Edited by 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan'.
I'm pissed, mad, aggravated and whatever other adjectives you want to use that are negative. I can't believe what she did to me. My so-called wonderful girlfriend and future wife took what I thought was a good relationship and threw it down a toilet.
Let me start at the beginning: Sheila and I met at a private party. I was nineteen at the time and she was twenty-two. We always laughed when people asked if she was robbing the cradle. It didn't bother me at all. In fact at the time I was proud that a sexy older woman found me attractive.
I'm a decent size guy at six feet tall and around a hundred ninety pounds. I have a boyish face, at least that was what I was told. Sheila was a sexy gal, not skinny but slender, nice boobs, shoulder length hair and a nice ass. She always tried to look good and it usually worked. Sometimes too much. She got a lot of looks which made me a little jealous.
We started dating and after a few months she asked me to move in with her. She said she hated living alone. Maybe I should give you a little history about us before going on with the story.
I moved here from another state. I was able to get a job as an electrical apprentice at a major automotive plant but I had to take the training here. I took electrical training at the vocational school and scored high. My dad, who already worked at the automotive plant, got me the interview. I was really lucky to get this opportunity and took it. I got a room at the YMCA. It only cost me fifty bucks a week. It was only a single room with a bed, dresser and desk. I did have a microwave. We used the community bath and showers. They let me work out at the Y also. I used the pool but that was about it.
Sheila lived in a trailer park. It was actually a pretty nice park. Mostly older retired people with well kept trailers. There were a few younger people. It was a pretty good size park.
She was married for about two years but it didn't work out and the guy left. I was told that he had cheated on her and left with the other woman, but looking back it could have been the other way around. She kept the trailer and went back to her maiden name. She was a department head in sales at one of the local K-Marts. The money was good and of course she was paying on her trailer home.
It finally happened. She convinced me to move in with her. Life was great. Three or four times a week we had sex. She taught me everything. Neither of us ever talked about our past experiences. I didn't have much experience since I was only nineteen when I moved here. Sheila, on the other hand, had been married; she literally taught me how to make love, not just have sex. I really did feel I was beginning to love her, something more than just the sex.
About every two months the people living at the park held a get-together. There was a big recreation hall where they held dances and it could be rented for parties. They also had a pool where the members of the trailer court could swim. As I mentioned, most of the members were older retired people. So when Sheila showed up dressed sexy as hell all these old timers probably got hard-ons.
She would wear tight mini-skirts and blouses and sweaters that always showed her boobs. To me she looked great and, yes, somewhat slutty. It was fine if she dressed for me but after a while I got tired of all the men ogling her. It was just becoming too much. If she dressed and acted like this in front of me, I often wondered what happened when I wasn't around. I know I didn't like her wearing those tiny two piece bathing suits in front of the old men and of course the younger ones.
One day she came home with a new friend. It was a woman she worked with. She said they were talking while on break at work and found out they both lived in the same trailer court. Gloria and her boyfriend Stan lived on the other side of the court from us. I met Stan for the first time at the next gathering.
Stan was around forty years old, a big mouthy type guy. I really didn't like the guy much. Gloria, on the other hand, was a really sweet girl. She was probably twenty years old, a little on the chubby side but still beautiful. She had one fantastic personality. I couldn't believe she would be with a guy as arrogant as Stan. What does he hold over her that she stays with him? After all they are not even married and he was twice her age. She could leave at any time.
Sheila, on the other hand, didn't think Stan was that bad of a guy. I was surprised when she told me she had met Stan months ago at work. He used to work in the shipping department as a stock person at K-Mart where she and Gloria worked. She told me she really didn't know him all that well but saw him around now and then. She mentioned that he might seem arrogant but look what he did for Gloria. I had no idea what she was talking about. Just when she was about to explain it to me, Stan and Gloria came to sit at our table. I guess I would just have to wait till another time to find out about Stan.
We were all dancing. I was with Gloria and of course Stan grabbed up Sheila. I saw that Stan was holding Sheila up against his body, then he whispered something in her ear. She was laughing as I saw him run his hand down to her ass and grip it. She laughed and slowly pulled his hand back up. I was pissed and told Sheila I was heading back to the trailer. For some reason she didn't come with me. She told me I was acting like a child. I told her not to be surprised if I wasn't there when she got back. She just laughed at me. I was pissed. I went back to the trailer and packed myself a suitcase and left for the YMCA - they always had rooms.
The next day she called my place of work and asked me to call her back. Unless it's an emergency we aren't allow to receive calls at work. I called her back and told her never to call me at work again. I'm not losing my job over her slutty behavior. I didn't talk to her for over a week, I was pissed. Then one night when I got off work she was waiting for me.
"Jerry, please come home. I miss you so much."
"Don't you have Stan and your other lovers to take care of your needs?"
"Please don't talk to me like that. I didn't do anything wrong."
"You let every Tom, Dick, Harry, and Stan grab your ass. Seems pretty wrong to me."
"I stopped him. Jerry, I just didn't want to make a scene."
"What do you want from me, Sheila?"
"I want you home with me. I want our family to be together."
"Family! What family?"
"I'm pregnant with our child, Jerry. After the baby's born I want to get married. We can be a family - you, me and our baby."
"What? You're pregnant, how do you know?"
"I took the pregnancy test two days ago. It showed positive, so I made a doctors appointment for today and he confirmed it. You are going to be a daddy. Now will you please come home?"
I was elated. I was going to be a daddy. I grabbed Sheila and kissed her and told her I would be home as soon as I picked up my stuff. During her pregnancy everything was great. We spent time with her mom and dad. Her mom was so happy; she was a nice lady. I always called her mom and, according to Sheila, she adored me. I was there for the delivery. I helped deliver my little baby boy. We were so happy and so were Sheila's mom and dad. Sheila wanted to name our son Jerry Jr. after me. I had no problem with that. Life was good again.
Sheila took a three month leave of absence. After about two months we got in a big argument. She wanted to go out. I told her the baby comes first. I remember her telling me she deserved a little fun too. I was working more and more since the baby was born and didn't spend much time at home. I was busy earning a living.
I was on the second shift and headed off to work mad. I guess I didn't have my mind on my job when I cut my hand. I went to the dispensary and the nurse sent me over to the clinic to get a couple of stitches. I had to take some medication so I was sent home for the night. I stopped off at K-Mart to get my prescription filled and saw Gloria. She asked me what happened and I told her about cutting my hand.
Gloria asked if I was going home. When I told her I was she asked me if I would drop a package off for her. Of course I told her sure and took the package. It was beer and cigarettes for Stan. If I knew that I would have probably said no.
I got my prescription and headed home. I pulled up to Stan and Gloria's trailer and knocked on the door. I heard noises coming from the inside. Stan was having sex with someone.
He yelled out, "Just a minute, be right there," and opened the door. He had on a bathrobe. He looked really surprised to see me.
"Gloria asked me to drop off this stuff for you. I cut my hand and had to get a prescription." I kind of looked behind him and saw a pair of purple panties and a bra just like Sheila owned.
Stan quickly said thanks and took his package and closed the door. I hurried home hoping to find Sheila. She wasn't there, so I went through her underwear drawer hoping to find the purple ones. They weren't there either. I was not really pissed. Surely she didn't have the baby with her.
I wrote her a note. "Where are you? I came home early and you're not here. I have to go out for a little bit. Talk to you later." I put the note on the fridge and got in my truck and headed out. I had to think what I was going to do now. She wants to fuck around. Fine, I'll get even with her and Stan and then move out for good. I was thinking, 'what about my baby?' By then I was wondering if Jerry Jr. was even mine. Shit! Damn! Fuck! I was really starting to love her again and she threw it all away.
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