"Andrew, we need to talk," Cynthia said just after Andrew had finished his last bite of dinner and the kids had been sent off to bed.
"Talk? About what?" It was unlike Cynthia to so boldly ask for a confrontation. Naturally, Andrew was taken aback.
"I want you to know that I've given this a lot of thought and I don't see any other way out other than the one I'm going to suggest. I know that as a human being I have limitations, and these limitations extend to my abilities as a wife. I'm not a perfect wife. I will also say that I'm not proud of the way I have performed my marital duties, and I'm sure you will agree with me when I say in many ways I have failed to be the best that I can be as a wife. Perhaps you too have noticed my inadequacy and been dissatisfied with me. I want you to have what you believe is best. And I don't think I can be that for you. So," she reached to the chair she had strategically placed close to her own just before dinner, picked up the divorce petition, and handed it to him, "I think it will be best for everyone if we get a divorce."
"A what?" Andrew exclaimed as he reluctantly took the papers she was handing him.
"A divorce, Andrew. I think we should separate."
"Cynthia! What are you talking about? We're fine. We...we" Andrew stuttered, completely dumbfounded by Cynthia's words. "Cynthia, you never told me you were unhappy. I thought we were doing just fine. What's wrong? Is anything the matter? We can talk about it. Cynthia..."
"Clearly, you're unhappy, Andrew." She cut him off. She then remembered all the times she had to wash lipstick off his shirts. All the times she had cried on the laundry room floor. All the times she had felt completely worthless and useless at the thought of him seeing other women. The fear she was feeling before disappeared and was replaced with anger and hurt.
"Unhappy? What makes you think that?" he asked, bewildered.
"Andrew, I want a divorce. Read the papers and we can start the negotiations in front of our lawyers. I can't discuss any of the details without a legal representative."
"Cynthia! Where is all this coming from? I don't understand... Is there something I said?"
Cynthia stood up and pushed her plate away, "I've said what I needed to say. You know what to do."
She walked up the stairs, into the bathroom and began running herself a warm relaxing bath that would take her mind off the tension of the night. Meanwhile, Andrew was left downstairs still confused about what could have prompted Cynthia to act the way she did. As a guilty heart always does though, deep inside he feared and suspected that she had found out about the affairs.
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Friends With A Prostitute
Chick-Lit(Highest ranking: #253 in Chicklit - 3 October 2017) Cynthia finds lipstick on her husband's shirt and it isn't her shade. She goes out for a walk trying to process the shocking news of her husband's infidelity, and that's when she finds Stacy, a wo...