Hear The Clouds Roar

Chapter 3

Last night was a no sleep kind of night.

Wasn't because of my ptsd or anything like that.

Nope it was the constant reminder that I have no intentions of sleeping in my own bed again.

With the sun barely on the horizon I walked into my bedroom and tore it apart. Stripping the sheets and tossing them in the trash.

I grabbed the king size mattress and pushed it out the house out by the trash cans.

I no longer wanted a reminder of what occurred in this house.

I started taking all of Tara's things and putting them in trash bags. I walked into the garage and found an old box to put her jewelry and important things into it.

She may have fucked me over. Hahaha fucked. That bitch probably fucked half of Tulsa and I had no idea. What a fucking idiot.

My therapist is going to have a field day with this when I see him on my monthly visit.

I walk into our bedroom after the last remaining bag was put into the living room. Though it looks like I'm about to have a garage sale with all this shit.

Lyle: Tara I have packed all of your belongings. Please come get them tomorrow between 2-5 when I am at the doctors. I do not want to see you.

Tara: ok

Ok. That's all she says. What a cunt. Maybe I should go fuck some girls and parade them around and see how she likes it.

Nah. I'm too old for one night stands and bullshit.

I go into the spare bedroom and wash the sheets. You know for the just in case she fucked on this bed too. Wouldn't be surprised really.

Once the sheets are washing I head to the kitchen to make me some food. Upon opening the fridge I see Tara didn't go grocery shopping like she should've.

Lyle she was fucking your boss and friend. She didn't have time to be domesticated only flapping her flaps around while she gets railed.

God I need a drink not breakfast.

Since my anger is spiking I grab my keys off the counter and slam the front door. Just being in this house is pissing me off.

I head to Starbucks and order me a black coffee and set my laptop down. If one thing I know is, I need a new plan.

A plan that doesn't involve Tulsa.

A plan that doesn't involve a wife.

A plan that doesn't involve bullshit.

A fresh start.

Yes, a fresh start.

In order to start fresh I need to contact a realtor.

Good morning,

My name is Lyle Harrison and I am wanting to sell my 3 bedroom 2 bath house on Grand Street.

My number is xxx-xxxx.

Contact me when able.

Thanks

I hit send and browse the internet and look up what needs to be done for divorce.

Well since I'm selling my house I need to find a new one. Unfortunately, I have no idea on where to go. The only good thing I have is my savings which Tara doesn't know about since our other accounts will be split.

The house is in my name only so she won't get any of that. I'll offer 6 months rent paid for a 1 bedroom apartment. Even thought with infidelity she wouldn't be allowed anything in the divorce. I'm not a cruel asshole.

We have no kids. So the divorce should be easy. She keeps her fancy car and I keep my truck. We have nothing else. So a move should be pretty simple.

A ping alerts me of a new email.

Mr. Harrison

I would like to come and see your home and take photos so we could get a contract drawn up and place it on the market.

The market for your area is between 215-300k. That all depends on the layout, upgrades, backyard etc. of your home.

Are you available Sunday at 2pm?

If so, reply back and I will see you then.

I confirm the appointment and hit send.

Now what.