Marital Competition: Everyone's Loss

I found a motel for the night then moved into a furnished mobile home. I did all the things that every recovering male does. The credit cards were cancelled and reissued. I took her off my bank account. I took care of all the other financial things including my will and IRA and 501 3c.

With heaviness of heart yet with my anger not yet fully controlled I met with a divorce lawyer. He did nothing to encourage me. I had no proof so I was going to lose big time. I told him I didn't care. Give her half of everything and all the equity in the house with the stipulation that her lover would never be able to enjoy the house ownership. I would not pay alimony. That part was non-negotiable. Never more would I support her. She had her own business and her lover was a doctor. He understood and started the papers. I asked him to give me the completed papers to serve on her when he had filed them. Janet and I were recognized as legally separated upon the filing the divorce papers.

I continued to work and putting my income into a third secret bank account. This made no sense really as it could be discovered easily but it made me feel better. She would have to look for it. I was not going to cooperate at any level on anything regarding her.

I called the kids and told them what had happened. I minced not words, giving them enough details to convince them I was right and she was totally wrong. They called her and told her they were divorcing her. She would not be their mother anymore. I didn't care if she was hurt.

I called her parents and mine and told them the same true story in as much detail as they wanted.

A week later, the divorce papers were filed and I had my copy to take to her. My lawyer said he would formally serve her that evening at 8 pm.

I called Janet from my mobile home.

She answered right off. "Janet, I am coming over tonight at 7:30 to talk. If you want to talk, this is going to be your opportunity. If you don't want to talk then I'm coming over to talk to you anyway."

"John, you are welcome. This is your home and you belong here. Can I fix dinner for you?"

"No, Janet. If we have coffee and some fruit that will be enough." I hung up before she could say anything else. She was trying to say something but I had no need to listen to her. I grabbed a 6 inch Subway and diet drink on the way that evening. I had the papers in my pocket as I rang the doorbell.

Janet opened the door and I walked in. She did not try to hug or kiss me which I thought was very unlike her but we were separated so maybe she was really done with me. I hurt but quickly recovered.

"John, I have someone here who wants to meet you."

I looked at a young man with scraggly goatee and a sneering grin. He was easily six foot four inches and 230 pounds. Next to my dainty five foot two wife, he toured over her and me to. I was only five foot 7 and a meager 145 pounds. I glared at him for I knew who he was automatically. Janet had not said she wanted me to meet him, only that he wanted to meet me.

I was physically afraid of him. Quickly my mind turned to means of self defense if needed. I had never boxed and new nothing of the martial arts. I was a doctor, pure and simple. I helped people, not fought with them. I remembered the snub nose 38 caliber I kept under my old underwear in my bedroom. It should still be there.

He approached me menacingly.

"Who are you and what are you doing in MY house with MY wife here tonight. Janet and I need to be alone to talk of difficult matters so I'm asking you to leave quietly and peacefully NOW."

"John, This is Dr. Sparks. He demanded to be here tonight. I had no choice but to allow him to stay. You know of our relationship." Janet replied assertively.

He kept walking toward me. He had not extended a hand nor did I. We glared at each other. I backed to the wall as he advanced. My heart was pounding in fear.

"You both must excuse me for a moment. I need to pee."

I scurried down the hall to my bedroom. It had been recently used. There were ropes attached to the four corners of the bed. The sheets were messed. There was the smell of sex in the room. Janet had been having sex just before I arrived and asshole wasn't about to leave without humiliating me. I vowed to myself that I would die or spend my life in prison before that would happen today. Quickly, I found my snub nose 38 and checked it. It had six rounds. I moved the safety to 'off' and slid it in my right pocket. I returned to the front room. The both of them were seated on my couch. I looked at my watch and it was five minutes to eight. Five more minutes until the deputy would arrive to serve the divorce papers. I wanted my timing to be perfect and was hoping the deputy's would be also.

"Okay, Janet. You wanted your lover here so here we go."

I walked to the couch. He started to get up but I shoved him back onto the couch.

"You had your invitation to leave, asshole. Now get this right. You don't own me. You are not welcome here in my house. You do what I say. If you are ready to leave peacefully then you have your last chance. I suggest you take it." He jumped up as I moved back rapidly to avoid him.

"So you are the little weak dicked wimp who thinks he owns this beautiful piece of female ass, huh? She has had a real man fuck her, that's me, and she wants me. Look at me woman and tell me you want me." He glared at me then looked at Janet.

She sat there, her hands twitching as her husband and lover glared at each other. "Yes, I want you, Dr. Sparks and I want John to."

Don't call me Dr. Sparks, bitch. My name is 'Master' to you. Now tell me you want me as your real man. I know wimp here has smelled my cum in what used to be his bedroom. Tell me. bitch."

"Yes, Master," she faltered as she looked at me.

"Asshole, the exit door is to your right. Take it and live. You may not walk out of here alive otherwise. That is not a threat. It is a solemn promise." I glared at the hunk standing some 6 feet from me.

I threw the divorce papers at Janet. "You adulteress, you are served. These are divorce papers. You will soon be free of me."

"I looked at asshole, "That's what you wanted isn't it?"

Looking back at Janet, I gritted my teeth and said. "You threw me away. You humiliated me. You lost your children. Your parents have disowned you and all for a hunk of worthless shit standing over here." I nodded toward asshole. "You wanted and loved being dominated. You wanted to be made into a whore. He will turn you into a common slut. I know his kind. They are arrogant. They think the world revolves around them. He will fuck you silly and then throw you away. Then what will you have?"

I could see the burning anger in his eyes.

"Get out of my house!" I yelled at him as he advanced on me.

I backed up to the wall, I had no where else to go. I slipped my hands into my pants and fingered the gun. I would not fight him on his terms. My hands were useless and the source of my income. He was too arrogant to give any thought that his hands might be injured. My right index finger slid around the trigger but I didn't pull it or point it at him. I did not want him to know that I had protection.

"You slime ball of a wimp." He growled at me. "You are mince meat. This is MY house and MY woman. Now you are going to be MY man." He smiled a snarl and took another step closer to me. My heart was racing. I wanted him to touch me first.

I sneaked a look at Janet but she did not come to my defense. She sat rigid as in a trance.

"Janet," I stared over at her for a moment. "Call 911 right NOW and ask for an ambulance and the police on a stat basis. Slime ball here is going to the hospital or the morgue."

I looked back at him. I sneered at him. "Okay elephant balls, better leave now. This is the third and final warning. You are trespassing. If you touch me you commit assault and if you hurt me you commit battery. That means jail time. So what will it be? I am no in charge here. Get out or get hurt badly." Then I whispered to him, "You are all bluster. When a real man like me stands up to a slime ball like you, you just melt like a snowball in July. You are pathetic."

"You g..d... wimp. I was going to tie you up like my bitch loves then, fuck your ass but now I've decided to beat your ass and balls, if you have any, then fuck what is left, providing there anything left to fuck. I'm going to have your balls for dinner."

He balled up his fists and jabbed a right at me. I jerked my head to the left but he caught me with a glancing blow to my left eye. His fist hit the wall and broke a hole in it. I felt the sting but he missed mostly. From there on things were a blur. I pointed the gun up from within my pocket and pulled off a single round. The blast deafened me, or was it his left fist hitting me square on the nose as I pulled the trigger again. I had kept both hands in my pockets. I dropped to the floor mostly unconscious. I heard the door break open as a brown clad officer entered with Janet's formal divorce papers falling to the floor as he pulled his service revolver.

Young Dr. Sparks lay partly on my rug but spread mostly across the table that was last used by me to throw over Janet. He was screaming obscenities and holding his crotch. I heard sirens approaching as I laid on the floor wandering in and out of consciousness.

I woke up in the Emergency Room I frequently staffed. I was receiving VIP treatment. Asshole was in surgery. I was admitted to the hospital for observation. Apparently, as I fell, I had also hit my head and suffered a concussion. The hospital didn't want to lose one of their ER Doc's.

I was out of the hospital in 24 hours feeling well except for sore muscles and a badly bruised and broken nose that had been straightened and bandaged. Mouth breathing is a bugger but I would be free of the nostril stuffing in another few days when the swelling began to go down. All in all, I fared pretty well. My ego was intact. I thought, not a bad day for a wimp cuckold. I grinned as I left in a taxi for my mobile home.

Janet was served. Young Dr. Sparks lost most his penis. Seems a 38 slug at close range hitting him dead on and just below the pelvic bone had destroyed his future abilities for erections and children He had had to have a diversionary colostomy and extensive rectal, pelvic and bladder surgery. I smiled as I heard of his injuries. He lost a testicle to. He may never urinate from his penis again and most likely will never defecate from his rectum. Erections for him were a part of his past. I was satisfied. I thought again, 'yes, not a bad days work for a cuckolded wimp'.

I had to appear before the grand jury but was not indicted. Janet and the deputy testified for me. I set up a confrontation with Janet but she upped the ante. I tried to avoid the ensuing conflict with her lover but could not. A man is allowed to defend himself from serious bodily harm in his own house in our state.

The divorce went on as anticipated. I gave the house to Janet with the stipulation that young (asshole) Dr. Sparks could never set foot in it again and would never inherit it or have any financial interest in it. Ultimately he lost his medical license also.

Jane's demons set her free of me and her family. I pay no alimony. To her credit, Janet would not allow her lawyer to ask for alimony. She was still a cocky lady.

I could not stand to stay in the same community as her. I would see her and it would light up old feeling of anger, disgust, loneliness and, yes, happy memories.

So here I am in beautiful semi-rural southwest England, alone with my hurts and memories. The phone rang. It was my son's weekly call. It was good to hear their voices and appreciate the southern American drawl. I had been here only a short while and I was already homesick. Then, I remembered, I have no home. I divorced her.