I have a lot of longtime friends, many of them going as far
back as kindergarten.
One in particular has lived a pretty colorful life. He has
been all over the world. He married late in life after having a child with a
woman that he wasn’t even involved with. I have always admired him because he a
true free spirit. What attracted him to his current wife? “She made a good
salary and knew how to keep a house”. Not exactly romantic love, but everyone
is different.
Many years ago, when he wasn’t seriously involved with
anyone, he met a woman named Jackie. They hit it off and were a couple for
about 18 months. They were a couple as much as anyone could be a couple with
this guy. He was in love with a woman that was a mutual friend of ours. She was
married, with kids and literally did not know he was alive. Since he couldn’t
have her, he had everyone else.
He and Jackie set up house. She worked in the medical field
and they seemed happy. She had a job that moved her from location to location,
every 6 to 18 months. She liked it. The money was good and she liked meeting
new people. She and my childhood friend were together for about a year before
she had to move. They decided to make it a clean break. They spent that night
before she left having great sex. The next morning, he got up, helped her pack
her car and she left.
The next week, he asked his wife to marry him. She was good
with the child he’d had and as I stated earlier, she made good money. The best
part was they did not live together. She owned a house that she did not want to
give up and he liked where he lived, so they decided to maintain 2 homes. He
would go to her house, or she would come to his every weekend. Sunday after
dinner he went back to his, or she to hers. It seemed weird to me, but worked
for them.
2 years after Jackie left, she came back. He saw the car in
front of his house, but did not recognize it. When he got out of his car, she
got out of hers, yelling “I’m back!” At first, he thought she just came to
visit. He then realized that she had come back to stay. To say he panicked was
an understatement. He called me from work the next day, asking what he should
do. He had not told her he was getting married, even though the talked roughly
every 3 months. He didn’t tell me until the last minute and I was invited by
text.
She explained to him that she had accepted an assignment
about 2 towns over from where he lived and had given up her apartment. She had
brought only what she needed and was ready to resume her life with him. This guy
wouldn’t even let her in the house. His wife lived less than 10 minutes away by
car and his neighbors knew he was married. He proposed that they go out to
dinner. He took her to Applebees (this was their favorite restaurant) and told
her she could not move in. Told her he was married, about his living situation.
She remained calm, but was very angry. He told her he had a friend she could
move it with (this was a woman he had an ongoing relationship with. He has paid
her rent for probably the last 10 years….ssshhhh, it’s a secret). In the end,
while she was upset, she appreciated him helping her. Her assignment was for 6
months to a year. She called the company she worked for and opted for the 6
month assignment. Happy that she was happy, they started having sex again. He
even took her away to AC for being so agreeable. And every Friday, he left work
early and went to his wife’s house, if she did not come to his.
He had to be careful. He was actively involved with 3 women.
Only the one whose rent he paid knew about the other 2. It took some careful
planning, but he pulled it off. He spent holidays with all 3, explaining that
he was on call at his job and had to leave early, or get there late for that
reason.
This is a man that made good money at his job and because of
his trade, does work on the side. He makes at least $250,000 a year. He learned
early how to hustle, because his father hustled. His father provided for his
family, although he did have more than one family. His mother knew, and drank
to dull the pain. His mother passed and then his Dad. At this father’s funeral,
2 other women and 3 children showed up, claiming to be related. He was happy
his Mom did not have to witness this, because if she did, it certainly would
have killed her. His sister asked them to leave and there was big ruckus. The Funeral
Director finally had to ask them to leave.
Every Friday night, when he went to his wife’s house, they
had Chipotle. He loved Mexican food, having lived in California for many years
and traveling and working in Mexico. He thought Chipotle was the best Mexican
food he’d ever had for the price.
So he would leave his job, run errands and then go to his
wife’s house. He didn’t like going when she wasn’t here. She had 2 adult
children that he thought were lazy and did not like to be in the house with
them when their mother wasn’t home. And every Friday night, his wife would go
by the Chipotle near her job and get dinner for him. When she got home, she put
his burrito on a plate, with guacamole, salsa and chips and opened a Presidente
for him. She sat and listened to him talk about his week; lovingly watch him
eat that burrito.
He would always call me during the day, never at night (“night
time is for my women”). One morning he called me and I could tell he was
worried. “Jackie wants to meet me for dinner”. I didn’t think it was a big deal…I
mean, they were having sex. She knew he was married. Maybe she just wanted to
eat out. I told him if he was worried to bring along the woman Jackie was
living with. “No, she wants to talk to me alone, about something.” Did he think
Jackie was pregnant? “No, we always use protection, I can’t risk taking
something home to my wife!” I called him an asshole. He would fuck around on
his wife, but wanted to keep her safe from an STD…why not just stop fucking
around? “You know me and you know that ain’t possible!” Okay I said. What did
he think she wanted? He wasn’t sure, but agreed to meet her at an Applebees in
the next county.
He texted me at 5 the next morning, asking if he could call
me. I told him I was on my way to work and would call him later in the day.
When I called him, he was calm and relaxed. “Jackie realizes
I’m not going to ever leave my wife or marry her, so she’s decided to move on.
She’s happy and told me she found someone else.” I was a little shocked. I had
met Jackie years ago and I knew she was really smart. I also knew she was
crazy. This friend of mine had dated at least 3 women named Jackie and I called
all of the “Wackie Jackie”. They were just all crazy. Anyway, I told him
congratulations, chatted a few more minutes and then got off the phone.
About 3 weeks went by and I hadn’t heard a word from him. So
I called his cell. It was off. I didn’t have another number for him so I checked
his FB page. Gone. Now I started to worry. Called a mutual friend of ours that
said he had not heard from him in about 3 weeks. I knew his brothers, called
them and the only one I could get in contact with told me his brother needed
some time with his family and would contact me when the time was right.
What the fuck did that mean?
I pulled up to my job a month later and as soon as I got out
of my car, I saw him. He had lost a lot of weight and looked like he had been
in a fight. He smiled, said he was happy to see me and I asked if I had time to
talk. I really didn’t and asked him if he could come back later. He said he
would just wait, that he needed to talk to him friend J.
3 hours later I took my break, and listened to him tell me a
story that sounded like something from a movie.
After the dinner at Applebees, Jackie called and said she
was leaving that weekend. Could she see him one last time? She wanted to make
love to him one last time. He agreed to let her in his house, if she came late.
She agreed and came that night. They made love and she left. He checked the
house to see if she left anything and she had not.
Friday, he leaves work and goes home to cut his lawn. Leaves
his house around 6pm and rides over to his wife. He likes to eat at 6:30 every
night. Opens that door, walks in the house. He knows his wife is home, because he
saw her car in the driveway. He looks to
right, where her dining room is, and
there’s nothing on the table. He calls her name and notices a few grains
of rice on the carpet. When he looks up, his wife hits him full force, in the
face with the burrito. Rice, chicken, beans are all over his face, in his hair,
on the wall behind him, everywhere. Before he can asked her what happened, she
smacks him in the face with the other hand and starts to beat him in the chest.
He thinks she gone crazy. She’s crying and spitting and all he can make out
every 4th or 5th word is “Jackie”.
I am trying not to laugh, or say I told you so, because he
is visibly upset. Turns out, all this time, Jackie had been plotting. She figured
out that she was living with his other girlfriend. She figured out where his
wife lived and where she worked. And she was mad. And was about to get even.
So, one Friday, his wife goes to Chipotle to get his
burrito. She gets in line and notices a woman that gets in line 2 or 3 people
behind her. By the time she’s ready to order, this woman is right behind her. The
team member asks her what she’d like- “a burrito”. “What would you like in it?”
Before she can say “chicken” the woman
behind her replies for her. The team
member asks what else and the woman makes the burrito just like she would. She turns
to her and asks her who she is. She replies, “You know me, I’m Jackie!” She
replies that she does not know her. Jackie says” Sure you do.” She says that
Jackie then begins to blow very slowly in her face and says “You recognize that
smell? That’s _____’s cock. I blew him last night, all night, over and over.”
He said Jackie then smacked his wife and ran out the Chipotle. They called the police,
and asked her if she wanted medical attention but she said no. She just took
her burrito, came home and hit him in the face.
And he had to beg her, but she agreed to take him back!!! I was
shocked. But she made him cut us all off. That’s why he was off FB. She accused
him of having sex with every woman he was on FB with, including me (that did
not happen, ever. I kissed him, many years before, when we had both just
graduated from high school. He was a horrible kisser and I’ve learned that any
man who cannot kiss cannot fuck, so there was never a possibility of that
happening. Although, he did offer to take me to Vegas once and also offered to
put tires on my car- such a romantic!!). She was understandably broken hearted,
but said she could get over it with time. She asked him did he love her. He
said yes, but that he was not in love with her. I thought that was cold blooded
and told him so. He told me I was too sensitive. She also tracked all his calls
on his cell phone, because he was on a family plan. Apparently, whomever is the
primary can gain access to all of your texts. That’s when should found out how
deep the deception went. She found where he had taken trips with other women
and told her it was business related, when it really wasn’t. He bought a woman
he knew a car after hers had been flooded during Hurricane Sandy. Helped a
woman rebuild her house after a tree fell through it. Gave a woman a pedicure.
Paid to have another’s lawn cut for a year. All kinds of crazy stuff. He did it
because he was having sex with them. And this is how she found out.
We still talk, but only if he comes to my job to say hi. I refuse
to talk to him by cellphone. Don’t want that crazy chick, or any other one
calling me about him!