Robin was quite miffed “Where have you been?”
Without making eye contact “I don’t feel well. I’m headed to bed.”
As I closed, and locked, our bedroom door I heard “That doesn’t answer my question! Where were you?”
Flopping down, in the middle of the bed, I heard the door handle rattle.
“OPEN THIS DOOR!”
I couldn’t contain it any further. Quickly opening the door I growled at her “Listen SLUT, find somewhere else to sleep tonight!”
Robin’s eyes opened wide, not really in fear, more like disbelief. Slamming the door closed I returned to my prone position on the bed. My outburst had awakened the kids, which I regretted.
+ + + +
Whether I really got any good sleep is up for discussion. When the sun poked through the blinds, I was still beat. The hot shower helped, but my legs were weak. The kids were still sleeping, so I moved around quietly. Robin was waiting for me in the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of coffee before looking at her.
“I don’t know what you think you know, but it was mean to call me a slut.”
“Oh fuck you! You’re a worthless cheating cunt. I’ve seen the video.”
“I don’t know what video you’re talking about. It has to be somebody else.”
“You stupid fucking whore. Spencer filmed your fuck sessions. I’m divorcing you.”
Robin went from total denial to aggressive bitch in the blink of an eye.
Spoken spitefully “Spencer says you can’t afford to divorce me. His brother is a lawyer so he should know. I’d get the kids, child support, and lots of alimony. Plus, you’d have to pay for somewhere for me and the kids to live. I’ve not denied you anything so only your poor little pride is hurt. So I had sex with Spencer, big deal, get over it.”
I threw my coffee cup over Robin’s head, shattering it against the far wall. Good thing the window wasn’t close by as that would have been an expensive release of anger. Robin ran out of the kitchen, slamming our bedroom door behind her. I grabbed her and my car keys, and then left the house. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew where I had been and not surprisingly, I didn’t like being there anymore.
Since I wouldn’t answer her calls, Robin sent text messages.
‘Why did you take my car keys?’
‘Because I could.’
‘Quit acting like a baby. It was just sex. You’re the one I love.’
‘I can live without your kind of love.’
‘You’ll get over this. Come home.’
Fucking bitch. I’m not about to ‘get over this’.
I knew I wouldn’t get to keep it, but I withdrew all of the money from our checking and savings accounts. It didn’t amount to much, but better me holding it than her.
Using the internet, to research divorce in my state, confirmed how screwed up the system was. Living in a fifty fifty state, her cheating meant squat. I decided to put off starting a divorce. I really couldn’t afford to move out, so I returned home, to find an empty house. Robin’s clothes were still here. My guess is that she must have found the other set of car keys and went to see momma. Her folks lived about thirty miles away.
+ + + +
Even though I hadn’t filed for divorce, I had no intention of spending another loving couple day with Robin. Our rented house was a three bedroom ranch, and all three bedrooms were in use. One of us was going to be sleeping on the couch. Since Robin wasn’t here, she didn’t get a chance to negotiate who that would be. When she gets back she will find all of her clothes in the living room.