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- February Sucks in 750 Words
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Click hereSomeone had to do it. Someone had to write a version of Feb Sucks into this 750-word challenge, so I thought why not me? Thanks to George Anderson for his permission.
If you haven't read his original, you should - //rosa-blanca.ru/desixxxphoto/s/february-sucks
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It was cold as fuck. You know what many have said before me... "February sucks."
We missed Valentines's Day because of the weather but went out two weeks later. Four couples all celebrating the love of their partners. Drinking and dancing, Linda, my lovely wife in her blue dress, committed all dances to me.
Then that asshole, Marc LaValliere, a local pro-football hero, walked in. Everyone noticed. Minutes later he walked to our table and asked Linda to dance. She dropped my hand without any thought and was off to the floor with him. WTF?
They danced, closely, slowly. I was angry, but Dee from our table urged me not to intervene.
Then the dances were over. Linda came back to our table. She and Dee headed to the bathroom. Dee came back but not Linda.
"Where is she, Dee?"
"Jim, she is spending the night with Marc."
"She left me?"
"Listen, she didn't leave you. She loves you, but she had to do this for herself. She will come home to you tomorrow."
I looked over at my friends. They all nodded their heads then looked down. I ran out the door, but they had already left. I went back to the table.
"My marriage is over."
"Jim, it's one night. You love Linda. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow," Dee said. "Any woman would have left. He's Marc LaValliere."
My former friends nodded again and agreed.
"We all have said previously, it's one and done. I'm divorcing her," I shouted.
"Jim, think of your children."
I went home and eventually slept.
Around noon, "Jim, I'm home," sounding normal, like she hadn't ripped my heart out.
I looked at her, stunned, then said, "Who are you?"
"It's still the same me," Linda said.
"Yeah, I guess I don't really know you. Was it everything you thought it would be?"
"Jim, I could tell you everything, but I don't want to hurt you."
"A little late for that, huh?"
"Jim, I can fix this, I--."
I picked up her favorite vase, a wedding gift from her parents, and smashed it to the floor.
"Fix that if you can. It's the same as my heart. Fix that and you can fix us."
She was shocked, tears rolling from her eyes.
"Oh, god Jim, please. It didn't mean anything. It was only sex."
"Yeah, right."
"Jim, you mean everything to me. Marc means nothing. I had a great time but it's over now."
"Nothing to you, to me it was everything. What about Emma and Tommy? How are you going to explain it to them when I'm gone."
Linda wrote a letter explaining herself. She had left with him without thinking. Marc was wonderful in bed but, if he asked to marry her, she wouldn't. She loved me.
It sounded like bullshit. Now I needed to decide. Could I stay with her?
We talked that night.
"What if I left with some woman?"
"Jim, it was Marc LaValliere."
"So you chose him over me?"
"I don't know why I left with him, Jim, but I choose us," Linda was sobbing.
"So, NOW you want both?"
"It's not like that. I haven't changed. I want you."
"Maybe you haven't changed but I have. I'm not the same gullible Jim anymore."
"Don't say that, Jim. We can get it back."
"I don't think so, Linda. Go back to him. I don't want you anymore."
Linda wailed and slumped to the floor.
Now, I really needed to make a decision. Did I want to try to make it work?
I met with our lawyer, LW. He was wise beyond his years.
"Has she apologized? She hasn't because she's not sorry she did it. She thinks men like Marc deserve more than we mortals, and women should bow to their wishes.
At home that evening I told her, "I saw LW last night." Linda knew what that meant.
"Please Jim, no. You are the strong one. You have to find a way we can get past this."
She was right. I was the strong one, and I had to do what I knew was right. My marriage was over. I buried it. I did my best to shelter the kids. We split but lived close. My love for her was dead but life would go on.
Early the next season, Marc had a career-ending injury. Linda never remarried and lived alone.
Three years later I met Kelsy and remarried. Everyone isn't as thoughtless as Linda.
- COMMENTS
It is impossible to shorten this story.
You got in the important parts but the rest was very thin and the depth of the feelings is missing.
Lol, Cliff Notes for Feb Sucks. Sooner or later it will be the subject of a scholarly paper or a thesis.
Good job considering the constraints of the format.
The Martian Slut Ray seems to hit mostly In February. Well written for 750 words. Once and done. 5 stars
10 Stars for Great Writing a Great Story, Great way to deal with a cheating ass slut wife. Thks, Buster2U
GAs story is simply too long to do in 750 words and justice to it cannot be done. You just proved that...2 stars...JZK..
"I haven't changed." - So many stories, not just FS use this line, but it's 100% the WRONG thing to say! You WANT them to change, otherwise they're the same person that could do that to you.
It's fine. The truth is life FEELS deeper and more elaborate than the cliff notes. But it's not. This short version summed up all the versions of this story. Bottom line was Linda cheated because she felt entitled. She only cared about her husband AFTER the fact. She was only SORRY after it affected her personally, and never did feel remorse towards Jim until then. And people aren't special. We number in the billions. Linda isn't special. Marc isn't special. Jim's pain ins't special. But that's a good thing! He can dump the entitled harlot and move on with his life. When people cheat on you, don't become the sad victim. Don't give someone that kinda power, a someone that cares so little about you to begin with. They are replaceable.
You can’t summarize February Sucks in 750 words without it reading like Cliff Notes. Three stars ⭐️ for trying.
Bravo! You did in 750 words what George Anderson couldn't do in multiple tortuous pages: you gave the bitch what she deserved, the perfect ending. 5 stars.
I wish this was the way GA would write stories, but that is impossible since GA male mc are always wimpy cucks that cannot communicate, cannot think or act, and fail to make meaningful decisions. She really hates men.
Don’t know how you did it, but you managed to fit in the only logical way this mess could have ended in a 750 word flash story. Well done!
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5 *****
5 stars and at least this one ended the way all the rest of them should have DIVORCE
NO second chance, No RAAC, ONCE&DONE
Look, that's just bs. A woman like Linda who is beautiful enough to attract a man like Marc would have no problem with men lined up at her door after her divorce. She is an entitled narcissist with superior beauty and would have her choice of desperate men and the number of desperate wimpering adolescent men out there is legion... she won't ever be without male company if she so desires... that's just a divorced man's delusional fantasy that his unfaithful wife will suffer such distress that she will forever have a lack of male company because of her hurtful cheating on him... that's just fantasy.