Tears flowed freely down her cheeks to baptize her keyboard.
Sandra placed her laptop on her bedside table to avoid ruining it. She grabbed a box of tissues, and blew her nose, then dabbed her eyes of the brimming well of tears impeding a clear vision of the screen.
What was the point of crying for anyway? It was not as if she did not sense that they had drifted apart for quite some time now. The sex between them lapsed by months; he always seemed over preoccupied by work, and too tired to make love.
Still, it was quite different to perceive something as a probability, then to see them making love on her own bed. What hurt the most was not the sexual part for they seemed to enjoy strong sexual compatibility - that was not it. What hurt the most was the tenderness with which they embraced post satiating their passion. They seemed to care a lot for each other. She felt like an usurper, a voyeur of Eros blessing a couple with that elusive thing called love.
Just then Carla walks into the room, asking Sandra if she is in pain.
-“I am in the most gut wrenching pain imaginable Carla. I’ve realized that decades of fidelity, love, creating a loving family, raising our son, was ultimately not enough for our love to thrive. So many good times, as well as bad times we went through. So many ironed shirts, elaborate meals…basically I was his mother, advisor, cheerleader, therapist, and slut. I too worked hard to build together pretty much what we enjoy now, all the while raising a son too. And now, he found a much newer model to bestow his passion and genuine affection on. Is this remotely fair?” Sandra asked this quite bitterly.
-“Oh my God! Sandra how did you get this? That’s his secretary! That son of a bitch! How did you get this anyway?” Carla said this when it dawned on her who the naked people embracing and lovingly kissing on the bed were.
-“For some time, I had suspected that he could be cheating on me. His aloofness was too obvious. Before I went into surgery, I had someone install various cameras inconspicuously placed in our bedroom. On purpose I told him that I’d recuperate post the procedure in your home, so that you would take care of me. I knew this would give him excess freedom to do as he did…see!”
-“I’m sorry Hun, truly! You had a perfect marriage, and you helped him get to where he is now. What are you going to do now? Are you going to confront him, or keep quiet?” Carla asked with genuine concern.
-“They are in love Carla!” Sandra said as she broke down and sobbed disconsolately.
What was the point of crying for anyway? It was not as if she did not sense that they had drifted apart for quite some time now. The sex between them lapsed by months; he always seemed over preoccupied by work, and too tired to make love.
Still, it was quite different to perceive something as a probability, then to see them making love on her own bed. What hurt the most was not the sexual part for they seemed to enjoy strong sexual compatibility - that was not it. What hurt the most was the tenderness with which they embraced post satiating their passion. They seemed to care a lot for each other. She felt like an usurper, a voyeur of Eros blessing a couple with that elusive thing called love.
Just then Carla walks into the room, asking Sandra if she is in pain.
-“I am in the most gut wrenching pain imaginable Carla. I’ve realized that decades of fidelity, love, creating a loving family, raising our son, was ultimately not enough for our love to thrive. So many good times, as well as bad times we went through. So many ironed shirts, elaborate meals…basically I was his mother, advisor, cheerleader, therapist, and slut. I too worked hard to build together pretty much what we enjoy now, all the while raising a son too. And now, he found a much newer model to bestow his passion and genuine affection on. Is this remotely fair?” Sandra asked this quite bitterly.
-“Oh my God! Sandra how did you get this? That’s his secretary! That son of a bitch! How did you get this anyway?” Carla said this when it dawned on her who the naked people embracing and lovingly kissing on the bed were.
-“For some time, I had suspected that he could be cheating on me. His aloofness was too obvious. Before I went into surgery, I had someone install various cameras inconspicuously placed in our bedroom. On purpose I told him that I’d recuperate post the procedure in your home, so that you would take care of me. I knew this would give him excess freedom to do as he did…see!”
-“I’m sorry Hun, truly! You had a perfect marriage, and you helped him get to where he is now. What are you going to do now? Are you going to confront him, or keep quiet?” Carla asked with genuine concern.
-“They are in love Carla!” Sandra said as she broke down and sobbed disconsolately.
Sandra softly caressed the send command button of the mouse. She delicately circled it with rotating motions as if she were caressing her engorged clitoris. She forestalled pressing it for she knew that once she pressed it, there would be no turning back. With a cold detachment which surprised her, she applied due pressure to click send.
-"Mom! I can’t believe you did that! I know he did wrong, but couldn’t you have talked it over? Perhaps you two could have gone to couple’s therapy? Did you know that your prank cost him the promotion to Vice Presidency? That cheating video of his which you ‘CC’ sent to all his contacts, personal and business, ruined all the hard work and decades of ascending the corporate ladder! That was really devious on your part mom! And to top it off, you kicked him out of his own home too? I can’t believe you mom.” Paul was incredulous.
-"Mom! I can’t believe you did that! I know he did wrong, but couldn’t you have talked it over? Perhaps you two could have gone to couple’s therapy? Did you know that your prank cost him the promotion to Vice Presidency? That cheating video of his which you ‘CC’ sent to all his contacts, personal and business, ruined all the hard work and decades of ascending the corporate ladder! That was really devious on your part mom! And to top it off, you kicked him out of his own home too? I can’t believe you mom.” Paul was incredulous.
-“Paul my love, please know that this is always your home too. If you marry that girl…what’s her name, and if she ever takes away your home, and half of what you've worked so hard to attain, please know that you are always welcome back to this house with mommy.” Sandra said this lovingly into the telephone.
-“Just one more thing darling, if you do marry her, please…please…please! Don’t have children just yet, wait about five years, or even better, seven. I am too young looking and hot to be a grandma.”
-“Just one more thing darling, if you do marry her, please…please…please! Don’t have children just yet, wait about five years, or even better, seven. I am too young looking and hot to be a grandma.”
to be continued...
