just disappeared for a week without word and then blamed it all on me. Luckily, I am drunk enough that I would probably have whiskey dick. The last time I got drunk was on my wedding night when I wet the bed because I was passed out too drunk to wake up.
Monday
I spent the weekend at that hotel and when I got home to get dressed on Monday, she was nowhere in the house.
When I came into the hallway at work after exiting the elevator, there was whispering but it all stopped as soon as I stepped into the hall. It was eerily quiet when I got to my office to log onto my laptop for my work day as the head accountant of our firm.
It was an hour before my Secretary came into the office to see if I wanted some coffee. “Why is it so quiet in here today?” I asked after teller her I’d love a cup of coffee.
“Do you ever listen to your wife’s talk show? She asked in a squeaky voice. It seemed like her eyes were on my crotch. “No, I am in bed asleep by the time her show runs,” I answered. Maybe some night you should take the time to tune in,” she suggested. Again her eyes drifted to my crotch.
What she did not tell me that last Friday during the Nationally Broadcast interview Eva had discussed our sex life in her televised account of being dissatisfied with our sex life.
She told the world that my 9-inch cucumber size cock hurt her and she detested sex with me.
Evidently, everyone in the office has seen the interview.
When my secretary Karma returned with my coffee and a strawberry iced donut that I have a sweet tooth for, she again gazed momentarily at my crotch. She looks spectacular in her black pencil skirt and white blouse. Her raven black hair half way down her back.
“You know if things ever go south with your marriage that I would be here for you in any way you might want,” she blurted out. “Are you trying to say something about Friday’s interview?” I finally asked straight out.
“Well…it’s just that…she said some demeaning things about you and then announced that she that she had a book deal about “My Clueless Husband” the same title of her talk show.” Karma informed me.
“So I guess that everyone in the office saw her interview?” I question based on how quite the entire office is today. Just whispers and furtive looks. “A lot did. The others were told about it before you came in,” she admitted.
“How bad is it?” I asked quietly dreading the answer. “Well…she was quite demeaning about your sex life,” Karma told me. Some of the people have listened to her shows on Friday for quite some time,” she added.
“Great, so this has been going on and some of my coworkers are seeing me through the eyes of my wife’s demeaning radio broadcast?” I raised my voice.
“I have listened to her on Fridays so I would know what she was saying about you. I have always known that she is a very mean and vile person. You are definitely not the man that she makes you out to be,” Karma blurted out.
“So she has been bad mouthing me for some time?” I asked. “Yeah, It started about three years ago. The first show was about how clueless you were to have missed your anniversary and that you were totally clueless about what she did because of it.”
Now I am mad as an aggravated hornet. Three years she has been bad mouthing me to thousands of people. And Now she went on National TV and said disparaging things about our sex life.
Evidently this all started during that week she went missing and has never come clean about. I am livid when I go to my bosses office.
“Did you see it?” I growled. “Did you see Eva’s interview where she discussed our sex life?” I raised my voice. “Well…ugh…my wife happens to be quite a fan of your wife’s radio show,” he sputtered.
“Great, my own boss listens to the garbage my wife says about me. Amazing that you haven’t fired me yet,” I hollered.
“Look Jake. My wife might eat that shit up but I see you only as a very good employee who does a fantastic job,” my boss told me.
I do not pay attention to my employee’s personal lives unless it affects their work,” he added.
“I need a week off,” I growled. “I need time to find somewhere else to live. I refuse to live with that bitch a moment longer,” I told him. “Take two weeks if you need. You certainly have earned some time off over the years,” he told me.
I was astounded when I got home and saw a moving crew moving things out of my home. “I did not expect you home so early,” Eva announced when she saw me come into the house. “Yeah, well I couldn’t show my face at work after all the crude things you said about me on national TV.” I hiss.
“The things I have said about you over the past three years may have been crude but they were the truth and you deserved it after ditching me on that anniversary,” she answered. “Yeah, but I did not disappear for a week to shack up with someone else,” I hollered.
“You---you can’t prove that,” she hissed. “No? I bet if I were to review all your shows for the past three years that you couldn’t resist bragging about it,” I yelled loud enough for the moving guys to hear it.
“So what? I am leaving you Jake. I am moving to New York where my book is being published and I am going to have a weekly TV show called “Desperate Wives Revival.” She told me with a victorious expression on her face. “Based on my Victory over dumping you,” she added.
“Geezus Eva, whatever made you so mean and
Vicious? What did I do for you to hate me so much? I loved you and adored you every minute up until the past couple of years that you treated me like an enemy. I have never said a bad thing about you even though I have been desperately miserable,” I said.
“Next time you need to find a woman who is okay with you wetting the bed. With your late nights from work and who can handle your monster cock,” she spewed her vileness at me.
I am astounded when she informs me that she has leased a nice home in Bronxville NY just 15 minutes from down New York City. The TV station set everything up for me and is even paying to transport my car and household things to New York for me,” she told me gleefully.
“I curse the day I met you Eva. I have wasted ten years of my life on a self-centered cunt who made herself famous by demeaning a man who gave all of himself to you. Kharma is a bitch Eva and some day you will get yours,” I hissed.
“Is that a threat? Did you just threaten me?” she squawked. “No threats. Just a well-known fact. Life has a way of getting even for purposeful misdeeds,” I chuckled. “I bet yours will be a beaut,” I added.
The house was empty and movers gone from the house when Eva handed me the house keys. She was picked up in a limo but a very rich looking young man who smirked at me as she climbed into his limo. I called early this afternoon to list the house for sale. I ended up in that motel 6 again.