1. Reunion


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: samuelle, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Today was the day, a day that I had been both dreading and anticipating since the invitation arrived two months ago, addressed in my married name. I remember pulling it back moments before I let it slip from my fingers into the trash. Despite continuous reflection, I still have no idea what possessed me to decide to attend. Nevertheless, here I was sitting in my foyer on my roller bag, waiting for a cab to take me to the hotel where my 20-year High School reunion was being held. My stomach was queasy and my nerves noticeable as I bit my lower lip and nervously jigged my crossed leg. My mind drifted to memories of my ten-year reunion and the train wreck it was. My husband refused to go with me that night. His eloquent description of high school reunions was that they were “shit shows”, describing anyone who attended as losers who needed to feel better about their meaningless lives by comparing themselves to others or have an extramarital tryst in the back of a rental car in the parking lot. I decided to go anyway if only to prove to myself that my class was different. They were not. Old cliques reassembled immediately, mocking and teasing the “un-cool” people. Every conversation began with the obligatory “what are you doing?” question and before you could form an answer, they began a self-effacing, and generally unbelievable, description of their life. The sole purpose, it seemed, was to make you feel small and insignificant by comparison. So, after less than two hours of ...
    that drone I left, resigned that my classmates were indeed no different from those my husband described. When I arrived home early, my husband immediately began his condescending and demeaning " I told you so" admonishment. That character trait was only one of the reasons I was now divorced. He was impossible to live with; often verbally cruel, narcissistic, jealous and domineering. Things I lived with because I was taught marriage was forever. However, forever ended the day I caught him in my bed with our neighbor. After unceremoniously ushering her from our bedroom and house clad only in her underwear, I calmly told him to get out. Initially, he blustered, countering that if I had “put out” he would not have had to look elsewhere. He was right; I had not loved because I did not feel love. I also knew that if I spoke at that moment, I might forgive him. So I remained silent through his rant until I muttered through my tears that he could come back anytime I was not home to get his things. The only time I saw him after that was in the courtroom when our divorce was final. I snapped back to the present when, from somewhere outside my current reverie, a horn sounded. I looked up to see the cab in the driveway. The trepidation that filled me earlier came flooding back as I pulled my bag through the front door, then turned and locked it and made my way to the cab. My nervousness made little sense; I was a wealthy, successful attorney in a lucrative M&A practice and I still looked ...
«1234...89»