Melting the Ice
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The next morning, Sunday, I was up early, so I showered and dressed, and left the house without seeing or talking to Martha, to get a quiet breakfast.
I did phone Stephanie to see if she cared to join me, and she told me that she would be along in a couple of minutes. I ordered my coffee, and told the waitress that someone would be joining me, so I would wait to order until she arrived. I sipped at my coffee for fifteen minutes or so, before Stephanie arrived.
We ordered our breakfasts, and started talking.
I briefly explained what had happened the night before, and what I had decided.
"Mark, I'm so sorry. While I have my own selfish reasons for being close to you, I never wanted to see Martha suffer," she told me.
"Honestly, Steph, you're just a bystander to this little drama. The problem existed before you and I got together, and as far as I can see, there is no real solution for it. I've just been forced to accept that I can change my life to be happy, or I can continue being angry, frustrated, and miserable. As far as Martha is concerned, there is nothing I can do about her happiness. I can't change her. She doesn't need a husband, she needs a handy-man," I replied, laughing at my own little joke.
Then I turned the subject to my objective for the day.
"I'm going to find someplace to rent, and move out of the house. Tomorrow, I'll print out the papers for the do-it-yourself divorce, and put together a plan for splitting our assets that I can present to Martha later in the week," I explained, laying out my plan.
At that point our food arrived, and we started eating.
"Why don't you just move in with me?" Stephanie offered, flirting with her eyes, before taking a sip of her orange juice.
"I would be very tempted, you little vixen, you!" I smiled as I said it.
"But as much as I appreciate the offer, I think that it would just create more problems.
"First, it will be much more palatable to Martha if I'm living by myself while the divorce is taking place," I told her, and she nodded that she could see the point.
"Additionally, Steph, as strongly as I feel about you, I'm also worried that we could be moving too fast as it is. It may be that we should be together, but what if what you, a love-deprived widow," we smiled at each other as I said that, "and I, a lustful old man, have together isn't enough of a foundation upon which to build a long-term relationship? In a way, you and I are both on the rebound, and as a couple of mature, intelligent people, and it would be wise to give ourselves a little time.
"Anyway, wouldn't it be embarrassing if five- or six-months down the road, you got fed up with me, and had to kick me out of your condo?" I put my hand over hers as I made this last point.
"Darling Mark, you're right, I'm sure. But my heart wants to move your butt into my bed, where I can keep all of those other horny widows away from you!" she replied laughing.
It was good to have someone to talk with, who could lift my spirits while I was confronting one of the hardest acts of my life.
Stephanie looked thoughtful for a couple of seconds.
"You know, Mark, maybe I can't have you in my bed immediately, but would you consider renting a place close enough that we could walk from your place to mine?" she queried.
"Sure. You know of a condo for rent in your neighborhood?" I asked.
"I think so. Let me make a phone call," Stephanie suggested, and away she went.
That afternoon, I had signed a lease for an elegant condo, just a block away from Stephanie's, whose owner was on temporary assignment on the east coast for a year. It was mostly furnished, and I could move in immediately.
It was late afternoon when I returned home, or at least to the house that had been my home for so many years. As of that moment, it was no longer 'home.'
Martha was sitting in the living room. I don't know what she'd been doing. She had obviously gotten up and showered and dressed during the day, but I couldn't see a book next to her, and she didn't switch the TV off when I entered the room, so maybe she'd been just sitting waiting for me to return all day.
She looked somber, and a little angry, but she wasn't emotionally falling to pieces.
"Off with your girlfriend for the day, I suppose. You and she have a good laugh about my 'shortcomings' last night?" she asked bitterly.
Again, I felt the impulse to comfort her, to reassure her, to be her anchor in the storm. But this time, I resisted, knowing she would just rebuff any sympathetic move I could make.
"I've rented a place, and I am moving out. I came home to get a few things for tonight, and I'll come back during the week to get the rest of what I want," I said, calmly, my emotional batteries drained.
I looked at her again,
"Martha, I would never laugh at you or intentionally be cruel to you. I've always admired you in many ways, and I've always been proud of you, and that will never change."
She cringed a little.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have lashed out like that. I know you better than that. And I've always been proud of you. I've always thought that you are the best man that I know," she whispered, looking down at the carpet.
"Is this really necessary?" she finally asked.
"I don't see an alternative," I sadly concluded. She didn't offer me any alternatives, either.
I packed a suitcase of clothes and toiletries, grabbed my computer equipment and a few other things from my office that I would need in the next couple of days.
On my final trip out to the car, I stopped again in the living room. As far as I could see, Martha hadn't moved.
"I'll stop by later this week, and we can sit down and talk," I proposed, waiting for her affirmation that she agreed.
"OK. Call me at the office to let me know when you're coming first, just in case, so I don't work late or go out to eat or something," she requested.
"Sure," I said as I closed the door behind me, and walked away.
I rented a truck that week, and retrieved my things from the house, mostly clothes, my tools, and some odds and ends — some CD's and DVD's that I knew Martha would not want. The only piece of furniture that I took to my new place was my king-sized bed, mattress, and the linens and blankets that fit it. It was a lot more comfortable than the bed that had been in the condo.
I didn't see Stephanie much the first week — at dance class, and once she did come over and we made love once on the bed that I had expected to revive Martha's and my relationship. It worked better with a more cooperative partner.
On the whole, I was feeling down and depressed. I couldn't help but seeing myself as a failure as a husband. Martha was the woman with whom I'd expected to grow old. Instead, it seemed most likely that we would be going our separate ways.
That evening I called up my sons, Dan and Josh, and told them a little about what was happening. Not entirely to my surprise, they let me know that Martha had already called them. I didn't ask what she had said, but rather asked them to meet with me face-to-face the following Saturday, and we could hash things out.
All I asked of them was to let me give them my perspective on what was happening, before they reached any conclusions. They readily agreed; actually, they agreed so quickly and positively that I suspected that whatever Martha had said, they were taking with a grain of salt.
That week was a week like many before it — eating, sleeping, giving lectures and grading papers. I attended my dancing class, and if anyone noticed that I was slightly more withdrawn than normal, they didn't say anything.
That week was also a week unlike any before or since, for me.
Each evening that week, I worked on the do-it-yourself, no-fault divorce kit, preparing a proposal to my wife on the division of our assets.
It was actually pretty easy in our case.
Martha and I each had our own retirement plans; we each had our own jobs. Our savings and investments, we would split in half. The house would be sold, and the proceeds, after expenses divided.
Her jewelry, which I had just had re-appraised for insurance purposes (it came to over $40,000!) would remain hers; my tools I would keep. We each would keep out own cars, which were both paid off.
The only furniture that I wanted was the bed that I'd already taken. Martha could keep whatever she wanted, and either sell or give away the rest to charity. Photo albums, and those sorts of things, we would sit down and divvy up ourselves. I could scan in photos and make duplicates, if there were any unique items that we both wanted.
It was Friday afternoon when I called her office, and we arranged for me to come over. Martha wanted me to come over for dinner but I wanted to wait until after dinner. On this occasion, Martha made the concession.
I took the package I had made with me, and presented it to her.
"Mark, I don't want a divorce. I won't sign," she objected, trying to raise a roadblock.
"That won't stop the process. It may slow it, but it will eventually go through," I patiently explained...
"I want it to be for your adultery," she insisted, pointing her finger at me, jabbing it in an aggressive manner.
I sighed, and sat back in my chair.
"This is a no-fault state. That isn't one of the options anymore. Anyway, you don't have proof of anything," I pointed out...
This went around and around for awhile, and I finally left her with a copy of the papers, and told her to confer with an attorney, but understand that if we could do this ourselves it would be simple and inexpensive. One of the beliefs that Martha and I still shared was that lawyers can make anything complex, expensive and painful.
The following day, Saturday, my sons had decided to both come down together to have the face-to-face with me. I asked them to join me at the condo and they agreed.
Once they arrived, I invited them in, and the first thing I did was to give them the grand tour of the place. I wasn't just showing off my new digs; I was showing them that I was living alone. They could see that the closets contained only my clothes, the bathrooms were bereft of feminine accouterments and throughout the house, there was no sign of occupancy by a woman. I was sure that information would make it back to their mother.
They both told me how nice the condo was, although I assured them, most of the contents belonged to the owner, and would be reclaimed when he returned.
Having gotten the preliminaries over, I asked them what their pleasure would be, and we all ended up with Bass Ales in front of us.
"Mom says you moved out because you have a girlfriend," Dan started the conversation. He was neutral in his pronouncement, suggesting that he neither believed nor disbelieved the contention. Josh just nodded in affirmation, that Martha had told him the same thing.
I was going to be as honest as I could, and hope that my boys could give me a fair shake.
"Dan and Josh, it's true that I have been seeing another woman, but that is only since last Christmas, in fact, actually not until February. So, for a couple of months.
"But let me make something clear, that your mother doesn't want to acknowledge.
"This woman is not a 'cause', she is an 'effect, ' and has nothing to do with the problems between your mother and me." I laid out my premise.
"How's that?" Josh asked.
"Boys, from the time you moved out to go to college, your mother slowly, over time, became less and less physically intimate with me. You are both grown and married men, so I'll lay it on the line — she stopped doing things that caused her to come into physical contact with me, including hugging, kissing, touching, and yes, sex.
"It wasn't overnight or anything, just a little less at a time, so that I didn't even really notice how resistant she was to being in any sort of direct contact with me, until she moved out of the master bedroom and into Dan's old room, a couple of years ago.
"Even this past Christmas, she only moved back into the bedroom with me for the days while you were there visiting, and as soon as you were gone, poof! She was back in the other bedroom," I revealed.
Dan perked up.
"I was wondering about that," he said, "She kept popping into our room, into the bathroom, to get stuff, and I kept thinking, 'why doesn't she just keep her toiletries in her own bathroom?'"
I nodded my head.
"I hope that you never have to face a situation like this with your wives, or if you do, I hope you can nip it in the bud early, because over time it just gets more and more painful, embarrassing, and humiliating to be ignored and rejected. I really hope that you are more observant than I was, but I never expected it, so I wasn't looking," was my plea for mitigation.
"Anyway, I've tried to talk to her, to see if there was anything that we could do about it together — see a marriage counselor, or a psychologist, or even just to get checked out by a physician to see what might be wrong. But she wouldn't even give me the time of day.
"It got to a point where I wondered if I had some medical condition that was giving me B.O., or bad breath, and I had the doctors check me out. They said I was normal, no worse than any other guy my age. Based on that, I assume that whatever your mother finds repugnant about me isn't any sort of physical condition on my part.
"She insists to this day that there is nothing wrong for a couple of people in their mid-50's to be married, and not so much as touch each other!" I said, rather emphatically, getting worked up just thinking about the unfairness of the situation.
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Katlin sat at her dresser staring at the wrinkled face and sighed, it was these moments that she liked to think about her life, i mean here she was seventy four years old, widowed with kids, grand kids even, and it all started at the age of fourteen. 60 Years earlier Katlin opened here eyes and listend, it took her mind a few minites to connect with the rest of her and she sat up, it was time, she slipped out of her bed and...
The Runaway Train By Elaine Copyright 2003. Synopsis This is an autobiographical story of how one transsexual woman's transition went badly wrong. This is a real story about someone who lives as a woman without any way back to be the person she would like to be. She is living a lie to her boyfriend and those around her and she is inside a very lonely person. This story is given as it was told to me. This woman was on a runaway train and although it's stopped now it's on...
RUNAWAY - Chapter 1 I was sixteen when I finally ran away from home. They were the sixth foster family I'd been with and maybe not the worst. Most of my life had been spent in kid's homes or with foster parents, after being abandoned when I was only a few months old. A previous attempt to break free when I was fourteen had ended when the police caught up with me after only a few hours freedom and handed me back to the social workers. Growing up in kids homes had provided me with a...
As a runaway, I didn?t have much choice in what happened to me Chapter 1Runaway As a runaway, I didn?t have much choice in what happened to me. I had to survive. I was really a very na?ve, scared 16 year old who was fed up with the screaming and fighting at home. I just had to get away. But now, where would I go? How would I find money? Food? A place to live? I hadn?t really thought it through. So I wandered the streets for a while. I had $30.00 in my purse from my Grandparents as a b...
Chapter 1 Hi again - My name is Wendy. I'm 23 and graduated last year from College in Tiffin, Ohio. This is a little story about my trip to Los Angeles last winter to visit my cousin Janice. Janice is 18, a freshman at Cal State Northridge. She is also a bronze blonde like me but a little chunky but cute and fun. She invited me to come and visit over the Christmas holidays. It was about 8pm Friday night and we had been planning to go clubbing tonight in Hollywood. I had never been there...
Romantic Getaway turns into exploitation for Forced Gangbang Hi Readers, I would like to share my story of how a romantic getaway with my boyfriend turned in to exploitation that leads to gangbang. My name is Janaki(not real), age 23. My appearance is good looking beautiful having black long straight hair shoulder length, fair skin complex, brown colored eyes, oval-shaped face, height about 5ft 4inches, and weight about 52 kgs. Body measurement is 32C – 26 – 30. I am an attractive girl which...
Sometimes she resisted, other times... She gave in to her pleasure. He was changing her. She wasn't that innocent little stowaway anymore. And, although she'd never truly admitted it, she had moments where she thought of his hands on her, or his lips, or his cock. Being bent over his knee, or spread across the bed, or sometimes, kneeling in front of him. "Pet, come here," He said firmly, his deep voice breaking through her daydream. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, hair still...
He enjoyed her body, her young curves and innocence. And she knew he liked it when she squirmed, from pleasure or pain. Or when she panted and moaned. Sometimes his touch did make her feel, well, good. Lily found herself constantly wondering where he was, and what he was doing. Nervousness and fear often ran through her mind as she went about her daily chores, assigned by him. He had a habit of demanding her for use or simply taking her when he was impatient. She stepped around the bedroom...
... Lily stood nervously in the corner of the bathroom as he shut the door behind him. Her arms wrapped around her body, acting like a shield. She could feel the combination of drool and cum drying on her face, making her skin itch. Her mouth was sore and jaw aching, her eyes still stinging. She felt small and weak as she stood there clinging to herself. Her cheeks hot and flushed with embarrassment. She couldn't believe what she'd done, how she'd obeyed. She was caught in his world now,...
Although she was down the stairs and running out the door by he time he got his pants up, his large powerful stride was no match for her. His heart pounded in his head as he leapt after her small figure. But, in only a few moments, he had caught up to her, barely a few feet out of the yard. Mark reached out and grabbed her by the waist, causing her to scream out. His strong arms wrapping around her as she began to thrash and buck. She squirmed and cried, her anger turning to defeated...
'Is this what a Dad is supposed to be?' Lily found her mind wandering, as she put out some washing. Maybe she had finally lucked out. Making up for eighteen years of insults and backhands. The last lot of her father's handiwork was still healing. Lily had decided if she were to stay for a few days, she needed to be useful. At least while Mark worked his land, disappearing of a morning in his best up truck. It was only until she had the strength to move on. Mark was happy to have her stay,...
He'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She'd pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It'd made him mad, his temper was short. 'Fuck!' She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her knees, hands and elbows scraped...
I could finally do all the things that i couldnt do whilest living under my parents roof. I could walk around naked, i could buy fleshlights, i could cum all over mysleft and slowing lick it off while siting in my living room if i wanted to. And... I could finally fuck whoever or whatever i wanted to. As you can tell i am a pretty weird guy. Well for some backstory when i was my friend and i were experimenting with alchohol and we didnt really know what to do. It was my birthday. My...
Statements like this were nothing new for Tracy. She was the veteran negotiator for her company. She seemed to get the results that nobody else could. Her reputation usually preceded her in every business encounter she had. Tracy was a volatile force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, she found great pleasure in taking down everybody in her way of her career aspirations. Not uncommon behavior from a third generation corporate negotiator. Fierce was an understatement with Tracy in the...
When I heard them discussing me and the fact that, even if I was 18, they didn't want me staying alone, I immediately thought of Aunt Alma. "Mom, Dad, I'm old enough to stay by myself but if you think I need an adult to supervise me, why not at alma. Uncle John is gonna be away for months and she's gonna be by herself in that house. It's such a waste of money to pay rent when she could move in and stay with us. Normally, I would have been insulted to have been left with a...
They passed this law to discourage spacings. You see, how it would happen is the captain and crew would have their way with the stowaways and when they were a finished, they’d push ‘em out the airlock. Dead men tell no tales ‘en all that. Now it got to the point where the bodies were getting mighty thick on some of them space lanes and posing something of a navigation hazard, so in the interest of public safety they passed the law. Stellar Congress perhaps being not up to date on what...