This story has no sex in it. It tells of a husband and a wife who have a problem. The wife has the problem, and feels she can't tell her husband. This tale of woe is caused from listening to the wrong people and not communicating with a spouse. As I said... this is a first for me too... there is no sex in this story at all. None. Nada... imagine that.
She hit me with it right after dinner one night. My wife had been reserved all week long, and this Friday night she seemed even more so that way. I was worried about her, and actually started the conversation that caused this to happen.
"Honey, what's up? You've seemed upset about something for over a week now."
"It's nothing really. I just have been trying to figure something out."
"Well, you have me worried dear. Care to enlighten me at all? Something has been bugging you."
"Well, I think we need a trial separation Carl."
I sat there shell shocked. Had she hit me with a baseball bat I would have been less surprised. A trial separation? Where the hell had that come from?
"A trial separation? What are you talking about?"
"Don't yell Carl. I just... it's just that I feel..."
I was having a hard time calming myself down now. She hit me with wanting a separation and I'm supposed to take it all calmly and sedately? Jesus. What had I done now? Why now of all times anyway? I was just flat stunned.
"I... I need to find myself Carl. I have been feeling smothered for quite some time now and I need some space. I need to think some things over."
"But a trial separation? That is one step away from divorce Paige. Why haven't you said something before this? Is it something I've done? Not done? What?"
"It's not you Carl. It's me. I need to find... well, find myself. I know that sounds all self centered and physco-babbly, but I need to figure out what it is I need and want in life."
"You want to leave me then?"
"NO. I need to have some time to myself to see what it is I need and want Carl."
"How about a marriage counselor? I'd do that for you honey."
"No. I don't want or need to tell my issues to someone else. Look Carl, I just need some time. Maybe... oh... say six months. After that I'll know what it is I want to do for certain."
"Six months? Where will you live? What will you do for... uh... relief? I know I will have a hard time going six months without you... and without sex too. I know you have a higher sex drive than I do too, so how will we handle that? Besides that, in six months we will be in divorce court for sure. I can't go that long without seeing you. We can't go that long without talking and seeing each other. Somehow I need to be a part of your 'finding yourself' dear."
"Sex won't be an issue with me Carl. I know it will be hard for you, but we'll make out okay in that department. I was thinking that we could have a date once a month maybe..."
"ONCE A MONTH? No way. Once a week maybe... and not any more than that Paige. We need to see and talk to each other at least once a week. Anymore than that and we'll end up in divorce court. We'll drift apart if we don't see each other more than that."
"Please try to understand Carl. I'm not wanting to divorce you. I only want to figure some things out."
"So... you're going to date other men during this time then too?"
"What? No. No dating by either of us. We need to remain faithful to each other during this time."
"Oh? How am I supposed to resist temptation then Paige? How are you going to resist temptation Paige? You want it more often than I do."
"Look, this isn't about sex Carl."
"I know that Paige, but sex is an important part of our life together, and going six months without will open us both up to strong temptations. We, either one of us, or possibly both of us could fall prey to that dear. Please... reconsider this idea. Lets go get some counseling, separate and together... please."
"Paige... my business is this close to being where we envisioned it being. We're this close to not having to have you work anymore. We're this close to financial security for life. If this separation ends up in divorce it will kill the business and it will kill me. I love you Paige. I don't want to lose you. Please... please... there must be some other way."
"I'm sorry Carl. I knew that this would be hard, and its actually been harder than I thought it would be. I don't want to hurt you. I just need to be alone for awhile."
"Well, if you're going to insist then Monday we'd better go see a lawyer."
"A lawyer? What for?"
"If we're going to be separated, then there will be legal issues that need to be addressed. Issues like any fucking around outside of our marriage during this separation will be grounds for a full divorce with no right to property for the guilty party."
"What? I won't be dating or sleeping around Carl, there's no need for a lawyer to be involved."
"Yes there is. Besides, if you aren't going to be sleeping around as you say, then there will be nothing for you to worry about will there?"
"Well no. But what if one of us just slips accidentally?"
"My point exactly Paige. That's what worries me. Your sex drive is higher than mine is, and I have a pretty high one. Neither of us will be hardly able to cope with six months. Especially with only once a month dates."
"Carl, I'll not change my mind on this. If you think we need to do it all legally, then we'll do it. Start it Monday."
"Paige... please... please... don't do this."
"I'll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. I have a place already rented and I'll move in there tomorrow."
I slept roughly all night long. Tossing and turning, wondering where in the hell things had gone so wrong? How had I missed Paige's needs? How had I not seen this coming? Where had this all stemmed from? She had refused to talk to me after our first talk, and I was at a loss for what to do now.
That next morning it took her all of fifteen minutes to grab her things and split. She left me a phone number and the address of her new place and was gone. Alone in my house I suddenly realized that my life had taken a hard left turn on the road to life and I was not sure where I was headed anymore.
Monday was a long and tiring day. Paige was steadfast in her need to be alone and the lawyer did what he needed to do to protect both of us. It was a tough day for me especially because suddenly Paige seemed like a stranger to me too. On top of all that, my business took a huge upswing in demands on my time as well.
Paige was gone from my life that night, and I knew true loneliness for the first time in several years. Paige had her job, and I knew a few of her coworkers there, so I'd be able to keep in some kind of touch about her life that way, but other than that, I was all alone.
That first month was tough. I was working harder and harder, spending more and more time at the office and less and less at home. I almost lived in my office. My secretary and the people I had working for me were genuinely worried for me too. They all knew that Paige had moved out on me, and they were sympathetic. Nobody could tell me why or how to fix things though.
Our first date was made for a Saturday night. We met at 'our' place, and after Paige parked her car in the driveway where she had always parked it, we went out to eat. She was quiet and would only talk about the weather or her job. She asked a few questions about my business, but other than that it was like a date from hell.
The part the hit me hardest was the feeling she gave off to me. It was like I was nothing to her. Nothing at all. That hurt me too. I suppose I got a little bit angry thinking about that and by the end of the date it was all I could do to keep snippy comments out of the conversation.
I did notice that she mentioned one particular coworker several times. His name came up more than once and she seemed to act different when mentioning him too. I knew that the guy was the owner's son and was in charge of several departments. Paige didn't work under him, but in a way he was her boss still. After all, he was the owner's son.
Her talk of him sent alarm bells off in me. Could this be the reason for her sudden need to be alone? Was she thinking of cheating on me? Leaving me for this guy? I had heard he was a real player and he had hit and scored on dozens of women. I had also heard he didn't care one little bit if they were married, engaged or single. He was a regular ladies man and that fact coupled with Paige's attitude so sudden caused me to have a small kernel of fear deep inside.
After she left that night, having only hugged me as she got out of my car and into hers, I sat and thought about things. I knew I loved her and I was pretty sure she still loved me. I just couldn't figure out what was going on with her now though. As I usually did when faced with a problem I couldn't get a grip on, I used my one hole card. I called my brother.
My brother had started a small business in landscaping and built it into a massive operation. After a few years of running it, a larger company had come along with a very lucrative offer for his business and he had jumped on selling out. That deal had left him well off, and with a few better-placed investments, he had managed to quintuple that money too. He was now officially semi-retired at the ripe old age of forty-one.
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