herself.
I mean it, if he doesn’t want to work on this relationship, fine! I’ll take Trish’s advice, I don’t want to leave him but there are other ways to be happy and remain married. Just one more thing will drive me over the edge.
MJ began the process of removing her makeup and then jumped into the shower. The warm water was just what she needed to recover from last night’s disappointment and get on with her morning. Leaving her wet hair to air dry she dressed in the simple sweats and T-shirt brought from her closet and went down stairs. DJ was still asleep and she was able to make coffee and have a toasted bagel in peace, alone.
It’s not me! I did everything right last night. He has never done something like that, just jump on and off with pump and dump. I can’t just blame that on the stress at work it there has to be more to it. Does he have someone else? Has he lost interest over the years? I don’t know but I’m getting pretty damn tired of it…
MJ was sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee reading the morning paper when she heard the upstairs toilet flush. He’s awake finally. The clock on the stove read 9:47 and then the shower began. She finished reading a news article about the upcoming concert season in Cincinnati when Dalton walked in talking on his cell phone. It sounded like work. He walked to the cabinet and retrieved a coffee mug, poured himself a cup of coffee and walked out. Not a ‘Good morning’, ‘Hello’, ‘Kiss my ass’, nothing. So it’s going to be like that?
Mary-Beth was a little stunned when DJ made his exit. In the past he would have kept his conversation going while kissing her on the neck and groping a boob through the thin T-shirt material. He had always been sexually playful but today was completely different. She could hear him in his office still going on about reports and numbers and the long term benefits of a merger like this.
Since moving into the corporate life, Dalton had set up an office at the house as well. Most weekends there was something to do, a conference call, computer analysis, emails and it was easier that he had a place to keep his work when he was at home. Lately MJ thought the office was more of a hiding place rather than a work space. Dalton would come out for coffee, lunch and bathroom breaks but little else. Even when he was home she thought he was somewhere else.
She got up from the table and cleaned the kitchen. The thoughts of last night’s performance ( or lack thereof ) stayed with her as she moved about. Everything had been right as far as she could see. What did I do to make him act that way in bed? I could understand his dinner conversation but afterward, what happened? MJ wiped the counters off and made another pot of coffee. No matter how she went over the previous night, there was nothing she could find about herself that needed fixing. Give it some time. Remember you first thought he was not interested when it was just a dry spell. Give it some time…
Dalton would be in the office for the rest of the day. If she was lucky he would have time for dinner and some television before bed. Tomorrow was a day for packing and an early afternoon flight back to wherever he was currently working. She decided to make the bed, clean the master bedroom and master bathroom and then tackle the laundry. Most everything could wait to be done during the week, but she had nothing else to do and liked having the week free for herself. She really had grown accustomed to her alone time. And with luck Ella would have a new book or two to feed her growing fantasy world.
With the bed made up and the clothes from last night in their proper places, MJ began working on the master bathroom. The floor was wet from the shower, a towel lay on the floor, the toilet had been peed on and the mirror had Dalton signature markings of tooth paste splattered on it. How could one person do so much damage with one trip to the bathroom? She shook her head
I mean it, if he doesn’t want to work on this relationship, fine! I’ll take Trish’s advice, I don’t want to leave him but there are other ways to be happy and remain married. Just one more thing will drive me over the edge.
MJ began the process of removing her makeup and then jumped into the shower. The warm water was just what she needed to recover from last night’s disappointment and get on with her morning. Leaving her wet hair to air dry she dressed in the simple sweats and T-shirt brought from her closet and went down stairs. DJ was still asleep and she was able to make coffee and have a toasted bagel in peace, alone.
It’s not me! I did everything right last night. He has never done something like that, just jump on and off with pump and dump. I can’t just blame that on the stress at work it there has to be more to it. Does he have someone else? Has he lost interest over the years? I don’t know but I’m getting pretty damn tired of it…
MJ was sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee reading the morning paper when she heard the upstairs toilet flush. He’s awake finally. The clock on the stove read 9:47 and then the shower began. She finished reading a news article about the upcoming concert season in Cincinnati when Dalton walked in talking on his cell phone. It sounded like work. He walked to the cabinet and retrieved a coffee mug, poured himself a cup of coffee and walked out. Not a ‘Good morning’, ‘Hello’, ‘Kiss my ass’, nothing. So it’s going to be like that?
Mary-Beth was a little stunned when DJ made his exit. In the past he would have kept his conversation going while kissing her on the neck and groping a boob through the thin T-shirt material. He had always been sexually playful but today was completely different. She could hear him in his office still going on about reports and numbers and the long term benefits of a merger like this.
Since moving into the corporate life, Dalton had set up an office at the house as well. Most weekends there was something to do, a conference call, computer analysis, emails and it was easier that he had a place to keep his work when he was at home. Lately MJ thought the office was more of a hiding place rather than a work space. Dalton would come out for coffee, lunch and bathroom breaks but little else. Even when he was home she thought he was somewhere else.
She got up from the table and cleaned the kitchen. The thoughts of last night’s performance ( or lack thereof ) stayed with her as she moved about. Everything had been right as far as she could see. What did I do to make him act that way in bed? I could understand his dinner conversation but afterward, what happened? MJ wiped the counters off and made another pot of coffee. No matter how she went over the previous night, there was nothing she could find about herself that needed fixing. Give it some time. Remember you first thought he was not interested when it was just a dry spell. Give it some time…
Dalton would be in the office for the rest of the day. If she was lucky he would have time for dinner and some television before bed. Tomorrow was a day for packing and an early afternoon flight back to wherever he was currently working. She decided to make the bed, clean the master bedroom and master bathroom and then tackle the laundry. Most everything could wait to be done during the week, but she had nothing else to do and liked having the week free for herself. She really had grown accustomed to her alone time. And with luck Ella would have a new book or two to feed her growing fantasy world.
With the bed made up and the clothes from last night in their proper places, MJ began working on the master bathroom. The floor was wet from the shower, a towel lay on the floor, the toilet had been peed on and the mirror had Dalton signature markings of tooth paste splattered on it. How could one person do so much damage with one trip to the bathroom? She shook her head
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