My Wife Cheated, But I got fucked

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With the exception of a few remaining clothes, she had done a good job of ridding the house of any sign of either her or Cheryl.

At 8:00 AM, I called the police, but received only sympathy. In that it appeared that she chose to leave of her own free will, they could do nothing; but they would make a report of my call. Then they wished me good luck. Big deal!

I stumbled through the rest of that day; and the next. I called all of our friends that I had numbers for. Same with her friends; then my friends. I was limited as to who I could call because I didn’t have all of their numbers on my phone and her phone had been wiped clean.

I walked around our neighborhood and knocked on doors asking about her. Then I got in my car and drove to those friends I couldn’t walk to. I called both of her brothers and received only threats of violence if I ever called them again.

On Monday morning, I called my boss and filled him in; then I called our investment counselor. He was surprised to hear from me. “She cleaned out the account, Sam.” He said. That’s my name. Sam. Samuel Conley. “Last Friday. She told me that the two of you had decided to move and that you had gone on ahead. I had no reason to doubt her.”

I headed for my car to get to the bank.

At the bank, I found out that there was nothing left in any of the three accounts; checking, savings and vacation fund.

I had nowhere else to go, so I went to work and sat in my boss’s office. We talked for a long time. The same thing had happened to his sister several years ago, but her husband had come home three weeks later with most of what he had taken with him.

His advice was to “Sit tight and wait her out.” Whatever “snit” she was in would be over soon.

The police told me that since she apparently left of their own free will I was pretty well screwed. My only recourse with Cheryl was to get a court order requiring Carol to not keep her away from me. But since we had no idea if they were in the same state, no court would issue such an order. As regarded the money, my understanding was that if we filed for a divorce, I could sue to get half of it back.

I sat for three months. I moped, fretted, and cried. I received neither word nor hint about them; nor from them. Cheryl’s school could only tell me that Carol had taken her records. I went to her parents’ house twice. The second time I was kicked off the property and told that I would be arrested the next time.

At Christmas, I sat down the street from their house for three days hoping Carol and Cheryl would show up. They didn’t. It was a depressing holiday season; especially after I put up outdoor lights and decorated a tree in anticipation of them coming home.

I had hit absolute bottom and was both mentally, and physically exhausted. Then I remembered an expression I heard once. ‘”Get busy living or get busy dying’.”

I was tired of acting like I was already dead.

“Hey, boss. I need a vacation,.” I said as I marched into his office.

“When and how long?” So we discussed vacation options. He and his wife had been on 12 ocean cruises; some lasting as long as three weeks. He convinced me that on a ship in the middle of some big body of water, where, when you looked around, all you saw was more water, you could spend days doing nothing.

Two weeks later I was on my first ever ocean cruise. I sold Carol’s car in order to pay for it, but what the hell.

I drove to Galveston on departure day. It was the first time I had seen a cruise ship up close. That sucker was huge!

I was onboard less than 12 hours and discovered that if a man wants to meet women, cruise ships seemed to be the place to do it. Not that I was looking; but you didn’t really have to look. They were everywhere. Of course they were everywhere off the ship as well, but onboard the ship, they seemed more … accessible? More willing to chat? Something. It must be the environment, but whatever it was, it was palpable.

The first night at dinner, I was seated at a table for six. Besides me, there were two married couples and a single woman. We went to the live stage show as a group afterward. The single lady, Grace Windham, and I sat next to each other at dinner and again after dinner at the show. The cast performed shows twice an evening. Grace liked the show and wanted to stay and watch the second performance. I was pleasantly surprised at how good it was and asked if she minded company. She didn’t so we watched it together.

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