He was gone for all of two weeks. He called daily and set aside time to see Muk a few days a week. He begged and pleaded for us to work our marriage out. I put my foot down and held firm on my denials. I was getting stronger! Everything was going smooth and moving along with the divorce. He signed the first set of papers waiving the required 2 year separation period. He also filed his appearance. I took this as we were no longer together.
I started looking for a house for Muk and me. Within a matter of weeks I found a 3 bedroom split level house not too far from where we were living. The house needed some work actually it needed a lot of work. It would be my project to keep me busy while I worked on getting over him. The house was structurally sound but the previous owners completely neglected the inside. There were holes in the walls and the floor. The carpet was a dingy grey and there was a very unpleasant smell in the house. My life started to take on a renewed spirit. So much so that I began dating.
I felt bad the first time I went on a date but I quickly reminded myself he went on a cruise with another woman so why should I be so caring. Heck that’s what got me in this mess in the first place; being too nice. With that thought in my back pocket, I started back talking to a guy I used to date prior to my meeting Him. He was 10 years my senior and an all around cool guy. We talked, well I talked and he listened. He let me vent all my frustrations. That was the existant of our “relationshps” since everytime I wanted to go out and always complained of never having any money. So I met another guy around my job. He was about 6 years older than me. He was married and was going through the same types of problems as I was with Him. We bonded over our mutual misery. We talked on the phone often actually more than we saw each other. He was a nice guy and giving me the attention and time Spank had refused to give me. He would come to my job and bring me lunch a couple days a week. We both were going through the process of leaving our spouses and talked about spending more time together.
But after two weeks, I was surprised to see him at the house in the office on the computer.
What are you doing here? I asked with a perplexed look on my face.
Look Sen, I know you don’t want me here but I’ve been gon for 2 weeks and I’m tired of living with my boy. I have a house which I pay a mortgage on every month and you want me to live someplace else and help them pay bills there. I’m not doing it anymore so we gotta find a way to make this work.
I waved him off…Whateva… as I walked away. I didn’t plan on this happening but he was right this house was his too.
Over the next couple of weeks, we didn’t talk much. Hi’s and bye’s in passing and no real communication in between. The more I saw him and saw how little he actually cared about me, the more I wanted to see him hurt. I began intentionally holding conversations on the telephone with males in front of him. I wasn’t extra but if he paid attention he would’ve been able to tell I wasn’t on the phone with a female. Still no reaction….
But one day he was going to react. He had too right? I mean he says he loves me so he would have to care. Right?!?!
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