![]() This only succeeded in making her parents loathe me more, if that was possible. When the recession hit in '08 I lost my job and it was Jessica's salary that pulled us through the bad times. I found a job in construction and Jessica got a very good job at a finance company owned by a friend of her father's. I was an only child and both of my parents had died in my late teens so Jessica became my whole world. Nonetheless we were happy and loved each other more than anything. I was a 'good looking dumb-ass' according to her father. Both they and her old friends felt she was too good for me and wondered why she would marry beneath herself. Her parents were not thrilled by me at all, oh no, and they made no attempt to hide their dislike. When she finished her Master's degree we moved back to her hometown of Albany and eventually married. I was her protector, her entertainer and she saw past my lack of academia and only seemed to love me with more passion. I was tall and quite good looking with a permanent tan from always being outdoors.įrom the moment we began dating we were always together. I was working construction back home in the Bronx when we met. I always thought she was out of my league. She was smart, funny and loved me to death from the moment we met. I do not want to say too much about Jessica other than at 35 she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I should have known earlier that all she seemed to care about was money and social status. 'It is better than construction' was usually the next comment. 'It is more secure and financially rewarding' she would say. I hated the job and had pretty much been forced into it by Jessica, my ex-wife. I was returning home from my customer accounts job at the local Albany Utility Company. It was a normal spring day in Albany, NY. ![]() I will start from the day my life changed forever. ![]() The woman I was married to for 12 years of my life, but since then so much has changed. It would be the first time in over a year that I would come face-to-face with my ex-wife. "Mr Greene" A voice called out bringing back to the room "We will be ready for you in around 20 minutes, the other witness has just taken the stand" My thoughts drifted back to the day I met each of them, I was a different man back then. To my right sat my daughter Jasmine, who in many ways was my saviour. To my left sat my beautiful wife Rachel, she looked as radiant as ever with a beauty that never left me without butterflies. I looked around and then back down to my feet wondering what I was really doing here. The musty smell of the waiting room did nothing to quell the sickness in my stomach. If any characters are similar to any on this site in any other story it is not intentional and purely by coincidence. There is no violence and very little bad language. There is no sex in this story but all characters are over 18 anyway. The story shows his journey back to who he was and the people who got him there, concluding with how both he and his ex-wife ended up. It is a story of a wife who trades up and a husband who hits rock bottom. ![]() Please do not go easy on me I want as much constructive criticism as possible, I will even accept outright abuse if that is how you need to communicate.
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