Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I think maybe I relaxed too soon, and that’s why this is happening, but how could I know that he’d go back to her or that she’d take him? She always seemed so aloof, like all those women I graduated with who wouldn’t give me the time of day now because they were all afraid their men would find me more appealing, which most of them did.
By the time we graduated, I had slept with at least five of their men and wasn’t shy about letting it be known. Maybe that’s where I went wrong. But I never had any intentions of keeping any of them; that was never part of my game plan back then, so it didn’t matter if they knew or not. But things were different with Justin. With him, I could see forever.
Those other boys and men were just like cutting teeth before the real thing, and he was the real thing. I’d worked so hard on him, given him the best time of his life, I’m sure. What could an old, dried-up woman who’s already birthed three kids have on me?
I never gave birth and had a tight-fit body that was partly bought, but so what? I looked better than her washed-up ass, and he wanted it. He wanted it bad. I played him like a fiddle, getting some pointers from online forums of all places, where women discussed their affairs and how to go about doing things the right way.
I needed that because up until now, all of my conquests had been young high school or college men, and this was the big leagues. I knew that I couldn’t rely on my old trusted ways of just throwing some pussy at them, so I got some new pointers, especially how not to move too fast and how to play coy, never letting on that I was after everything he had and then some.
It's much harder to convince a man in his thirties to leave his wife and kids than it is to convince college boys just looking to get laid to take the risk. I knew that a background check back then would’ve destroyed any one of those earlier relationships, so I used them mostly as learning experiences, but now, with years and distance between my family and me, it was going to be much easier. It was time.
Justin, unlike those other men and boys, was a grown man who didn’t need Mommy’s approval to marry whoever he wanted, or so I thought. But that’s a different story for another time. Let’s just say his mother refused to meet me or even let me into her home in the time we’ve been together. The way she’d acted, you’d have thought Callie was her kid instead of Justin, something that pissed me off no end.
I’d met her a handful of times at their parties, and she always seemed very nice and personable. We’d even had a few conversations, nothing enlightening, but enough for me to learn that she was one of those upper-crust types who took family values very seriously.
Seeing the relationship between her and Callie, as well as her and Justin, I was almost certain that she’d come around at some point since she loved her son so much, but I was wrong. She’d stopped talking to him for the longest time before and after the divorce, and I was almost certain that it was Callie who talked her around for the kids’ sake or some such crap.
I hate these women who use their kids to hold onto men who want to be free. That’s what I’d found all over the forums and what I prepared for. I’d convinced Justin that I could be the perfect stepmother by volunteering some weekends with the Big Sister organization and regaling him with made-up stories of my time spent volunteering with kids of all ages. I hate fucking kids.
But I was more than ready to have one or two if it meant I would make out like Callie did in the divorce. I snooped and found out how much he was paying in alimony and child support, and that bitch was making more in a month than I do in three, working my ass off. A hell of a lot more.
In the beginning, when I brought it up with Justin, he’d griped and agreed with me that it was too much and he should see about getting it lowered, but coming on to the end, when I mentioned it again, he’d cut me off harshly and warned me not to get involved with anything to do with his kids.
I think that was the moment I realized that things were really not going well for us, for me. But that was only the first of many red flags. Since then, everything seemed to be going her way, and things were getting away from me more and more. First, she refused to give me the satisfaction that fueled my desires.