Four perks to divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I awoke to the impending sound of the garbage truck coming down the street. I jolted out of the bed knowing my husband forgot to pull the trash can out on the curb this morning. I knew i shouldnt have fallen to sleep after i dropped my kids off at the bus stop.  "stupid stupid stupid" i chanted to myself as I tripped down the stairs to the front door. I ran to the side of the house where my overflowing trashbin was sitting. I pushed with all my might determined to beat the garbage men who seem to be working at super speed this morning. The truck slowed to a stop right in front of my house.  I looked up to the truck to see the kind eyes of a beautiful man, I turned a little towards his coworker who was equally has goregous but he had a playful glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face.  "You guys are early this morning" i said softly  "And your a little underdressed beautiful." said the playful one. I looked down at my bare

Ryan The minute i saw that beauty run out of her home in nothing but a tank top and a pair of underwear. I could not get her out of my head. I was driving the truck while my two best friends actually got to talk to her. I was trying not to be jealous because there moment was so brief but they got to hear her voice and look  her in the eyes.  I could tell by the way she acted and the way she looked although she was beautiful it looked as if she could shine so much more than she was. Something or somebody was making her sad. Since i have always been protective of my friends its always been the four of us I have never wanted to protect someone as much as i did that women. I had seen her husband before pulling the trash out and he looked like a scrawny douche. I hope i saw more of the woman and less of the douche because something in me wanted to make me want to fight him. I wouldnt say im intuitive but I got a bad feeling about that house and that fami

Ryan This scrawny ass dude has some nerve to talk to his wife and to me like that. This poor fragile woman was out here asking a question in order to take care of her home and this man was screaming about how she was whoring herself out. I know my boys stopped the truck which we werent supposed to really do but we didnt care. Violence against women is for pussies and we did not respect pussies.  "Excuse me?" The pussy douche sneered. "I pay your salary I pay for your service and i am telling you to get away from my property, my wife included."  The way he described his wife as property and not as something to be treasured really got my temper rolling, if I was not careful I would end up in jail. I could feel Derek coming closer to me he was the one who could keep me calm under even the worstn of any  circumstances.  I clenched my jaw and my fist and looked at this beautiful woman and I could see her visbly shaking pain and

Lorna201 pine lane,has been my home for 10 years and instead of feeling like a home it felt much more like a prison.We lived in one of those suburb neighborhoods in which every house looks exactly the same, when we had first moved into our home we were in total bliss the house looked amazing a beautiful rose garden at the front of the house surrounding the front bay windows and the side of the garage. The grass was a beautiful green and taken care of every weekend the house was a bright white and the inside always immaculate. Now the inside is always immaculate the outside now looked desereted while the grass was always cut it was brown. I felt that reflected my marriage perfectly. A week went by since the altercation with the trashmen. I was incredibly thankful for their willingness to help me and stand up for me without knowing me. The issue with them standing up for me was the consequenses that came after. Instead of an outburst James turned to me shook his head i

I lived in a small town in North Carolina named Crestview it wasnt to small that every single person knew each other but it was small in a sense that there was only one big shopping center in the middle of the town. There was a bunch of little boutique type stores through out the shopping center among big chain stores like target and tj maxx there also were a couple of small business offices as well. I usually only came out here to go to target since I was on a strict allowance from James. I was given $100 for grocceries every two weeks and $25 a month for myself. A surge of anger rushed through me again, how have I been so stupid, I let a man control me to the point where I had a $25 allowance. I am a 29 year old woman who has an allowance from a man who can barely get it up once a month for me. The first thing that I needed to do before I started even thinking about looking aroung the shop was to see if I still had access to my cards. I had this months al