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I was sitting at the kitchen table filled with an overwhelming sense of despair, looking back at my life and wondering what to do next. Mike and I have been locked in what Jamie calls a ?Cold War? for the last couple months and I?m at the end of my rope. We aren?t really fighting ?. in fact, we haven?t spoken to each other at all in quite some time ? but the tension is continuous. I dread going home after work because I never know what kind of mood he?s going to be in when I get there. Will he be screaming at me, go back to the constant demanding of the past few years, or will he just continue to ignore me altogether?Friends keep telling me I shouldn?t have to live under someone?s thumb like this, and they?re right: love is supposed to be sweet and fulfilling, not painful and tragic. I shouldn?t have to be afraid to answer the phone, or feel the need to always park in the same spot at work just in case he decides to drive by and check up on me. I?m standing at the edge of divorce looking down, and I don?t know how much longer I can deal with it.As I?m sitting here contemplating the future, I realize that after almost thirty-eight years of marriage, there?s nothing here for me anymore. I?m tired of living in fear, and I?m not going to do it anymore. I?m done. And with that, I lay my wedding band on the table, and walk out the door.I?m about 20 miles away when I choke back my tears long enough to realize that I?m driving off into the night and have no idea where I?m going ?.?It?s one in the morning,? I think kocaeli escort (https://pomada.org/) to myself. ?And where can I go, where he won?t find me???I could go to a hotel ? But I really don?t want to be alone right now; and what if Mike comes looking for me in the morning??*?The bars are closing soon ?..?*?Well, that might be a good way to work off my anger, not to mention giving me a place to stay for the night, but I really don?t feel like that right now.??Call Jamie,? says a voice in the back of my head. ?He?ll know what to do. If nothing else, he?ll make me feel a little better ? he always does.?So I dial the number ??.no answer. ?He must be asleep.?The call goes to voice mail ?.?I can?t take your call right now ? blah, blah, blah ? Leave a message and I?ll get back to you.??Jamie, I really need to talk to you. PLEASE call me back as soon as you can.??Now what?? Just as the thought of going to a bar starts to sound like a viable option, I remember that Jamie had suspected things would end up like this, and had given me a key for just such an occasion. ?If you need a place to hide out for a few days, you?re always welcome here,? he said. ?Mike doesn?t know where I live and the house is tucked back in the woods so he won?t see the car from the road.?I know the place well. It was the old Hanson place where we used to have kegger parties back in the 70?s; so I decided it sounded like a good idea and headed out that way.As I pull up the lane into the clearing, I am awestruck as the light of the full moon kocaeli escort bayan (https://pomada.org/) reveals a soaring tower and a wrap around porch trimmed with delicate spindle work. I can?t believe what he has done with that crumbling old house that used to be littered with rusty beer cans. 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After spending fifteen years making up my mind, I have finally come home.I sit for a few minutes, wondering if I should just sleep on the couch or go tell him that I?m here. Deciding I should tell him I?m here, I go looking for the bedroom. When I find the elaborately carved izmit escort (https://pomada.org/) staircase, I pause at the bottom, pondering what happens next. After our last encounter, I picked up my wedding ring and went back to my old life. Even if I do sleep on the couch, Mike will never believe it; so I may not have that option this time. If I?m going to stay here, I need to be sure of what it is that I really want.I sneak into his room like a thief in the night to find him sleeping, his bed dimly illuminated by the silvery light of the full moon. After a few minutes of debate, I strip down to bra and panties before quietly slipping into his bed. As I snuggle up next to his still sleeping form, I can?t help thinking about the passion of our last encounter and how this could be my last chance to reclaim my lost love. I am completely intoxicated, not by the mead, but by the overwhelming emotions welling up inside of me making me want him more than I?ve ever wanted anything in my life. And if it means walking away from thirty-eight years of my life with nothing but the clothes on my back, the new life we create together just might be worth it.I begin gently stroking his chest before slowly moving down to his legs. As the fire builds within me, I slip my hand inside his shorts to gently stroke his balls. He stirs a little, but doesn't wake up as his cock starts to respond to my gentle touch. Thinking about a story he once told me about waking up one morning to find himself in the middle of a three-some with his buddy?s girlfriend, I move my head down and start to gently lick up and down the length of his hardening cock. 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