"Divorce, I want a Divorce!" She yelled at me.
She and I were no longer having sex. She no longer wanted to touch me whatsoever, she did not want to be in the same room with me. She did not know why but sex was never going to happen again ever. Not that she really ever liked sex with me, we married because she was pregnant, over the years we went thru the motions of sex maybe once a week. She hated her life, she made it clear she wanted out, finally filing for divorce.
I was devastated I would soon be divorced, it hurt to even say the word I could not imagine a time when I was ever alone, I moved from my parents home to our home with her how would I cope? how would I ever get thru all of this? how indeed. The court day came and went, I had moved into a smaller apartment a one bedroom in a smaller older building, it was perfect for me, I settled in and this became my new home. I met a few of the neighbors two older women who gave me the eye even flirted with me they both reminded me so much of my ex wife I could not imagine being with either of them.
My neighbor across from me was a very friendly young man of about thirty six, the smells of the food this guy was cooking in his apartment made your mouth water. He was attractive, I would say about six foot one, lean, not muscular, his body was tight, his skin was pale, blonde hair deep blue eyes, always very polite, saying hello and asking how I was. We chatted a few times, he suggested I come over and have a beer sometime when we both had the time, I agreed and was on my way.
I got home after work one night, it had been a long night, overtime, I was hungry, dirty and so very tired. My young neighbor was just getting home from the grocer, he had bags and bags of groceries,
"Can I help carry some up," I asked seeing him struggle.
He thanked me and said "That would be great, your very dirty, and smelly," He said making a face.
I laughed "Yes we had another breakdown at work, I had to get everything working again." I said smiling at his honesty.
"Is this a good night for you to come over for that beer?" He inquired.
"I am very tired and still have to make dinner," I said exhausted.
"I was at the grocer picking up the finishing touches for the meal I was preparing, go have a shower, then come for dinner." He insisted.
"Okay has to be better than anything I could ever make." I said following him up the stairs.
I went home and showered, put on some clean comfy clothes, grabbed a couple beer and headed over to his place. I knocked.
