Everyone seemed to only care about politics. Simpler times.
I never expected the happiness to last but I wish it could have lasted a bit longer. I did say I was lonely, though. So you’ll have to understand.
This wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t shown up at my house unexpectedly. Or if I hadn’t been lonely.
I was an idiot of course. But you probably knew that already. But hindsight…
It was seven o’clock at night. I heard a soft knock from the front door. I definitely wasn’t expecting anyone.
And I didn’t know anyone with weak door knocking skills.
At least it wasn’t going to be the police. Though I wish it had.
I opened the door.
It was my wife. Former wife as I like to call her. But neither of us have filed for divorce yet. She wasn’t alone. Her younger sister was with her. The sister looked a bit sadder than I remembered but I never really paid much attention to her.
Her younger sister that looked older.
My former wife still looked pretty amazing.
I sighed. I didn’t really feel like getting a hand job from my wife’s sister. But maybe I could spite my way through it.
“Hey,” my wife said sheepishly.
“Hello,” I said nonchalantly, hoping my tone came with an aloof coolness.
“I need your help,” she told me.
“I’m sorry. I’m about to get the kids ready for bed,” I responded.
“Trish will do it,” she told me.
Her sister entered the house and disappeared down the hallway towards the children’s bedrooms.