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- Scenes from a Marriage
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In their rooms at the other end of the hall the children were both asleep. Matt and Lynn sat side by side in bed, propped up against their pillows. He was reading a book on the Civil War, she was editing a marketing report.
With a tiny sigh, Matt closed his book and rolled sideways to gaze at his wife. He had always loved the way the tip of her tongue protruded just a bit from between her lips when she was concentrating. Pen poised above the paper, she absent-mindedly swept a stray lock of her dark hair back over one ear.
"Lynnie?"
"Mmm," she replied, without looking up. Matt waited, and after a moment she turned to look at him.
"Do you love him?"
Lynn became very still, and a little pale. She looked at him silently. She just couldn't bring herself to play the gameāto say, "who?", or to try some ridiculous lie. Matt deserved better than that.
"No," she said.
"So then it's all just about the fucking?"
"Matt, Iā," she began, trying to hold his gaze. Then she looked down at the papers on her lap. "YesāI guess it was about the sex. The flirting, and then the sex."
"I see," he said. Silence.
"I think I'd like you to sleep in the guest room," he said, his voice still calm and quiet. She nodded, and got out of bed, sliding her feet into her slippers. She reached for her robe on the chair.
"Unless of course you fucked him in this bed. If you did that I'm never sleeping in it again."
"No," she said, "I didn't do that." She wanted to say, "How could you think I would do such a thing?"ābut it would be ridiculous, under the circumstances.
Without another word Matt turned off the light on his night-table and put his head down on the pillow, his back turned to her. Lynn gazed at him for a minute, her face tight with pain. Then she quietly left the room, shutting the door behind her.
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Friday night
When Matt got home the house was full of delicious smells. He hung up his coat and Lynn came out of the kitchen to greet him with a smile, though she didn't dare come close. She had one of her pretty aprons on, the one she wore when guests were coming over.
"Beth and Jason are having dinner at the Frankels'āI thought I'd cook us something nice tonight," she said, trying to keep the smile on her face.
Matt glanced into the dining room. The table was set with a tablecloth, their good china, and two of their best wine glasses. There were candles, and cloth napkins in silver napkin rings.
Matt nodded. "It smells good. Let me go wash up, and I'll be down in a few minutes."
When he returned Lynn was just bringing the food in from the kitchen. She served each of them some of the roast chicken, along with julienned potatoes and green beans. A nice salad with orange slices stood to one side in a pretty bowl.
They sat down and Lynn smiled brightly at her husband, though the strain was obvious in her face.
"This looks very nice," Matt said. Then, unhurriedly, he stood up and climbed up onto his chair, so that he towered over the table. As Lynn looked on in confusion, then in horror, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and slowly, carefully, pissed all over the table. He doused the chicken, the side dishes, the salad bowl, and the freshly-filled glasses of wine. His urine soaked their plates and drenched the tablecloth.
"Matt, whatā!" Lynn cried out, almost involuntarily. Her eyes were wide with shock and dismay.
Matt zipped back up and climbed down off the chair. He looked intently at Lynn.
"I thought you might like to see what it feels like when someone pisses all over something you care about, something you've put a lot of time and love and effort into. I thought it might be a learning experience."
Lynn didn't reply, just gazed back at her husband, tears sliding down her cheeks. Matt went to the closet, pulled out his coat, and left the house.
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Sunday afternoon
"I requested a transfer," she said.
"Oh?"
"They're moving me into the domestic marketing section, a week from tomorrowāI wanted it to be as soon as possible. I'll be in the building over on Union Street, away from ... away from where I am now."
"And why did you request this transfer? I thought you liked the international section."
"So I won't be around ... around Douglas. I won't be in the same office anymore."
He stopped raking the leaves and turned to look at her, standing near him in her colorful fall sweater. "And this matters to me, why?"
She looked both annoyed and hurt. "Because I won't be seeing him, that's all. I wanted you to know that."
Her turned back to the raking. "Lynn, you already told me it was over. Surely I take you at your word and trust you completelyācan you think of any reason why I wouldn't?"
Stamping her foot a little she said, "dammit, Matt, do you really think your sarcasm is helpful?"
"And do YOU really think that moving out of that office is going to make everything better? As though there aren't motels, and lunch hours, and breakfast meetings? Or 'client meetings' out of the office?
"For that matter, as though there aren't plenty of other men out there who'd be happy to fuck your brains out?"
Matt's voice had risen to an angry pitch. But he kept raking the leaves into orderly piles, not looking at her.
"Matt," she said in a small, sad voice. "What else can I do? I'm trying everything I can, every way I know how toā"
She started to cry. "āto show you how sorry I am, to begin to make it up to you somehow."
He turned back to her. "And you suppose there is some way you can 'make it up to me'āsome magic formula, just the right words or actions or gestures? And it'll all be over and done with?
"Get real, Lynn. You're living in a fucking dream world."
He turned away again, back to his raking.
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Monday night
Lynn heard little feet coming down the hall, and then Beth's head appeared in the doorway, looking sleepy and confused.
"Mommy? Why're you sweeping in the guess' woom?" Although she was nearly six she still spoke with a bit of a lisp, especially when she was tired.
"I've been staying up late for work, honey, and I'm in here so I don't disturb daddy. Did you have a bad dream?''
Beth nodded solemnly, and Lynn swung off the bed to pick her up. "Come sleep with me, Bethie, you and Big Bear."
She tucked her daughter and the teddy bear under the covers next to her, and lay down beside them. Within five minutes Beth was fast asleep again, and Lynn carefully picked her and Big Bear up and carried them back to Beth's room.
On her way back to the guest room, she suddenly changed her mind and headed towards the master bedroom. The door was open a few inches and the room was dark. Lynn paused, trying to find the right words, when she was stopped short by an unexpected sound.
It was crying. It was Matt, crying quietly, probably into his pillow. Lynn stood, listening; then she slowly turned away, and walked back down the hall to the guest room.
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Wednesday morning
Each day it got a little easier to sit in his office and actually work, to concentrate on what he needed to do. His mind still drifted away in painful directions, but not so often and not for as long. It was obvious to his secretary Bernice that something was wrongābut she had figured out that he didn't want to talk about it. She didn't ask anymore, just smiled sympathetically at him.
At 10:50 he got up out of his chair, went to his door and closed it. Then he grabbed a dictionary off the bookshelf and brought it back to the desk.
He found the word he was looking for, and read the definition out loud. "Cuckoldāa man with an unfaithful wife."
He sat back. "I'm a cuckold." He said it a couple of times. The word felt strange in his mouth. "I'm a cuckold. I've been cuckolded. She cuckolded me."
He sat looking at nothing for a while. Then, with a sigh, he put the dictionary to one side and got back to work.
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Saturday afternoon
"Well for Chrissakes, Lynn, what the hell do you expect?"
Lynn didn't reply, and her friend Arlene continued. They were sitting in Arlene's kitchen, two coffee cups between them.
"You fuck some other guy behind Matt's back"--Arlene saw Lynn wince at the word, but she continued--"and now you're surprised that he's angry and hurt?"
"I'm not surprised, Arlene."
"Does he know how long it was going on?"
Lynn shook her head. "I have no idea. I don't know how he found out, or when. He won't ... we haven't talked about it."
"Do you think if you told him it was only a few times it would make any difference?"
"It wouldn't for me." Lynn made a face. "I mean, if it were the other way around. If he'd slept with some other woman. Five times, twenty times--I'd still be torn apart.
"So don't think I'm surprised. I'm not, not a bit. I just don't know what to do. I can't reach him, and I don't know what the hell to do."
She looked down, stirring her coffee with a spoon, and Arlene watched her in silence.
****************
Three weeks later -- Wednesday afternoon
"No," Matt said firmly; and then, a bit more quietly, "no, I don't want her to tell me about it."
The therapist frowned a little. She had short dark hair, almost in a Beatle cut, and she wore a brown corduroy jumper. Her name was Isobel Harshman.
"Don't you think it would help the two of you? For you to know why Lynn did what she did?"
Matt gazed back at her, not even glancing at his wife sitting next to him.
"I imagine it might help Lynn--to get it off her chest. But I certainly don't see how it would help me.
"To be honest, Dr. Harshman, it seems to me I'm in enough pain already."
Hesitantly, Lynn said, "I thought maybe that if I told you about it--about how it happened and why, it might ... you ... might see that it could never, that I could never do anything like that again."
Matt swung around to gaze at her. "Do you honestly believe that?
"Do you really think that there's ANYTHING you could tell me that would restore my trust in you, Lynn? Make me feel like I wouldn't have to worry about you for the rest of my life, wondering when the next time will be that you jump into bed with another man?"
Lynn looked down at her lap. Very quietly she said, "no, Matt. I don't think there is anything I can say that would do that."
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Two months later -- Thursday evening
"Oh Matt, it's just so beautiful here!" She smiled broadly at him, squeezing his hand across the table.
They were sitting at a table on the veranda, overlooking the Caribbean. The air was deliciously warm, and the red of the sunset still hung in the sky. A pitcher of Sangria and a plate of broiled shrimp sat on the table between them.
"It is nice, isn't it?" His answering smile didn't quite match hers; there was a bit of strain in his face, maybe around the eyes. He squeezed her hand in return for a few moments, then picked up his fork to spear another shrimp.
"Thank you so much for agreeing to come down with me!" Lynn was aware that he had trouble holding her gaze for more than a moment at a time.
An hour later they were making love in their room. Lynn was on her hands and knees on the bed, pillows beneath her stomach, with Matt thrusting vigorously and powerfully into her, making her moan. He lasted a long time, and Lynn reached two wonderful climaxes before he sped up and came inside her with a loud groan, pulling her ass back hard against him with his hands.
Later they lay together--Matt on his back, his hands behind his head, and Lynn cuddled against him with her head on his chest.
"That was wonderful, baby," she murmured in a low, relaxed voice, and Matt reached down to stroke her back gently.
She seemed nearly asleep; but then she lifted her head to look at him, and said, "not that I don't love it, but it seems like every time we make love lately you take me from behind." She giggled. "Are you making me your bitch?" she asked playfully.
Matt looked at her, his brow furrowed a little. He sighed.
"When we do it in missionary position, I--"
He looked away. "I watch your face, your expressions, and I ... can't stop seeing you with him. Imagining you looking up at him, the same way...."
Matt didn't finish the sentence. They lay still, and Lynn suddenly felt chilled. After a few minutes Matt got up, pulled on his shorts and a tee-shirt, slipped into his sandals, and left the room.
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Seven weeks later -- Saturday night
They worked silently for the most part, in front of the bookshelves on opposite sides of the room. Lynn was sorting through their CDs and Matt was doing the books.
He said, "shall I leave the Dickens novels? I've read them all."
"Whatever you want--take them if you like. I'm never going to read them."
She pulled out another handful of CDs and put the ones belonging to Matt on a little pile next to her. Then she turned around and gazed at him.
She watched the way his back muscles moved under his teeshirt, the way each of his movements was smooth and precise. It was all so familiar that it brought tears to her eyes.
In a low voice she said, "you know this is not what I want. I never wanted this."
Matt stopped moving for a moment; but he didn't turn around. He bit back a reply, and returned to the books. He didn't have to say it--they both knew what he would have said.
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Five weeks later -- Sunday evening
"Mommy, mommy!" Beth and Jason shrieked as they jumped out of Matt's car and came running up the front walk into her arms, their overnight bags forgotten behind them on the ground.
Both talking at once, they told her all about the zoo, about how the giraffes were their favorites--"their necks are THIS LONG!"--and about how daddy had bought them each a cotton candy.
Then, their greeting done with, they ran past her into the living room and turned on the TV.
Matt smiled as he walked towards the house, carrying the kids' abandoned bags.
Lynn smiled back. "Sounds like the zoo was a hit."
"I could never tell whether they were delighted or terrified. We got really close to the giraffes--they were towering over the wall right over our heads. And they loved the giant turtles. It was a good day."
They chatted for another minute or two. Lynn said, "want to come in for a cup of coffee? There's a pot on the stove."
"Uh, no--no thanks," he said, looking a little uncomfortable. "I really should get going."
"Okay," Lynn said, trying to keep the smile on her face.
"I'll see you on Wednesday night," he said, and turned back towards his car. She stood watching until the Taurus reached the end of the street and turned left, out of her sight.
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Four months later -- Monday evening
Beth sat at the kitchen table, coloring, while Lynn made dinner. Jason was on the floor doing his favorite wooden jig-saw puzzle for the 500th time. It was a multi-colored clown; it had seventeen pieces.
"Mommy, do friends hafta kiss?" Beth was looking up at her mother expectantly.
Lynn turned to look at her. "I don't know, honey. What do you mean?"
"Well, I never kiss Artie or Melissa or my friends at school." She made a face. "That would be yucky, kissing Artie!
"But we met Daddy's friend and they kiss all the time."
Jason looked up from the puzzle. "Angela's nice!" he said.
"Yeah, she is nice. She--"
"She made us hot dogs AND macaroni and cheese!" Jason interrupted; and then he lost interest in the conversation, and went back to his puzzle.
"Yeah, and she said we could go out for ice cream next time.
"But she and Daddy kept kissing, you know, like you and Daddy used to do. Do friends always kiss?"
Lynn closed her eyes tight for a moment. Then she opened them and smiled at Beth.
"Well, honey, some friends kiss and some don't--it all depends. But kids your age don't kiss their friends, so you don't have to."
"Okay." Beth nodded and returned to her coloring. She was making a duck, apparently, though it looked a great deal like a stegosaurus.
"Dinner," Lynn called. "Go wash your hands!"
When the kids returned to the table she said, "two pieces of broccoli each--at least!--or there won't be any dessert tonight."
She watched them squeeze ketchup all over their hamburgers and start to eat them; then she walked back to her bedroom and closed the door. She sat in the armchair by the bed, put her face in her hands, and began to weep.
- COMMENTS
This short story so aptly described the feeling of a goal just out of reach and slowly drifting away.
The hosing of the dinner table could be taken as being hilarious or deeply disturbing. It drilled to the core of Mattās devastation either way. He might have forgiven her. She seemed truly remorseful and there was much of value left in the relationship. Instead he chose to re-spin the wheel of (mis)fortune. In the end, the wounding of this marriage proved fatal; it just took a while to bleed out.
This was a top-shelf cautionary tale.
sbrooks is so right inher comment. That was the only time she could have saved her marriage. should havebrought the child in and held her husband
This story is perhaps Ohio's best work. So full of pathos. It's entirely plausible too, especially for a young family trying to establish it's own roots. So basically the assumed emotional 'package deal' of loving wife and children was severed by her serious dalliance. She blew it up and they didn't know how to put it back together, so he found someone else without the emotional baggage and basically created a new family unit. Hopefully, she would learn the appropriate lesson from her loss for her next relationship. How does that old adage go? "Don't sh*t where you eat."
It really is that simple: Think with your cunt (or dick) and you've become one.
Cheaters have zero value as human beings.
Never understood wifes behaviour. Lots of opportunity to explain was avoided and the bad guy got off free.
A very good story. One thing that got me was he said he could never trust her again. My wife screwed some guy 40 years ago. We were able to patch things up and raised 02 kids. I have never trusted her since. At the time I also felt like by her actions she implicitly gave me permission to screw any woman I wished. Sadly, I quickly realized that was not for me. I don't enjoy that behavior. Some guys do but I do not.
The scene that always strikes me is when she passes his room, hears him crying, and doesn't go in. There was probably no chance for the marriage, but whatever SMALL chance there was to save the marriage went up in a puff of smoke when she walked past.
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Nicely done. Understated in the way it was told, but you feel the emotions of the MCs. Satisfying ending.
Great read.
"This looks very nice," Matt said. Then, unhurriedly, he stood up and climbed up onto his chair, so that he towered over the table. As Lynn looked on in confusion, then in horror, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and slowly, carefully, pissed all over the table. He doused the chicken, the side dishes, the salad bowl, and the freshly-filled glasses of wine. His urine soaked their plates and drenched the tablecloth.
"Matt, whatā!" Lynn cried out, almost involuntarily. Her eyes were wide with shock and dismay.
Matt zipped back up and climbed down off the chair. He looked intently at Lynn.
"I thought you might like to see what it feels like when someone pisses all over something you care about, something you've put a lot of time and love and effort into. I thought it might be a learning experience."
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This expresses things far more than words can. Visual effects are always the best. This is witty but says so much more. Why do people say they are 'sorry I hurt you'????? Hurt me, really? No you destroyed me. Mentally you destroyed me. Get it into your hear head. Hurt is such an under statement, its pitiful.
The only thing I would have thought is that it would have taken him longer to find another lady, say two years.
Her? She is/was totally delusional.
After I finished reading this story I felt so incomplete. So much was left out. It was like looking at
TV show where the ajudio kept kicking in and out so you miss some of the dialouge.
'In a low voice she said, "you know this is not what I want. I never wanted this."
Matt stopped moving for a moment; but he didn't turn around. He bit back a reply, and returned to the books. He didn't have to say it--they both knew what he would have said.'
- The loss of their intimacy and trust in a nutshell. He left it unexpressed because it was so obvious.
I personally don't believe in marital counseling except to address issues a couple cannot agree on after much discussion first. But marital infidelity isn't one of them. You can't discuss it except with some time passage and distance. The husband here was right not to want to hear excuses. You marry for someone to 'have your back' (aka 'trust'), to witness you had meaning to someone in a largely impersonal world (aka 'love'), and help carry the burdens of family life. When these are severely violated, as in infidelity, it SHOULD be a one-and-done. Couples seldom ever get back their couple intimacy once that happens. I saw this personally with a good friend and his inconstant wife after they tried to reconcile and he couldn't get past her blatant cheating which their friends saw. I also walked on my first wife despite her remorse and heartfelt protestations after her 4 month affair with a co-worker after some months of distant reflection. Forgiveness only comes with time and distance, and by that time your spouse is a stranger who you share some baggage with: children, poisoned memories, perhaps financial assets. So why try to reconcile unless there is an overwhelming reason? Ohio captures this dynamic soo well. This sad woman had it coming. He was responsible to his children, but also for his own happiness.
Brutal, but she cheated and paid a heavy price. I donāt blame him for not wanting to hear her why. There is no excuse for cheating.
Very very well constructed. Powerful. But I do hate any charcater who behave like mature adults. It is not natural!
Brilliantly written. Raw and very sad. Did I enjoy it no, how can anybody enjoy such a sad story 5*
Nicely done Ohio. Original; Tight vignettes. I liked the timeline snapshots idea, passage of days extending to months as the real denouement came to be. Well written as always. 5*
Jim
Well at least he gave her a chance but in the end he just couldn't stomach it, not that I can fault him for that.
You know how in a lot of these stories when they're narrating the seduction and there's usually a part where it says something like, "she knew it was wrong but she couldn't think about that right now." Well the ending right here, all the consequences, losing that love of your life and living alone thinking about everything you've lost and how it will never be the same, THAT is what they should think about. Perhaps then it wouldn't be so easy to spread their legs for another pussyhound. Of course it only applies to the women that aren't looking to fuck around initially; the rest are fucked either way.
excellent. A rightious MC gave the cheating slut what she wanted(actually he didnt) she wanted a dependable husband , father and she wanted a separate lover for romance? secret trysts? something to prove she was better than hubby? who knows? she ended up w/ nuffin but maybe some alimony, some child support and a lot of loneliness(which she richly deserved) 1 caviat, her lover shld suffer some consequences, a beatdown fo sho, if married, ruin his fambly too.. rk
If she loved him and wanted to stay married should have kept her legs closed any married person has to know that some lines should never be crossed
How did I miss this?? 2009?? This is great. I had no problem with his reaction. She got what she desired. And what she deserved. & stars, it was too short. The Bear loved it. Finish it, please.
The BEAR
Gorgeous story -- taut, incredible insight, and feels so very real.
The pissing on the dinner scene was -- disturbing. The equivalent of breaking dishes to express feelings. May have been necessary to give the story more impact, but -- seems like as talented writer as this could have had the husband just quietly ask her, "Would you like me to piss on this dinner now?"
5* This is the best-written story on Literotica. There isn't a wasted word and it tells me everything I need to know. Beautifully observed.
I wonder - if she had gone into their room when she heard him crying, might it have made a difference ?
(I come back to this every now and again just to see how this sort of story can be done.)
Standing on the table and pissing on everything, really. If that's the kind of person Matt was it's no wonder the wife was unhappy in her marriage. Another or perhaps a different opinion then most me thinks.
O know this is a short sharp story and some of his actions are brilliant. Urinating all of the full dining table is a classic. I would love to see this story expanded to see how and wife stated the affair, how he found out and a bit more after they divorced. Did her company fins out she hand an affair with another employee?
Hi Ohio. I found you through a reference by NTH. Iām glad I did. Excellent story. I wish you had let Lynn give her reasons for the affair. It would have been an interesting insight into her state of mind.
Excellent. Good pacing. No plot holes. I really appreciated the lack of excuses on the wife's part. Thanks!
...it's really cool; the "anonys" taking each other to task in the comments! š
Me thinks "Comments" is probably the best part of Lit!
Just one of the best stories ever posted on Lit that successfully transmitted the utter destruction of a marriage that infidelity will cause. Lynn committed marital suicide when she cheated. Matt did exactly what he had to do once he became aware that he couldnāt get over it.
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5 *****
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While I can't for the life of me understand such a fantasy, do yourself a favour.
KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.
Never let your wife suspect. She will lose respect for you. Even if only a little... that change could devastate your relationship.
NEVER act on this fantasy.
It's one thing to have a fantasy... no-one gets hurt in a fantasy.
But in the face of reality, when the fire of lust has been doused... circumstances have been changed and can never be taken back.
A third party is now part of your most intimate, your most open, shared bond.
Many people indulge in fantasies, but then find the reality to be quite different. You may think you want this, to discover that it destroys your heart, but once you have opened the door it may be too late. It may take time to sneak up on you and change your marriage, but by definition, you have already, irrevocably, changed your marriage.
Do yourself a favour.
Change your fantasy: to one of growing old with your partner, to being able to look back and know you both lived to honour the other, without the added poison that your wife knows you were willing to give her away to another. To let an outsider into her most private thoughts, spaces and feelings even temporarily; where she now has a memory of sex that you can never live up to. Because you never will be able to. Even if it's bad sex, there will always be the element of doing something that she shouldn't have done, with someone new and unfamiliar, not the everyday man who is no longer a question to be answered. She would forever have something that you didn't give her.
... that is, if your marriage even survives. The overwhelming odds are that it wouldn't.
very well written. Paced perfectly. A realistic knife in the heart...and I write this as a man intensely aroused by the thought of my wife being unfaithful. For me, pain, that visceral blinding kick in the gut, of knowing...or better yet, seeing, your wife, the woman you love, wracked by orgasms as a guy, who probably cares for not at all, uses her body and most likely enjoys the thought of sending her well inseminated body back to me.
It is a twisted fantasy, one that made me ashamed when I first had them about my wife...not whilst having sex with her, or idly fantasizing about it, but in those awful lonely instants after you cum in her.
You do have some skill...not my usual thing at all...but did I put myself in Matt's place.
Practically perfect. Brief and to the point. She ripped out his heart and he could never trust her again. She had her affair despite having two young kids. They tried to get past it, probably fir the kids. Didn't work. He moved and found someone else. All they are to each other now is co-parents. Not sure I would be so non-confrontational, but to each their own.
I loved it, and it hit all of the marks. The big thing I noticed is the lack of the usual excuses, and for that I thank you. Also Thank You for sharing it with us.
Some anony 6 months back:
"A scenestory is an obvious attempt by a writer to conceive a story around a particular image the author has imagined."
What a maroon. Every... single... literary... work is trying to do the same thing. Every written page in history finds it genesis in a single thought: even philosophy or the solving of a mathematical puzzle. Whoever you are, anony, at your core you are a pseudo intellectual apologist, without making your motivations obvious. What was the point of your comment at all?
Amateur authors have a creative idea, realise their idea on paper, and offer it here, free to be read. You make it sound like they are in a competition, or that they are vying for a doctorate, or that they are holding themselves up to be some kind of authority. You make it sound like you are some kind of authority.
Wake up. Even the fringe extreme BTB and cuck commentors make more sense than you. At least they are telegraphing their own sympathies.
On another note, another anony commentor posted the best one here: "OP just one the internet".
This was an outstanding, realistic story. It's currently rated at 4.56. I think it should be higher, if you consider the scoring system to be pertinent.
The scene where he pisses all over the meal is about the most original and most effective demonstration I have ever read on here of a husband showing a wife exactly what her actions have caused. It would have shot straight to her psyche, unfiltered and unvarnished.
The meal created out of love and hope, created to demonstrate to her husband her intentions, he could not have done anything more deliberate to decimate it and send the message that what she had thought to do was irrelevant and wasted. Brought to nothing by a putrid, despicable act. Just like the marriage.
No violence necessary. No physical harm caused. No scorched earth revenge.
I am sorry, but I am signalling my intent to plagiarize your idea... but not in words. If I am ever faced with similar circumstances, I will remember this and do the same.
The rest of the story cuts right to the core in every scene, and still, there is not one PI, not one offshore account, not one special government clearance, not one ninja skill. No-one gets tied to a chair and beaten. There is no Martian slut ray.
Everything is as you could expect to find in any one of a billion failed homes, and the story is all the more powerful for it.
Just a cutting-edge insight into the feelings and consequences of such a failure.
Kudos to you.
Standing on his chair to piss on the nice meal she prepared was unexpected and original. š
Were I the MC, I would not have gone to therapy and sure as shit would not have had sex with her again.
Great story
Covered the pain of infidelity and that trust is gone. And the forgetting is almost impossible
4 stars. On one hand, he ended up with a "prety" gf, and didn't fully lose access to the kids, and the cunt seems to regret it, or at least regret that he has someone better. On the other hand, he lost the family he wasted his life on, ended up with having kids once every 2 weeks thanks to in-justice "family" man hating court, and - while not outright stated in the story, obviously got fucked over in the divorce in favor of the cheating piece of shit. Actually, I changed my mind and now it's also 3 stars because the fucking asswipe therapist was clearly on her side too.
Ignoring the urination stunt, this came off as pretty realistic. Lot of guys in a similar situation do not want to know why, will not confront, and have no basis for wanting not to try again. That is a perfectly valid choice. No BTB. No reconciliation. Just divorce. Besides the wife here didn't come off as someone particularly apologetic. She did not evade him when he asked and she is confused what to do, and while she didn't play from the cheaters handbook like most stories on this site, she didn't communicate anything, and wad more surprised than anything about what to do. Indecision and lack of apology and atonement means zero chance. And even with all that chances are low. 60% of husbands who are victims of adultery divorce after discovery within a couple years. Compared yo 40% of wives who are cheated on. Even more telling is confession vs discovery. If an affair is discovered without (prior) confession (across both genders) then a divorce within five years is high (> 60%). If the affair is confessed before revelation then the odds of divorce in five years is 20%. Nit saying doesn't maul or wound the marriage regardless, but confession is a big difference. And not after the fact claptrap. So a woman who doesn't confess and cheats on her husband for sex (as with Lynn in this story), has very low odds when convolving multiple factors. And yet the whole LW story section is replete with such scenarios. Best case for reconciliation is cheating husband who confesses. Worst is cheating wife with no confession. Then of course other factors, like kids or length of affair or why. In this case her husband decided he didn't even need to get to the why to end the marriage. He stuck it out for several months (probably for thr kids) but in the end knew it would forever be shattered. Lynn doesn't come off as a bad person per se or even a slut. She made terrible decisions a few times. Contrary to some other commenters below, it wasn't an emotional affair, but it was a major betrayal nonetheless. And this is what she reaped: an impending divorce, a split family with two young kids, her husband getting serious with another woman, and potential loneliness. She is about to realize how competitive the dating scene is in her mid 30s with two young kids. Sure she fan get sex and maybe scratch her itch but the odds of finding a great husband a second time sound are slim to none. Especially with her baggage.
An excellent story relating the story of two hurt peoples descent into more hurt and pain and the disintegration of their marriage.
His refusal to allow himself to be coerced or hoodwinked by a counselor is probably a truer reflection of real life than these pathetic stories where the man is coerced into counseling. Then suddenly and against all odds, when he finds out what SHE wants and what is wrong with HER, he just becomes instantly miraculously healed and their marriage returns to the loving state that it was prior to her doing what she wanted.
His peeing over the carefully prepared meal reminds me of a true story.
This husband was a well liked and respected man. He was a truck driver., having repeatedly turned down promotions. He didn't belong to any clubs or organizations, and yet as measure of how well liked he was there were over 600 people at his funeral.
One evening his wife and he were arguing at the table. He was so frustrated by her attitudes that he just stood up, lifted his plate about 2 or 3 feet above the table and let it drop. His plate shattered into 100 pieces and covered his wife's and 6 kids meal with broken china. No food that night for anyone.
Good sane rational kind nice people will still do bad things given the wrong provocation.
Hurt people will hurt other people.
This story is so loaded. Neither party ever uses the word āloveā to describe their feelings toward the other or to describe their relationship and marriage. If they donāt love each other than there is no point staying married and divorce is a natural consequence. Lynn was slowly taking steps to exit the marriage by flirting and then sleeping with her coworker. She would have eventually moved into an emotional affair and they would have split anyway. She really liked having sex with another man and never apologized to Matt for doing it. She is upset that the breakup went down like this but this marriage was dying and Matt didnāt know it until it was too late. It really is no big deal since half of all marriages end in divorce. They split, they move on, time passes and their marriage becomes a regretful memory. But thatās the beauty of life, you learn from your mistakes, keep going and find fulfillment again with someone new. You have to turn the page. This really isnāt a remarkable tale.
, I don't pretend to know the author's motives during the writing process, but to answer your question about why the cheater cries - no one is perfect! Everyone makes mistakes and later pays a price. Sometimes it's not very high, but other times the cost is prohibitive. Perhaps in retrospect, the wife realizes her error and is hurt by the devastating consequences her actions wrought. She still has the 'right' to be hurt by what happens, regardless of whether she's at fault or not. She's still now a single mom and recognizes what she lost. Just my 2 cents worth...
BTW - not sure if these are the right words or not, but I'm sorry you were cheated on. I'm sure it was horrible.
I always question why is the cheater crying? She's the one who trashed the marriage because she obviously wasn't happy so why did she cheat and then feel bad because of the cost? The cheater causes so much pain. I know cause I was the victim of a wife who cheated. Good story full of feeling and the consequence of cheating on a marriage.
Hmm, peeing on the dining room table? Really? What a load of nonsense! Matt is an asshole who just wants to be angry and feel sorry for himself. He was uncooperative in counseling and ruined the romantic getaway to the Caribbean which was intended for them to reconnect as a couple. Why did he bother to have sex with her at all? He decided he hated his wife and honestly she is better off not suffering his presence any longer. There was absolutely nothing she could do to get him to accept her apology, achieve a reconciliation, and heaven forbid get his forgiveness. In the end it appears that the brief affair was an excuse for Matt to leave his wife and find a younger woman without children as his lover and leave all the adult responsibilities of raising children and maintaining a household to Lynn. He bailed because he wanted to from the start. What an asshole! This author will blind you with this kind of bullshit every time.
Loved it, the slow implosion of the marriage after infidelity so common. Getting over that level of disrespect and contempt is almost immpossible for a man. Having been cheated on, the mental pictures of her with her AP is a feeling i understand well. Glad the husband moved on and the wife suffered tge consequences of her infidelity
5 Stars as what did she expect him to do . I caught My ex cheating and I sent the guy a Thank You card for letting Me find a real women that loved Me for who I am . She never got her soulmate to marry her but he gave her 2 kids to raise . He never wanted kids and He was cheating on her all the time . She had the balls to ask Me to raise his kids . I said Hell No
A real tough situation. With infidelity, there are never any winners. Everybody loses.