Just a short story based on a supposedly true tale I read in a gossip magazine once. No explicit sex I'm afraid, so if you are looking for a quick 'fix' please move on quietly. As always, constructive criticism and comments are most welcome and, as usual, any personal attacks either on me or Britain in general will be deleted so don't even bother writing th...
There comes a point in a man's life when the hard decisions have to be made. Do you fight or throw in the towel? I believed that there wasn't anything that could make my wife do what she did to me. I had been married to her for 25 years and we have three kids. Macy is my baby girl and she is 18. Mike is 20 years old and in the Navy. Jason is 24, married with...
Author's Note: When I first started lurking on Lit years ago there were certain types of LW stories that easily got my hackles up. One of the worst was the cheating wife on her deathbed confessing all her indiscretions to her husband to ease her conscience. Sometimes she'd tell him, but other times she was even more heartless and just wrote him a letter. Thi...
Chapter 17 "Oh My God! JACK!" I felt dizzy. The man that was my husband that I thought was dead for nearly fifteen years is standing at my door in front of me. I said, "I can't believe it. They told me you were killed in a helicopter crash." Jack said, "I'm sorry, Nancy to spring myself on you like this but the reports of my untimely demise were greatly...
You may call me an asshole. It's a title assigned to me a few times previously. I maybe even accept it a little too willingly. I had spent the better part of last evening inflicting maximum emotional pain on my spouse. I will tell you this. Although things were going as expected, I wasn't getting any pleasure from it. I knew I wouldn't when I devised this cr...
Officer Flannigan was making his rounds in the park when he came upon me. I sat upon a park bench nearly catatonic as the sun was trying to peek above the horizon. The late November morning had a foreboding chill. The maples, oaks, and the few elms that survived the Dutch elm disease were long barren. Their leaves danced in the in the icy wind that swirled a...
Sorry for the delay in getting the end of this story posted and written. Life got in the way. ***** March transformed itself into April and then May. Even though I had been marking days off in black ink, I was still surprised when only as month remained until Eileen was returned to me. I focused on getting the home remodeling projects finished. I did not w...
I have enjoyed many of the stories on this site and after writing a story I have a greater appreciation for the hard work and effort it takes to put it together. I have written two versions of this little drama. The first is found here in this story and the next, a reconciliation, will be submitted next. I had no problem kicking the wife to the curb, but by...
Cold air sweeps through your white winter cloak. On a larger scale, the mountain before you gives off a chilling presence and it is not because you are on a higher altitude plane, but because only grey clouds seems to hover and swirl around the peak. It feels as if the mountain itself is collecting darkness to shade itself from the sunlight above. On a small...
Bob Holiday felt conflicting emotions. His best and longest friend Paul Foster had died after a long fight with cancer and he had left a request that Bob would write and read a eulogy at his funeral. He had met his friend when they both attended their first day in kindergarten and they had remained steadfast friends ever since that day, when they were in th...