Lustly(5)

With no regard for who might be watching, including my f*ckstick of a husband, I stepped out of my mini-van and walked over to his shiny BMW. We’d sacrificed a new kitchen so that he could splurge on that car. I knew exactly how much it meant to him to have it looking pristine all of the time. I assessed the vehicle, walking over to the passenger side. With my elbow, I knocked out the passenger side mirror, giggling when I looked back and saw how it was shoved into the component. For a women in her late thirties, I felt like a teenager, doing something I’d definitely ground my kids for doing.

The mirror wasn’t enough for me though. I wanted the wow factor when he noticed the damage. I wanted his mouth to drop, as if he’d walked in and saw me blowing the pool boy or better yet, one of my son’s friends.

For a moment my mind went to Mrs. Robinson and I wondered if I still had that kind of hotness.

I found a rock on the ground, small, but large enough to scratch the paint to hell. Being rational, I knew I couldn’t write cheater, or * without him knowing I’d caught him. Until I figured out how to pay for a lawyer and get my ducks in row, I wasn’t going to let him know I was onto his secret affair.

Just as the rock made contact with the shiny black paint, my phone began to ring. It startled me, causing me to move my hand away from the vehicle.

“Hello?” I assumed it was about my children.

“Hey, honey, it’s me. I’m just checking in.”

That mother f*cker was in the hotel across the lot from me pretending he was away on business. It took everything in me not to blast him with the obvious truth and be done with it all. “Are they keeping you busy?” In other words, did Kate have her lips around his cock?

“Yeah. It’s pretty intense. I don’t know if I’ll be able to call later. I’ll shoot you a text before I go to bed.”

“I’ll wait up.”

“Great. You’re the best, Lil. Love ya.”

You-have-got-to-be-shitting-me.

I stared blankly at the perfect paint job on his car. “Yeah, love you too.”

With no regard for who could see me I took that rock and drew circles all over the door panel. The nerve of him was atrocious. He deserved much worse than I was giving him, and I needed to sort out my business before I could make any decisions.

After driving away, and pouring all of my tears over the steering wheel of the mini-van, I decided that I needed to speak to an attorney before I could jump into any plans with my future. We had a hefty house payment, and the utilities alone were enough for someone to need two jobs. Then there were my children. As their mother, I wasn’t willing to spend one single day without them under my roof. I’d be damned if that son of a bitch was going to have them.

However, I had no job; no means at all to make money. Sure, I could sue him and collect alimony, but my kids would still have to move; they’d be devastated over the breakup and I’d be taking them out of the only home they’d ever known. Someone like me, with no job experience could never afford to live anywhere remotely near where we resided, and I felt sick over imagining them choosing to stay with him over me.

I used my cell phone to look up the names of lawyers that offered free consultation. I knew they probably weren’t the best at what they did, but it was definitely a start. I needed options and advice, before I picked my kids up from school and drove as far away from my husband as possible.

Out of dumb luck, an attorney’s office had a cancellation right before I’d called. They told me if I was able to make it there in the next fifteen minutes I could get in to see one of the lawyers.

I drove across town and was in the parking lot of the building within minutes. Then I just sat there, staring at the building and realizing what I was going in there for. Was I ready to end my marriage? If given the choice, would my husband choose to stay with me? Could we resolve things without breaking up our family?

The answer was easy when I closed my eyes and pictured my neighbor’s lips sucking up his stiff dick. I climbed out of the mini-van determined that there was no way in hell I’d ever forgive him.

The attorney’s office was busy. Two front desk girls sat next to each other, one having people fill out forms while the other stayed on the phone. After signing in, I sat down across from this woman that was applying lipstick and double checking her makeup. I found it odd that this was a divorce lawyer and she was primping, as if she were going to look her best for a divorce.

She caught me looking as she put the tube of makeup away. “Let me guess.” She looked me up and down. “Your husband cheated?”

At first I didn’t answer her.

“Look honey, the sign on the door says Divorce Attorney. We’re all here for the same reason.”

I nodded quietly, still unable to admit that my husband had betrayed me.

“You can tell from your eyes that you’re hurting. I’ve been in those shoes. It sucks.” The front desk clerk called a name and the woman stood up. She walked toward me first. “Take my advice. Go to a salon and spend his money making yourself beautiful. Then look in the mirror and realize that you’re better off without him. It was the best decision I ever made.” She’d begun walking in the direction of the back. “I just wish it hadn’t taken me so long to realize it.”

The room cleared out and I was the only potential client sitting there waiting. One of the front desk clerks grabbed a brief case and left with a man, who I assumed was one of the partners. The other cleared her throat to get my attention. “Excuse me, Mrs. Ross, I need to use the ladies room. Mr. Polleras will be with you shortly. If someone comes in, could you let them know I’ll be back in five minutes?”