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Getting Out and About
All he needed to get over his cheating wife was to get out of the house and enjoy the scenery.
I just got out of court. My divorce of fourteen years was over. I should have known something was up, but I worked too much to notice the small things. My son had chosen to stay with his cheating mother. I am sure he had something to do with it.
He, being my neighbor. He nearly tripled what I made financially; it took both my ex-wife and me working full-time to keep our house in a nice neighborhood. I worked two full-time jobs and was still barely staying afloat. Now she was with him and wouldn’t have to work another day.
In the divorce settlement, they had let me keep the house. Why wouldn’t they? I thought as I opened the door to my now-vacant home. He sold his house and bought a new one a few streets down so my son could attend the same school.
“Fifty-three!” I shook my head as I poured myself another drink.
Seeing them fucking on my bed as I came home was still drilled into my head.
A smile crept over my face as I sipped on my drink. I remember telling a coworker about the situation.
“You know what’s funny?” he asked me. “Usually, the white guy comes home and finds the black guy fucking his…
