House Guest

One more month, that's all Jeremy and I had left before he was gone. I would have liked to fuck him every day but we couldn't. Tim was getting suspicious of us. As we were too friendly with each other at times. So we took a break. Stopped flirting with each other and touching each other when he wasn't looking.

"Eventually we are going to have to tell him." Jeremy text ed me one day.

"You're right." I replied. Which he was. I had slept with Jeremy twice since the first time. And each time was better than the last. How could I go back to Tim now?

"I will leave earlier." Jeremy said. "Everything is worked out paper wise." he said. This shocked me. I did not want him to leave. "It will make things easier." he said.

"Fuck easy." I replied. "It's my problem, I will sort it out." I said as I left the conversation. It was my problem. I had to talk to Tim. I took a deep breath and walked out of the computer room. There he was sitting in his usual chair. I took a seat on the couch.

"We need to talk." I said reaching for the remote and turning the television off. He turned to look at me. His eyes told it all. He knew. I had known this man since we were in high school, I knew everything there was about him. And those eyes. Told me that he knew everything. I looked away.

"Thought so." he said. As he grabbed the remote and turned the television back on. I stood up. "Isabel is coming to live here in two weeks, I want you both out of here. By then." he yelled. I did not even look back. I just nodded. I went upstairs and began to pack. I sent a text to Jeremy letting him know. He did not reply back. I put all of my stuff into the computer room. I looked over at Tim, but he did not return my look.

"Was it worth it?" he asked. I did not know what to say. But he wasn't talking to me. I looked down the hall way. There was Jeremy standing there. "Breaking up a happy home. Was it worth it?" he asked. Jeremy was trembling not with nerves but with anger.

"What did you do?" I looked back at Tim.

"Did you know? He was still married?" Tim looked at me. "Oh yeah. Still married. So when I told his wife, she filed with a different lawyer." Tim said. "Over half she took right?" Tim asked. "That precious money you thought you were going to get. So you could move. I bet you're not getting any now are you!" he was yelling now. "Also I called a few old friends at the job, and they did not like the idea of someone stealing another man's wife, especially when that man gave up his house to him. So he is black listed in all the local construction jobs." Tim said with a smile. "Thought you were fucking me. FUCK YOU!" he said. Shouting from his chair. "That was my wife, not yours!" he said.

"But this wife, chose him!" I said yelling back at Tim. He looked back at me with hurt in his eyes. "This house has my name on it. Not yours." I said standing in front of him. "You forgot about that didn't you. So you can call your sister. And tell her to come get you. I was going to happily move away, but you want to play the victim here. I am the victim. Who cleaned you? When you came from the hospital? I did? I took care of you like any wife would. I got no thank you, no nothing. All I got was feed me, clothe me, fuck me, beer me, I need the sports channel, I need this sports package. What about me? What about my needs?" I shouted down at him. He looked away. "That's right. You got injured and got a nice new chair to sit in, while I worked double shifts, to give you what you wanted." Jeremy tried to hug me and I pushed him off. "So don't play the victim. Don't you dare!" I bent down and held his hand. "We had a good run. We truly did." I looked up at him. He nodded back down at me.

"Yes we did." he nodded. "I am so sorry, I didn't know." he said he gave me a kiss on the forehead. "You're absolutely right. I did not think of you." he said looking up at Jeremy. "You take good care of her." He stood up. "I will call her." he said as he walked towards the door. "I will go over to Jake's until she gets here." he said. Jeremy reached for him.

"Let him go." I said. Still on the floor. He walked out the door. A few hours later his sister and her husband came knocking. They did not say a word but grabbed everything including the chair.

"That all of it?" her husband asked. I nodded. "Thank you for not having him come upstairs." he said as he looked at the basement. "You're a lowlife, you know that!" he yelled at the door. He looked back at me. "And you're a disgrace." he said as he walked out the door. That was it. That was the end of my marriage. Jeremy came upstairs and we just held each other.