*disclaimer - fiction
It had been a few months since my life had been turned upside down. It was a roller coaster of emotions for me, and all the beliefs and truths I thought I had known had turned out to be false or deceiving at best.
Accepting the loss of a high paying career was upsetting enough, but having my wife, Rachel, deceive me and openly cheat on me had destroyed the little bubble I was living in and had forced me to adapt to survive, so I thought. Having grown up as a single child with a single parent who had passed away years ago, I was used to roughing it out and accepting reality quickly.
The first couple of months were rough. I was working long unusual shifts at a position quite low on the totem pole at my company. I was regularly ordered around by other employees half my age. There were managers, and supervisors, and demanding clients and I was essentially turned into the errand boy for what felt like forever.
My wife, on the other hand, was having quite a lot of fun with her newfound life.
I have to admit that I underestimated her. I always thought of my wife as a housewife who spends more than what she could ever earn. I was wrong. After having met a moderately successful man and saw that she could get gifts and free stuff from them, she honed down on her dating profiles online and joined high-end dating sites, aiming for rich men who were looking for a casual relationships. She knew what type she wanted, and treated this like a career. All while flaunting it to her mother and I.
Rachel's hard work paid off and the type of men she hooked up with got fancier and fancier. At least I assumed so guessing by the increasingly exotic type of cars that would stop by our house and patiently wait outside for Rachel to get in.
She also started to look different. Rachel was never sloppy, but she was also not the type to give her looks much attention.
This had changed. She was now trimming her eyebrows and wearing incredibly sexy makeup and clothes.
Gone were her classy but plain outfits. Rachel was now sporting very tight leggings with cleavage revealing tops or short skirts and dresses. I started noticing the way men looked at her. They were looking at her with lust, in a way I hadn't looked at her before. I started feeling bad for the way I had taken her for granted and practically caging her in my house since we married.
Still, the fact that I was sleeping most nights alone now and that I had been slaving away at that awful job for months had given me a feeling of all around indifference to the whole thing. My wife was becoming more assertive and I was not going to get in her way and risk her leaving me.
Things got worse one night when my cell phone rang at work. It was my wife calling to inform me that one of her new fuck buddies, Kevin, offered her an admin assistant job at the large company he worked for, and that she would be taking it.
That's not all she called me to say. She also told me to tell my boss that I quit, because I would be needed at home to watch the two dogs while she was out working.
