A short story about two people, one of them makes a terrible mistake, could it cost them their marriage? Is Divorce the only action that remains? Good questions.
The first meeting between the Lawyers and their clients was to take place Friday afternoon at 3:00 PM. Sherry and Frank were both notified by courier and were told to be present unless there was a death in their immediate family, this was an order from the court and couldn’t be ignored.
Sherry was glad that things were starting she wanted this over with as fast as possible. She didn’t understand what was happening to her lately, but it almost seemed that Frank was a monster she couldn’t get off her back. She was happy to have received the letter.
Frank on the other hand didn’t quite know what to expect from this meeting. In all honesty he didn’t want to divorce Sherry, but if that was, what she wanted, he wouldn’t stand in her way. He figured he owed her that much.
Friday was only a day away. Both Lawyers had sat together and wondered why these two people were going through with a divorce. What was it that was driving Sherry to seek this divorce they wondered. The only answer that both of them knew was that Frank had cheated on her, confessed to it, but showed no remorse, maybe that’s what was driving her in the direction of the divorce courts. They’d soon find out, it was 2:00 PM Friday afternoon they would both be here within the hours.
Sherry was first to arrive, all smiles and looking very pretty. She had on a sweet smelling perfume, that both lawyers couldn’t help notice. They chatted small talk until Frank came into the room. Then they got down to the serious things at heart.
It was Franks Lawyer who asked the first question. What are the two of you doing here he asked, up to a few weeks ago, the both of you were deeply in love, has that love turned so sour you are looking towards divorce? Frank didn’t say a word, but Sherry had a lot to say.
First, she told the Lawyers, he ran around on me, came home and woke me up wanting to make love, and only after that did he tell me about his affair with the barmaid. Not only did he cheat but also he lied about his condition. Frank is the kind of man who has two to four drinks and can’t get an erection, but that’s not what he told me. He told me that he was a bit tipsy. I didn’t believe him. So he had an affair, and then tried to cover it up with a lie. Then without thought for either of us, I know he didn’t wear a condom when he made it with the barmaid, it’s just not his style. I had to go for embarrassing blood tests, wait on edge for over a week to find out if I had a Sexually Transmitted Disease. I don’t find Frank’s attitude anywhere near fair, he thinks I’m making too much out of this, but I feel he had betrayed our marriage by having sex with another woman, and then possibly bringing home some sort of disease. Thankfully, there was no disease, but Frank doesn’t seem to care one way or another.
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