1. Modern Woman 2


    Date: 9/23/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: fitzythemartian, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    “Yeah, out with your lesbian friends.” “What? What did you say?” “I said, out with your lesbian friends,” he shouted. I was shocked that he would say such a thing, even if it were true. “What are you talking about? What would you know anyway?” “Everyone knows that those women’s spirituality seminars are a great big lesbo fest. No man in his right mind would go near any of those dykes.” “Well, maybe none of those women would want a man with that sort of attitude. Who told you they were lesbians anyway? One of your mates who can’t get it up any more, probably.” “Yeah, whatever. I’m going to bed.” I was angry now. I followed him into the bedroom. “It just so happens that I met some of the most amazing, married women I’ll ever meet. Some of us just wanted some companionship, some friendship, that we weren’t getting at home. You never talk to me any more. We never share anything of ourselves any more. That’s what I went for – to talk with people who shared my feelings and weren’t afraid to say so.” He said, “Yeah, a lot of dykes who couldn’t get a man if they tried. Those married ones are the worst. They say they’ll love you for ever and then expect you to be somebody different or they shut off the sex.” “What are you talking about?” I steamed. “Look, Jen, you and I both know that our marriage is fucked. I was talking about us. We never talk, we never have sex. You want me to change into someone different. And I’ve tried to change, I really have. But, you know, I’d rather be me ...
    and take the consequences than be what you want me to be and be miserable. You’ll blame me and I’ll blame you. We both know it. There’s no point saying anything else.” I was surprised at the depth of his feelings about us. I never even thought he might be unhappy. And here I was trying to find a way to break it to him gently that I was leaving. “Scott, I know, and I agree. And yes, I’ll blame you for a lot of things. But I’m mature enough to realise that I’m not perfect either. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. Hopefully we can have an amicable split. I don’t hate you; I doubt I’ll ever hate you. But I don’t love you anymore either. I need to leave to find happiness. I think deep down you need this too. I’m sorry it had to end like this but I think it’s for the best.” I walked out of our bedroom and into the spare room and shut the door. The next morning I heard him get ready for the day. As soon as he left I got up and readied myself. I began packing my personal belongings. Apart from my clothes, my sewing machine and my books, most of the things left were jointly owned, bought for the family home. At about ten o’clock, I got a message from Louise, “Is now a good time.” I rang her straight way. “Hi, babe. How are you,” I said? She sobbed. “He hit me.” “What?” “I told him I was leaving and he hit me. Punched my right in the face.” “Oh, Lou, you poor darling. What can I do? Is there a hospital you can go to?” “Yeah, I’m there already, just waiting. The cops are here too. They want to ...
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