Longing...

Prologue

It was no secret that Steven and I's marriage had been over long before I caught him in the shower with his secretary but there was no denying that that put the nail in the proverbial coffin. It took everything in me not to kick both of their fucking asses right then and there. I still fantasize about dragging that blonde homewrecking skank out into the street and curb-stomping her. Instead of acting on all of my intrusive thoughts, I took a smarter and more legal approach to the situation, by snapping a quick picture and leaving them to it. Of course, Steven being the spineless cuck that he is chased after me begging and pleading for my forgiveness. Trying to get me to stop so he could explain himself as if there was any fucking explanation to explain her blowing him in the shower.  

The girl has talent, giving blowies while being waterboarded was one hell of a talent to have, I was almost jealous. Turns out Steven had been cheating on me with her for a whopping three years. It went from a few one-night stands, a few afternoon blowies, and maybe a handjob or two; to a full-fledged affair by the time I caught them getting wet and wild. You know how people say hindsight is 20/20? That statement couldn't have been any truer than in that moment. Steven and I were engaged at the tender age of fourteen, we were both from rich families and if you don't know anything about the wealthy just know the only marriages are arranged marriages. For kid me the thought of being forced to marry some random kid I'd never met before was unfair, so I decided to try everything in my power to make him hate me; not knowing that regardless of how either of us felt the marriage was final. Even still that didn't stop kid me from unleashing my inner asshole, fueled by reruns of "Jackass" and "Practical Jokers".

I put spiders in his shoes, told him scary stories to keep him up at night, and made fun of him any chance I got. Was I being a total bitch? Yes. Was I also a child who didn't know any better and was also being forced into a marriage that I didn't want? Also yes. I didn't even know what marriage was but I knew I didn't want to be forced into it even at that age. However, as time passed he grew on me, despite my constant juvenile harassment he never reciprocated my hostility. The meaner I was to him the nicer he was to me, he was such a sweet and innocent kid. Even now I smile thinking about his chubby cheeks all red because he was embarrassed to talk to me. He was like that with all the girls. It was that shy and cute personality that made me eventually fall for him. The older we got we went from enemies to friends and from friends to something more.

By the time we were old enough to get married, we were head over heels in love...or so I thought. Everything was fine for the first two years but the older he got the more he began to change. His kind and attentive personality that won me over all those years ago began to fade, he grew more irritable and short, and his smile stopped reaching his eyes. I tried my best to be there for him, to support him, but it became increasingly clear the type of help he needed I couldn't provide. Slowly our marriage fell apart.

We went from a power couple to strangers just existing alongside one another hardly even roommates. Although I pretended to be indifferent it bothered me to be so estranged from someone who at one point was the only person I could be myself with. But as do with all things that don't go right in my life I pushed it to the back of my subconscious and went on with life as usual. We got divorced two months after the shower incident and he fought me all the way, on everything. He lost of course he had never been much of a fighter coupled with the fact that I have pictures of him cheating on me in our house. Taking the very generous 3k in alimony and a little bit of his pride I skipped town without another word, I was desperate to escape the pitying looks and judging glares. As well as distanced me from my family who were not so enthusiastic about, what was in their eyes a grave betrayal.

That led me here, Galewood, Georgia. It's a rather mid-sized town only with a population of about 45,000 give or take. Lots of parks, lakes, and small forests to explore as well as museums and historical sights to visit. Far far away from anyone I would know and even farther away from my family, if you could call them that. My family and I have always had a rather tumultuous relationship ever since I got old enough to realize how full of shit they were.  I only kept in contact because of my marriage but now that that's over they are blocked on everything.

They were yet another hindrance that prolonged Steven and mine's divorce for an unnecessary amount of time. You see when it comes to my family looks are everything, they see any damage to reputation as life and death. They tried to stop me from divorcing him but after a month of uselessly trying to convince them I said fuck it and I was promptly disowned. A familiar bitter feeling begins to settle in my chest as my mind wanders back to that day. I shake the thoughts from my head as I pull into the driveway of my new forever home. This is a new beginning, a new life, a new me. I won't let those memories plague me. Not here, not anymore.

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