Piano teacher and student make music together.
He was being his obnoxious self when he got a little too touchy feely with Ann. I walked over and told him; in I guess a too loud of voice, to get his fucking hands off my wife. When he gave me that stupid grin of his I kicked him right in the nuts. He dropped to his knees and started puking. I told him next time I'd cut the sons of bitches off. That was the last I saw of him. He sold his house the following year and I never saw him again up until now; and he was with my wife.
The pictures showed them out to dinner twice, dancing and even kissing on her apartment doorstep; I lost my cool. She knew how much I hated that son of a bitch and even the night of the party she said I'd over reacted. I felt like someone had kicked me in the nuts.
"Ann, if you want to pick up the rest of your shit, I'll have it packed up and on the driveway for you to pick up Friday."
"Steve, what are you talking about? What stuff?"
"All the rest of your clothes and personal items, I've put them in garbage bags and they're in the garage. You'd better bring a truck because there are eleven of them."
"Steve, what's going on? Why are you doing this?"
"Ann, since you've moved on and have no intension of coming back, I'm just getting a head start on separating our things so it'll go much faster, besides, Richard hasn't seen you in your silver dress yet and I know you don't want to disappoint him." There was silence on the other end. "Goodbye Ann."
I put all eleven gabs on the driveway Thursday night. I really wanted to put them on the front lawn and turn on the sprinklers but I figured I'd get in trouble down the line. I did, however, leave her the picture of her kissing dick head on the top of the pile. It was a good clear picture and she could probably have it framed for prosperity after the divorce. I made sure I was gone to at least midnight Friday so I wouldn't have to see her.
My home and cell phone rang off the wall Saturday and Sunday. I finally had to turn them off but Ann filled up my message center on each. I deleted them all without listening to a one of them. I then called Hank and told him I wasn't waiting for the full six months and to have her served as soon as possible. He must have argued with me for a half hour telling me to cool down and to talk to her before I did anything stupid. Did I listen? Hell no! Serve the bitch were my last words. If it had been anyone else but Richard I could have sucked it up, but like I said, he was one of two people I hated and he was now tops on my list.
I ducked her calls for days but then she started sending me e-mails to my work. Those were a lot easier to delete than the phone calls. With a click and drag, I could get rid of a whole days worth with one swipe.
"You're more stupid than I gave you credit for," Dawn yelled at me. "I thought you were going to cool it?"
"I did until I found out who she was seeing, I guess I lost it after that."
"Lost it, it doesn't sound like you ever had it."
I gave her the long version; I guess I felt she deserved it since she'd heard the rest of it earlier.
"I can understand why you're mad; and I thought my husband was the only stupid fucker around. She screwed up and you don't even know if she's slept with him yet?"
"If she hasn't yet, she probably planned to. I don't even know if I could even kiss her after that asshole's lips were on hers."
"You know if you divorce her, he wins."
"He's already won. She picked him over me, what does that tell you?"
"It tells me she's an idiot but doesn't mean she doesn't still want you."
"She could have called me."
"And you could have called her. Don't forget Steve, I know the facts. Didn't I tell you that if you two didn't start talking you'd end up divorced? Well, I guess my premonition has come true; I guess you owe me dinner or something."
"Well, she was the one to leave, I'm just glad I protected myself."
"A lot of good that will do you.