Sex with the Ex

Jealous Much?

I didn't see Sam for the rest of the night. I don't know what got into him. I mean, we're divorced. He has no right to be jealous....right?

I got dressed for my first day of work at Will's office and made my way to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. Sam was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. He loved to read the paper. You don't have to go and buy one anymore because they are all online now, but Sam said that he liked having something that he could physically turn the page.

"Good morning.." I said as I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup.

He didn't look up from his paper. "Morning."

I rolled my eyes and sat down across from him. "Do you want some breakfast? I could whip up some pancakes quick."

"Nope. I'm good. Thanks."

Grrrr.....

"What's the matter, Sam?"

"Nothing." He was still reading the paper or at least pretending to.

"Something is the matter. You're being really short with me."

"Nope. I'm fine."

Oh, my God.

I walked over to him and shoved the paper down onto the table so that he had to look at me. "Talk to me, Sam. Is it Will? Are you jealous? Is that what this is?"

"No, Beth. I'm fine. I have no reason to be jealous." He moved his paper out from underneath my hand and shook it a couple of times to straighten it back out. Then, he went back to looking at it.

Anger filled me. "You are jealous. Admit it."

He spoke without looking up from his paper. His voice was calm, but there was a slight edge to it. "Even if I was, I'm not allowed to be. So, I'm not."

I was taken aback by his words. "Sam....you have no reason to be jealous of Will."

Sam slapped his paper down on the table and stood up abruptly, his chair screeching across the floor. "I know I have no reason to be jealous. You took that right away from me. You decided to be done with me and you threw away our marriage. You decided to be done. I didn't. So, forgive me if I get a little jealous because unlike you, I'm still in love with you." He snatched his mug up off of the table, set it in the sink and stormed out, slamming the front door closed as he left.

I stood in the same spot, dumbfounded, for quite some time while Sam's words played over and over in my head, like a song on repeat. Was I really the only one who gave up? I always just thought he pushed me until I snapped and that it was over so long ago. After the accident, nothing was ever the same. Was that because of me? No. He drinks too much.....drank too much....

I shook my head and looked at the time. 6:30. "Shit! I'm gonna be late."

Twenty-five minutes later, the elevator pops open to reveal the lobby of Will's office. Stacey was sitting behind her desk and looked up at me as I stepped out.

"Ah, you made it. That's good. I thought maybe you had changed your mind." She smirked, mockingly.

What was this chick's problem with me? I just smiled. "Not at all. Thank you for your concern." I headed past her desk and into Will's office, knocking once before opening the door.