April Challenge – B

April Challenge

This blog-post is brought to you by the number 3.1415926, and the letter B.

Letter B

Basement; a story of a building, partly or wholly underground.

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When they were first married, they were madly in love, always together. Couldn’t keep their hands off each other, joined at the hip – frequently. Went everywhere together.

He had to go to work to support his wife, and soon, their children. She became a housekeeper, remaining at home, to cook and clean, and raise the kids.  Still, they loved each other, and often expressed it – a quick kiss or a pat on the bum.

His career progressed. He worked longer hours and had to take courses.  When she wasn’t tied up with the kids, she got to coffee-klatch with other neighborhood wives, but they always made time for each other.

While they still liked each other greatly, and showed it, they found that they had different interests. He took up golf; she joined a bowling league.  He read only best-sellers and wondered what she got from the Historical Romance novels she read.  Still, there were the pecks on the cheek, and the rubbing of a forearm.

His job required him to travel occasionally. When he was out of town, she took the opportunity to visit a sister he considered a loud-mouthed trouble-maker.  When he returned home, they had little of interest to discuss with each other.

She moved into one of the children’s abandoned bedrooms, because ‘he snored.’ He might not snore if she didn’t stay awake all night, reading.

With the kids married, or off at college, organized evening meals became infrequent. One or the other might make food for them both, but it was seldom eaten together at the table.  She lounged in her bed and watched Downton Abbey.  He rocked back in the rec-room recliner and watched baseball or football.

One day he realized that they hadn’t spoken a word to each other in days – and he didn’t worry about it. They were down to having corridor sex.  If they met in the hallway, she would hiss, “Fuck you!”  He would reply, “Screw you, Bitch.”  Life had become an armed truce.

He realized that living together – separately, was better than splitting up. His benefits package covered her.  They only had one cable TV bill, one phone bill, one Internet provider.  The mortgage was retired, so neither would have to rent an apartment.

One day though, she gravely approached him, and told him that she wanted her space – without him in it. Somewhat sadly, he signed the divorce papers, and made arrangements to sell off the house and contents.  That was how he had come to be living in this basement, bachelor apartment.

 

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5 thoughts on “April Challenge – B

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    This is more than a little sad. It happens more often than one might think. Sometimes the divorce part never happens but it doesn’t make the circumstances any sadder. At least there is Pi (that is tongue in cheek).

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    • Archon's Den says:

      I don’t know which is worse. Before divorce became easy(er), couples stayed together until the bitter end. Husbands drank, and/or beat wives and children. Everyone was unhappy.
      Now couples get divorced like changing tee-shirts. Custody battles erupt, lawyers get rich, and everyone is unhappy. Son has (perhaps wisely) decided to remain single. 😯

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  2. Jim Wheeler says:

    I think I see the missing element in this story: humor. Humor is the clue that there is like-mindedness and that leads to friendship, something different from (sexual) love.

    I knew a couple who eventually divorced, and their basic incompatibility appeared to be neatness. He was OCD about cleanliness and she was, well, something of a slob. I’m not sure humor could have saved them. A building must have a foundation.

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