Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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Jack and I had been together a couple of years, we had met at Uni and then moved into a rented house and stayed together. I had struggled after uni to get a job at first, and so money had been a stretch, relying on just Jack's money meant we had few luxuries. I did a few cash in hand jobs, behind the bar in pubs or waitressing at café's that sort of thing.
After about six months I managed to get a full time job that was all remote working, they furnished me with a laptop and a company mobile phone, and I would spend most days in the lounge working from home, it was okay, not a fantastic salary, but it made a huge difference to us. I bought a car, used, but low mileage and well maintained, it would do for us.
Jack and I had a good sex life, we would experiment and play and pretty much knew what each other liked, I was on the pill as we hadn't decided about starting a family yet, and so we just enjoyed our lives, Jack was at work in an office all day, getting the bus from the end of the street, and sometimes the guys from the office would go to a local pub for after work drinks.
Yesterday I was doing the laundry, and I found an opened empty condom wrapper in his pocket. Odd, as we did not need to use condoms. I put it on the hall table for him to see when he got home.
When he walked in he saw me standing there, I looked at the wrapper, he followed my eyes and I could see him slump and he physically paled before my eyes.
"Sorry," he said.
"You're downstairs tonight," was all I said.
I didn't speak to him in the morning and after he had gone to work, I took all of my belongings and filled the car with them. Took the door key off my keyring and after I shut and locked the door, I posted the key through the letter box. As I was driving, I phoned my boss, on hands free of course, and said I had an emergency and wouldn't be able to work today. She was fine and said let her know either at the end of today or first thing tomorrow what the position was.
I was numb. I thought Jack and I were good, you know, we occasionally bickered, but nothing serious, we had frequent and satisfying sex, I knew no reason why he would go and fuck someone else. I didn't care though, that was a betrayal I could not accept, I only had one option. The house was rented in Jack's name, as he was the only earner when we signed for it, so, my only choice was to leave.
It was about twenty miles to dad's house. Dad was on his own, mum having passed whilst I was at Uni. That had been a bad time, dad was almost destroyed when mum went, and it took him a while to accept that she had died, but eventually he had. It had impacted my Uni studies, but I did manage to catch up..
I would speak to dad a few times each week, just to keep in touch, and to ensure that he didn't feel too alone. Back home to the farm was really my only option. Dad ran a dairy farm, a few dozen cows, milked morning and night, and there were a few fields that he grew grass for hay on, the hay providing winter feed for the cattle.
As I pulled into the farm yard, dad was there washing down the tractor, he looked across as I pulled in and smiled. He turned the water hose off and walked across to the car.
"Hello baby, this is a pleasant surprise, how are you and why is your car full of stuff, are you moving?"
I got out of the car and gave my dad a hug, and a peck on his cheek.
"Hi dad, I have left Jack, he cheated on me, can I move back here for a while?"
"Well he is a stupid bastard isn't he. Yes of course you can. You'll have to make the bed up in your old room. I will leave you to it, you know where everything is, I'll just finish out here."
"Thanks dad."
Dad went back to his hose pipe and resumed washing down his tractor and I started ferrying my belongings from the car into my old bedroom, which was now my new bedroom. As I took my first load I realised that making the bed first would probably be a good idea, It would give me somewhere to put stuff before I sorted it and put it away. The bedding was, as dad had suggested, in the ottoman at the foot of the bed.
Bed made, I resumed my ferry service, Hannah's U Haul. It probably took me about fifteen trips up and down the stairs to get my stuff into the house. I then went to move my car to the side and out of the way, but I thought I ought to ask dad where was best. Dad was still fiddling with his tractor, I mean, it's a tractor, how long does it take?
"Dad, where shall I put the car?"
"Leave me your keys and I'll put it in the barn when I've finished here, okay?"
"Yup. Oh, I still have my old front door key, I presume you haven't changed the lock?"
"No Hannah, same old lock, same old key."
"Good. Here are my keys." I passed them to him and he put them in a pocket in his overalls. "Cup of tea?"
"Please."
I went in to the house, I had only been away just over two years and everything seemed exactly as it had been when I last lived here. I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. I boiled the kettle and made two teas.
"Here you are dad." I said passing over his tea, and still cradling mine.
"Thank you love," he said.
