Fall for Your Type

Residuals

I walked into my three bedroom home after an hour drive from downtown Atlanta. As of an hour ago, I am a divorced man. My wife of seven years and I agreed to split after trying to save our marriage due to her infidelity.

Over a year ago, while we were talking in bed, she called me another man's name. It led to us ultimately stopping in that moment and having a conversation.

Flashback

"Who is Trey?" I ask moving her from my lap trying to remain calm. She looked at me confused, "Zac-" She started. "No. I'm trying to be calm. Just tell me who he is."

"He's one of my colleagues," She told me. "Have you," I cleared my throat, not prepared for the answer to my next question. "Have you had sex with him?"

"No Zac, I haven't." I search her eyes and study her body to tell me that she's lying, but nothing. Usually, when she tells the smallest lie, her nose twitches.

But no twitch.

"So, help me understand why you are calling me another's man's name while we are having a casual conversation?" I say slightly raising my voice. "It was just a kiss," She said softly. "Just a kiss? Or a few? I knew something was up when I smelled some different cologne on you. I understand you're a hugger but the smell was excessive. Then the pep in your step in the mornings changed and you were more particular about your hair and what you wore. How long Aaliyah?" I got out of the bed and stood up.

She got on her knees and shifted to my side of the bed. She tried placing a hand on my chest but i stepped back, "How. Long. How long have you been entertaining this man? Make the answer quick." I tell her feeling my blood boil. "Almost two months."

"So just fuck our marriage huh? Fuck the family we created?"

"No Zac I just-"

I held my hand up for her to stop, "Please just give me some time to cool off. I'm going to sleep on the couch." I grabbed one of my pillows.

"Babe wait."

"No, please. Just give me some time. We can talk when i'm ready but all i'm asking, is for you to give me some time."

She nodded and I went out of our bedroom, and to the couch I went. I grabbed the throw blanket that was folded on one end and laid down. I thought on it, if seven years worth of commitment was to be thrown away at the first sign of trouble.

Present

Our marriage was perfect. We were both successful in our careers, we had two beautiful healthy children together, happy as can be.

Up until that point.

We tried therapy, we did everything we could to save our marriage. I just couldn't let go of the fact that she betrayed our vows. We had a big argument and I couldn't take anymore. I asked her for a divorce which she had no problem with.

I guess we'd outgrew each other.

In the settlement, we agreed that whatever is hers, she kept and whatever is mine, i kept. Anything we owned together would be split evenly, and I let her keep the house and her car. Especially since we had shared custody of the kids. She was to have them monday- thursday and id get them friday- sunday while also alternating holidays. Which also means, I'll be spending christmas by myself this year, which is three days away.

Stepping into my bedroom, snatched the tie from around my neck and threw it on my bed along with my briefcase. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and sighed. I didn't feel like talking to anyone for a while. I reached into my pocket, pressing the on/off button twice to decline the call and took my suit jacket off. Right when it dropped to the floor, my phone vibrated again.