The images on the screen tore my heart out , and ended my life as I knew it that day . On the screen , almost as if it was a cheap porno movie , a woman was lying on a bed in a cheap motel room . A man came in and she started taking off her satiny dress . There was nothing remarkable about the man or the room . As a matter of fact there was nothing even vaguely remarkable about the sex they engaged in . He stood there kind of awkwardly while she disrobed in front of him . She was kind of shy about it , which was unusual for a whore . But she was kind of remarkable . She was beautiful , at least I thought so . Her face had a few too many lines in it , and the crow 's feet at the corners of her eyes were beginning to become almost noticeable if you looked closely enough . And she didn 't smile , which was a relief . Her breasts were large and when she revealed them the man instantly became aroused . She pulled off her plain white granny panties and turned to pull the cheap blanket off the bed , which showed her big round ass and increased the man 's arousal . The only thing that wasn 't above average size on the woman 's body was her waist line as it was still tight and trim , despite her years . She was obviously closer to 45 than 25 but you couldn 't tell by the man 's reaction to her . The woman shrugged her shoulders and lay back on the bed spreading her legs even further . The little man leaned down between them and began softly licking the rose colored folds of her vagina . If he 'd been expecting the woman 's demeanor to change he was disappointed . Perhaps the sex books he 'd read had been wrong . He redoubled his efforts to no avail , she just lay there with her legs spread and let him lick her . He added a finger to his tongue and gently worked it into her lightly furred pussy . After a few minutes of this he was able to get another finger in . He looked at her intently trying to gage her reaction . All of the other whores he 'd been with were usually a puddle on the floor by this time , or were good enough actresses that he couldn 't tell . So for that reason alone he didn 't think he was doing anything wrong . She looked at the clock on the desk by the bed , and reached over and got a tube of lube . " You 're probably going to want this if you do intend to fuck me " she said with about as much emotion as if she 'd been telling someone they 'd need a new bag for the garbage can when they emptied the trash . Nothing about her signaled arousal , or even interest in the act they were participating in . But he was paying for sex , not entertainment . The man squeezed some of the fluid onto the tip of his member and smeared an equal amount onto the surface of the woman 's vagina . Then he placed his dick gently at her opening and pushed . The woman exhaled as he entered her mostly due to the fact that the lube hadn 't yet gotten inside her , so there was some pain involved . But she didn 't ask him to slow down , or wait for her vagina to adjust , she just took it . It was as if she wanted the pain as payment for some secret sin she 'd committed . The man just sawed away at her for about 3 minutes and then tensed up . The woman moved as quickly as a snake and pushed him off of her . I continued to watch the scene on the screen unfold , hoping to find some clue to why my wife was fucking other men in a motel . For the life of me I just couldn 't see it . I loved her with all of my heart and I thought she felt the same . I was obviously wrong though from what I was watching on the closed circuit TV . Then as she dressed , I saw the reason . He walked into the room like he owned it . And he probably did . A ruddy faced guy with a greasy 80 's porn - star mustache , and tattoos all over his arms . Though I couldn 't hear him clearly you could tell something was wrong with him . Why else would a white guy , talk like some black gang member from the ghetto . The bastard had been in and out of jail his whole life , and now he was trying to be some kind of pimp , and using my Mary as his whore . Folks around here called him Sundown , because you never saw the mother fucker until evening . During the day when most of the honest people in town were working this asshole was holed up somewhere , asleep or hiding . He 'd never been known to do an honest days work , but had broken up several marriages and families , due to gambling , or drinking , or his loan sharking , or drugs , if you could name it , he steal it , do it or sell it . Obviously my marriage was his latest project and he 'd stolen Mary from me , had probably done her , and was now selling her . " Wait a minute John " he said . " This is not and open and shut case , he could be coercing her somehow . She clearly does not want to do this , she isn 't enjoying it , she 's not doing this for pleasure , this is not a clear cut case of cheating no matter how you see it " I left the small storefront office with an extremely heavy heart . Even the sight of my pride and joy , an 06 Mustang GT , failed to lift my spirits . God I loved that car , from the first Christmas when Mary had given it to me , it had never seen snow or even rain . I never did figure out where she got the money for the down payment , since we weren 't anywhere near rich , but I had faithfully made sure to keep up the rest of the payments . The bank would take that car away from me and re - sell it in a heartbeat , since everybody in town wanted my car . It 's a funny thing , but whenever I saw that car I thought of Mary even though she didn 't actually like it . She said it was too loud , too raw , and the ride was too rough . She said it was more of a man 's car and it was just not refined enough for a woman . It was also pretty bad on gas . I felt too bad to go home so I stopped for a while in one of the hole in the wall bars that dotted the neighborhood . I got a shot of Jack and told the bartender to leave the bottle . He looked at me kind of strangely , but he left it and moved on . Bartenders have a kind of psychic ability , they seem to always know whether someone wants to talk or just be left alone . I just felt like shit , I 'd put everything I had into my relationship with Mary . All my heart , all my soul , I lived ate and breathed Mary , she was all I ever thought of and I just couldn 't understand what had led us to this situation . It wasn 't a case where I 'd neglected her , or beat her ; hell I 'd never even said a cross word to her in all of our years together . Maybe she was like those women who just needed some strange dick every once in a while , or even more often . Maybe our sex life wasn 't as good as I thought it was . Maybe she was just bored with me and with us , and she 'd gone to Sundown to liven up her boring existence . It no longer mattered to me , my marriage was over . I just needed to plan it out , and handle it . Tonight would be the last time I ever saw the cheating slut if I had anything to do with it . I already had the lawyer and the evidence so all that was left was to get my stuff and file for the divorce . Luckily we had no kids since Mary couldn 't conceive . We also had no substantial assets . We had the house ; she could have it . I 'd take my car . Case closed , divorce granted , then she could fuck Sundown until Sun up if she wanted to , but they could no longer make a fool out of me while they did it . As I drank everything got clearer . I wasn 't a big drinker , so 3 shots was all it took to get me to the point where I gave the bartender my keys and told him I 'd be back for my Mustang in the morning . Everything all of a sudden seemed simpler and I actually felt better , but it was just the alcoholic stupor masking my pain , emotional and physical . It took me the better part of an hour to walk the 6 blocks to our house in my condition . Actually the walk was good for me because I wasn 't nearly as drunk when I got there . Before I even got the door open Mary was on me , hugging me and kissing me and wondering where I 'd been . She still had a lot of fucking make up on . When we first got together she never wore any and in fact it was only recently that she 'd started wearing anything other than lipstick . Now it was so thick she looked like something out of a drunken sailor 's fantasy . Of course my new knowledge of her activities made me a little more suspicious and a little less naïve about her motivation . Was she really worried about where I 'd been , or just establishing the fact that she 'd been here all night , which I now knew wasn 't likely . Had she always been this fucking needy ? Or was I the one who was different ? Perhaps finding out what she really did while I was out working had made me see things more clearly . I guess maybe my love for her had always prevented me from truly seeing how funny people who supposedly love each other are . How they accept seemingly retarded behavior and even participate in it because they love someone so much . There was also the possibility that the bitch 's guilt over what she 'd done had her starved for forgiveness and affection . Well if that was what she was hoping for she could just go shit in her hat , because there was no forgiveness here , and even less affection . Apparently I wasn 't as drunk as I thought I was , that or her words must 've fully sobered me up , but I was smart enough not to say any of the thoughts that went through my mind . I just turned on my heel and headed into the bathroom . What I was really thinking was that I wouldn 't touch her with someone else 's dick . I was also thinking that it was strange that she insisted on her own husband having to take a shower to get into bed with her , but she 'd had no similar scruples about some guy whose name she probably didn 't know just shucking down and fucking her . Also her assumption that I even wanted any of her mercy or guilt fucks was just too much for me . Though it seemed like I was taking a long relaxing shower , some of the time that the shower was running I was packing most of my essential toiletries and personal items . I put them into one small travel case so that when I left in the morning I wouldn 't have to pack anything . I was just planning on leaving most of my clothes and buying more . I would try and gather together work clothes and a few outfits while she slept tonight . Hopefully I could convince her to sleep in tomorrow morning , so I could get what I was taking into my car without her noticing . The thought did occur to me that if I gave her a good hard fuck either tonight or tomorrow morning it would do 3 things for me . One it would tire her out enough that she might sleep in . Secondly , it would keep her convinced that everything between us was fine until I could get the fuck away from her cheating ass . And lastly , she really was a good fuck , despite the way she 'd been on the screen , and I didn 't know when I 'd get any again . I wasn 't even thinking about meeting another woman for a long ass time if ever . But despite all of the reasons for me to do it , the thought of fucking her turned my stomach . The crazy part about it was that I still loved her as much as ever , maybe more because I knew I was about to lose her and it just made what we shared seem all the more precious . I walked out of the shower in my robe and put on fresh boxers . I turned off the light in the bedroom and got into bed . She was immediately on me . She jumped naked out of the bed and ran across the room to get me a towel and clean me up . I was struck as usual by the bounty and beauty of her natural gifts . As hard as I was trying to be right now , the love I still felt for her was evident . She wiped my face and my mouth and emptied out and rinsed the trash can . Then she got back into bed with me and just lay down beside me . She rolled over closer to me and wrapped my arm around her and spooned her ass into my frontal area . She was literally forcing me to spoon with her . Her need for affection due to guilt must be monumental because she was acting like a love crazed teenager . She turned her head around and kissed me right on the lips . Who would kiss someone who had just thrown up , unless they were trying to prove something ? I 'm normally up at 6 : 30 a . m . for the early morning shift but my eyes clicked open at 5 : 30 and I started to ease my way out of bed . During the night I 'd tried several times to pull away from her , but she would always instinctively roll back against me and start to wake up . I had to admit the bitch was good ; she could even keep up her performance while she was asleep . She was visibly disappointed , and I truly believe a little hurt . In all the time we 'd been together , I had never turned her down if she wanted sex . This made twice in less than 12 hours . Last night was mitigated by the fact that I was sick enough to vomit . But this morning 's refusal had no easy excuse and it clearly hurt her but the only thoughts going through my mind were " She must really be feeling guilty " and " Damn how much dick does this bitch need ? " " No honey you stay in bed " I said " You 've already put up with enough , with my vomiting and drinking and being tired . Tonight will be different " I lied , forcing myself to squeeze her breast . It struck me as funny how I had to force myself to do something that only 24 hours previously was one of my and her greatest pleasures . I re - tucked the covers around her and kissed her on her forehead . Even though she hadn 't kissed the last guy , I wasn 't going anywhere near her lips . After all who knew where her lips had been . she probably refused to suck the customers dicks because she saved that for Sundown . I wasn 't taking any chances on picking something up . That was it , after work today , maybe on my way in , I had to buy this bitch an Oscar statue . Maybe I could present it to her when they served the divorce papers . " For best acting performance in the category of cheating slut pretending to love her husband , the award goes to . . . " She 'd probably be up and plastering on her make - up before I was clear of the driveway . Before I got to I - Hop she 'd probably have Sundown creeping up the stairs to the backdoor . ( I meant the house 's , not hers , but I could be wrong ) In the early pre dawn light I drove to an I - hop restaurant and got myself breakfast . My heart was heavy , but my mind was clear except for one nagging thought . Why did she go to so much trouble , with all of the acting and trying to fool me , when she could have just left me ? Maybe her and Sundown just got off on making a fool out of me , or maybe she didn 't want to lose my income . Well the game was over now and after work there 'd be some screaming and crying when she realized that I wasn 't coming home , but I was sure that after a few days she 'd go right on back to Sundown full time and our sham of a marriage could die a quiet death . To make it easier on both of us , I left my cell phone at the house with her . We weren 't allowed to have calls at work unless it was a serious emergency , but after work when I didn 't come home , if she tried to call me she 'd hear the phone ringing in the bedroom , and know the game is over . I don 't know how I made it through the day at work . Everything I saw reminded me of her and what I was losing . Every fucking song on the radio was our song . If I saw one of those hot young women who worked in the office , I didn 't think Holy shit what a babe . I thought Mary has better tits , or Mary 's ass jiggles like that too . Most of my co - workers would have had me committed if they knew that I was comparing my 40 + year old soon to be ex wife 's attributes to a hot 20 year old , and the 20 year was losing in every category . But that was the way I felt about Mary . I had loved her from the moment I saw her , and I probably wouldn 't ever stop . When it was quitting time , I was almost crying , but this was it , and tonight would be the hardest night of all . Tomorrow during the day my lawyer would deliver the divorce papers to Mary and she 'd have the details about what was going on . If she fought the divorce , or refused to sign the papers then plan B would go into effect . I really and truly hoped that plan B wouldn 't be necessary . If Mary just did her part , I 'd move out of town as soon as I could find other work and she and Sundown could do whatever floated their boat . But if she didn 't I was prepared to send her a copy of the PI 's report as a warning , and then send copies to her parents and everyone she knew . I would also change the reason for the divorce to infidelity and sue Sundown for alienation of affection . And since I would be the injured party , I 'd keep the house as well , or maybe the court would force us to sell it and split the proceeds . I finally checked into one of those mom and pop establishments with the names that sounded good but made little or no sense when you thought about it . This one was called the Highway Motel . I was told they named it that because it was the motel nearest to the highway . Anyway I checked in and immediately went to sleep , or at least I tried to . I kept seeing Sundown , getting out of my shower , putting on my robe , getting into my bed and just fucking the cowboy shit out of Mary . Then they laughed at me for letting him run me off and taking Mary away from me . What kind of wimp was I ? The next morning as I walked into the I - hop for my breakfast , I ran into Budd McQueen . Oh shit , I thought just what I don 't need . Budd hopped down from his stool and waddled over to me . " She waited for you to come home last night , and when you didn 't show up she started calling everyone she knew to see if they 'd heard anything . She was worried sick and by about 1a . m . when you still weren 't there she just knew something terrible must have happened to you , and she just started turning pale and was having trouble breathing . They took her to the emergency room , and it was a good thing they did , she had had some kind of panic induced mini stroke over you " he said . " Now , what does Sundown have to do with that ? he 's a lowlife bastard , I 'm ashamed to call him family " " Ask her " I said as I turned on my heel and left the I - hop . I had no desire to eat anymore . I still had about an hour before I had to be at work , so I went in and filled out some online job applications , hoping to find work out of state . Seemingly everything happened that day while I was at work . My lawyer served the divorce papers to Mary who was back at the house being looked after by several of her friends . I 'd told him to be very polite and very discreet when serving her the papers because I wanted everything to be as civil as possible . Even though my heart was breaking , I wanted this to be as painless as possible for Mary . Unfortunately the best laid plans of mice and men . . . You know the rest . Mary got the papers and the shit hit the fan . She totally lost it and had to go to the hospital again . Budd 's wife asked Mary about Sundown , telling her that I 'd mentioned him to Budd when he saw me . If the divorce papers were a shock to Mary , the fact that I knew about Sundown almost killed her , she went into tachycardia , with her heart beating so fast they had to medicate her . Then he just laughed and walked off . He was about 4 inches taller than me and outweighed me by at least 50 pounds . Under the over sized football jersey he wore I could see the outline of a holster , but it didn 't faze me . Any day now we were expecting that first snowstorm of the winter , but all of a sudden I was warm . No , I was hot . I decided to go and see Mary one last time to see if maybe we could talk about this and try to work something out . But realistically even if she believed the way that asshole talked about her , I didn 't see myself living with what she 'd done to us . there was no way I could ever be with her again . When I got to the hospital , things were going downhill fast . I was already pissed , but after trying to get into Mary 's room I was told that she could only have a certain number of visitors at a time and that I 'd have to wait for someone there to come down before I could go to see her . Fuck this shit , I was about to leave but the woman at the desk asked me to wait . She telephoned the nurse lounge on Mary 's floor and told me to go on up . A really nice nurse went into the room to inform them that Mary 's husband was there . A couple of people decided to leave so I could go up , but all of the nosiest old bitches stayed in the fucking room . If something was going on they wanted to be there for it . As I walked into the room they looked at me with nothing but accusation and derision in their eyes . " Where are you going ? " I screamed " This is what you wanted right ? Only it wasn 't me , I have never , ever cheated on Mary , I never would have . I loved her with all of my heart so when she wakes up , you can ask her who cheated on who " I yelled . With that said I turned to leave the room just as my loud words woke Mary . From what everyone has told me , the drugs they used on her should have prevented her from waking up at all . Apparently our emotional connection , for her at least , hadn 't been severed because when she heard my voice upset and obviously in a lot of pain she woke up despite all of the drugs in her system , but I was already gone . I sometimes had to open packages for work and I carried a pocket knife for that purpose . It was actually a little longer than it should be , and it had a Japanese Tanto styled blade . It wasn 't , as I 've heard said , a switchblade . It was more of a military styled tactical knife . You know , the ones that have a stud for your thumb on the blade so you can open them pretty quickly if necessary . I walked into that same bar as the night before , only this time I was angry . The bar was also not deserted tonight . I saw Budd again , he was playing cards with 3 other guys that I didn 't recognize , but they weren 't the reason I was there . I was there because I 'd been on my way back to my motel to think , and I saw Him go in there . But when I got inside Sundown was nowhere to be seen . The bartender said something to me that just didn 't register , because as he started talking Sundown emerged from the bathroom door about five feet to my left . My anger at Myra , at Mary , at Sundown , and at the whole situation was written all over my face . My intention had been to tell Sundown to stay the fuck away from Mary , but he misread it and went for his gun . In my dream last night Mary had told Sundown that I competed in Fencing . She hadn 't lied , I 'd been very good at it , and some things you never forget . Coupled with my military training it gave me the attitude I needed to do what I had to do . As soon as Sundown reached for his gun , I did one of the most basic fencing footwork combinations , Advance - lunge . All designed to quickly cover ground between the fencer and opponent and get into striking range with the weapon . In this case it was my knife . Sundown met his twilight as my blade slammed home up to its hilt in his chest , just before he got a good grip on his pistol . I was still in shock as he hit the floor . I turned and saw Budd McQueen and the other guys in the bar . Their mouths were open in surprise . The bartender yelled " call an ambulance " as I ran out of the door . " Where are you going ? " I heard Budd 's voice screaming at me . I jumped into the Mustang and drove it home quickly . There was no reason for my car to suffer , and it was time to put it up for the winter anyway . I probably wouldn 't see it for a long time , if ever again . Then I went to the police station and turned myself in . I told the officer behind the desk that I 'd just committed a crime and wanted to see someone . He looked really busy and told me to wait for a detective . I 'd been waiting for about a half an hour when a tired looking guy came over to me . " You 're shitting me " he said . " It was Sundown that got stabbed . Well that will save the state a hell of a lot of money , where 'd you hear this ? " he asked After a couple of hours in the cell , I fell asleep . They didn 't do any of the things you see on TV . They didn 't take my belt or my shoelaces , and there was no one in the cell with me . I guess it was one of the benefits of being in a smaller city . The detective , after making me promise to return first thing in the morning to take care of all of the details of the case , let me out through the back door where I could avoid seeing anyone . I still didn 't understand why they let me out , or how Mary had found out that I was in jail or if she even knew why . I mean I 'd been honest with them , I had clearly killed Sundown in front of witnesses and even if he was a scumbag , it was still murder . I told him to go ahead and warn her about plan B , but to be as gentle about it as possible and maybe wait a couple of days to allow her to get her condition stabilized . I didn 't want her to have a heart attack when she found out just how much I knew about what she 'd been doing . He gave me the standard talk about going to counseling to try and work out our issues and save our marriage since I obviously still loved her and she even more clearly loved me . It might take a while he said but he was sure that with that kind of love we could someday put this all behind us . I laughed and gave him the number for my new cell phone and told him we should stay in contact , at least until the papers were signed . I went out to get something to eat , I was starving , I didn 't really want to go to that little bar , so I went to I - hop , as there really weren 't many places I go get to on foot and with snow looming , the Mustang was put up for the winter . A couple of people I knew or that knew me were there , so I gave them a wide berth . I didn 't want to hear about what an asshole I was being to Mary . I wondered again why every time a marriage broke up it was instantly assumed that the man had done something wrong . " Look you 're crazy but you 're not a murderer so drop the act . We 've spoken to the bartender and the four men who were there , 2 of whom were off duty police officers , and another who was the victim 's blood uncle . We interviewed all 5 men separately , and their stories all matched . Basically they told us that scumbag Sundown had been messing around with your wife , he 's been busted for carrying weapons several times , before this and implicated in the divorces of lots of people among other things so when he saw you come into that bar , where you 'd been seen drinking just the night before , he freaked out and attacked you whipping out a knife , and as he jumped at you he tripped over the leg of the table and he fell on his own knife , and you ran out of the bar screaming like a little bitch " he said in exasperation . At the look on my face he said " Sorry that was their words not mine . Our psychologist thinks that as a reaction to Sundown trying to kill you and your perfectly healthy fear , coupled with your emasculation at finding out that scumbag was playing around with your lady , led you to concoct this wild story about killing him , as a way of getting your balls back . Kind of crazy but I 've seen worse , and since he also says that you 're not a danger to anyone , if you 're dead set on leaving town I 'll drive you to the fucking bus station myself . But buddy do us both a favor and at least be man enough to talk to the lady before you go . The type of emotions you 're dealing with here can turn real ugly if they 're left to fester " As if on cue Mary stood up and ran over to me . She looked paler than normal , and older , as if she had aged over night . She smiled when she saw me and started talking a mile a minute as she reached out to hug me . " So lie 2 would probably be when you swore to be faithful , keeping yourself only to me " She reached out like she really needed to be held then , but I wasn 't having it . " That was a bad one because it was in church before God , the preacher and all of these sanctimonious assholes who are standing here getting off on our conversation . You see I didn 't tell anybody why I left , I 'd hoped we could just go our separate ways and after I left town you could tell them whatever you needed to get you through but you 've kind of forced my hand and with all of these fucking busybodies around here by tomorrow it 'll be national news , isn 't that right , Myra ? " " Isn 't it funny that now that they know , none of these good Christian people want to offer me a shoulder to cry on , or any comfort , I mean they were so judgmental of me less than 5 minutes ago , but now that they know they were wrong , not one of them has even had the guts or the decency to say they were wrong about me or that they 're sorry . The truth is that they 're all sorry , and in fact they 're the sorriest bunch of assholes I 've ever met . With friends like this it 's no wonder I 'm leaving town " " Don 't worry Mary " , I said softly , " There 's at least 5 or six truck stops in this town so even with Sundown dead you 'll be able to find all the dick you need . But if you need to talk to me so badly , I 'll make a deal with you . I 'm leaving this fucking town tonight , even if I have to walk , but tomorrow I 'll call my attorney and have him bring you the divorce papers back and if you sign the papers , we 'll either exchange letters or I 'll have him give you my new cell phone number and you can call me one time before I change the number . " " But you can 't leave me , what will I do without you . It 'll kill me if you go " she said seriously . It was good to see that her acting skills hadn 't been lost during our break - up . It reminded me to buy that damned Oscar statuette before I left town . " You didn 't seem to be suffering so much yesterday in that motel with that doofus while I was working to put food on the table for both of us , or do I cease to matter when you 've got someone else 's dick in you ? In any case , after you sign the papers you can say anything you want . I 'll give you 30 minutes uninterrupted or I 'll read any letter you send " " You 've got nothing to bargain with either " she countered . " I 'll go door to door and tell everybody myself , I 'll take your sleazy little pictures and put them on billboards . I don 't care what happens to me as long as I have a chance to be with you . So I 'll sign the papers , just to get a chance to explain it to you , but our meeting will be in person " I made my way through the drifting snow into yet another truck stop . This one was a little better than most . It was warm , and actually served good hot food . My dollars were in short supply so I decided to just have coffee instead of a meal . The place was packed and the woman who gave me the coffee was another well stacked country girl . Big breasted and broad in the beam , built more for comfort than for speed . As I looked at her she reminded me so much of Mary that a tear rolled down my cheek . Would I ever get over that woman ? Probably not . " Actually , there is . . . Arlene " I said reading the name off her name tag . " There 's a computer in your office over there , do you think I could please use it for a few minutes ? " It took a lot longer than I thought it would to write the letter . It 's hard to sum up all of your hurt , anger , pain and other emotions , in just a few words , especially when you have to also tell the person why you now feel that way . I also ended up telling her a lot of things about just exactly how much she meant to me , and how I would love her until the day I died . I told her that I couldn 't see myself with another woman so I 'd probably end up some lonely broken old man , and I also told her about my plans for our future , how since she couldn 't have kids I was hoping she 'd adopt some with me . Maybe they wouldn 't be our biological kids but they 'd still have our psychological imprints and they 'd be just as much our babies . I also told her that all the love in the world wouldn 't be enough to put us back together and that she didn 't need me . She was still a beautiful woman and she could find hundreds or even thousands of guys to take my place in her heart . I didn 't mention that she 'd already found lots of guys to take my place in her body and that was why we were here . Lastly I told her that the divorce papers were only a formality , so she could re - marry or If I was ever lucky enough to love again that I could . The terms etc . were just numbers for the court . I 'd left her everything we had together and I took only a few items of clothing and the money I had in my pocket . I 'd left everything we had in the bank , the house was hers and both cars were hers too . My lawyer , when he called to tell me that she still hadn 't signed the papers and was refusing to let me go , said she thought that I was driving the Mustang . He also said that she had a PI of her own trying to find me . Good luck with that as I was walking and hitching rides everywhere . If she really wanted to speak to me ever again she needed to sign the fucking papers . I folded the letter up in an envelope , sealed it and gave it to Arlene . By the time I 'd finished the truck stop was closing up , and I hadn 't had time to find my next ride . Luckily I remembered that we 'd passed a comfort station about a half a mile before the truck stop . Those things were usually deserted and I 'd probably be sleeping on a hard bench or maybe a nice cot if I was lucky , but either instance beat having to try to survive in this storm . I thanked Arlene and headed out into the blinding snow . She looked at the envelope with Mary 's name and address kind of funny . " Please don 't open it " I said .