1. Getting Back on the Horse

    Date: 4/11/2018, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: thatguy625, Source: LushStories

    The divorce was tough. For some reason, I remember thinking that finally freeing myself from asshole ex-husband would feel like ridding myself of a burden. I thought it would feel like an immediate, brand new start for myself, where I could focus on my own happiness. It sounded good in theory, but it was far from the case. I started our by doing all the typical ‘new divorce’ stuff. I joined a gym and worked out every day with the sole reason of making my ex jealous. And it totally worked. I will sound like a bitch for saying it, but I felt great and looked better than I had in years. But that was pretty much the end of the good feelings. As soon as I would get home from the gym after work, that feeling of worthlessness would creep in. The longer I sat alone on my couch and watched TV, the lonelier I got. I missed him for some reason. I didn’t even like being in the same room as him before we separated, but now I hated being alone. Even that cheating, lying son of a bitch was better than feeling lost at the age of forty-three. For better or worse, we never had children, which made the split cleaner. I had never really considered this a bad thing until this moment. But suddenly, here I was, middle-aged, single, with no children. I felt like a failure for some unknown reason. It wasn't like I had tried and failed. I didn’t want kids. Without a husband and partner, I now felt like I was this weirdo spinster that people would talk about. At the risk of leaving out a detail or two, ... I’ll save some time and just say that things spiraled a bit for me. The loneliness led to a glass of wine or two, which turned to a bottle, which sometimes ended with vodka. Of course, you know where this is going. It eventually bled into my personal and professional life. I was showing up to work hungover and barely getting my work done. My boss was understanding at first, but eventually, it was just plain inexcusable and I was let go. Feeling worse than ever, I called my best friend, Jill, and asked if I could stay with her for a few nights until I got myself a new place. I told her there was an issue at my apartment, but it was really nothing more than not wanting to be alone anymore. I knew I couldn’t drink like that staying with her and her family, so it was my own way of forcing myself into a little detox. I added in that I was maxed out on vacation time and would be burning a few consecutive weeks while things were slow. Why stop with one lie, you know? That would cover me for not going to work each day and would not seem that suspicious, since I’d always been a bit of a workaholic in the past and rarely took vacation days. Jill is one of the kindest people on the planet and rolled out the red carpet for me. Her husband, Dean, was equally kind and didn’t show the slightest hint of annoyance at a grown woman staying in their house only a few months after their only son had gone off to college. They were probably enjoying the alone time and now, here I was, crashing the ...