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A Breakup With Style

A Breakup With Style

By

Mario V. Farina

Copyright 2016 Mario V. Farina

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My name is Jane Wilson. I wish I had been named Madeleine. My ex-fiancé, Jason Alexander, might not have taunted me so often as being plain Jane. I’m forty-two, not beautiful, but I have a good heart. That’s my picture on the cover of this book. My life has been sort of plain Jane also. I’ve asked an author friend of mine, to tell this story. Though plain, there may be something in it that helps women who may have a tale like mine.

Jason called some time back and told me he’s no longer dating Sue Mason. We’ve been seeing each other for a possible reconciliation. We saw each other yesterday. He called me in the evening.

“Hi!” he said. “I missed you today. I couldn’t resist calling you.”

“I wish you hadn’t, Jason. We should help each other forget one another.”

“It’s going to be hard for me, Jane. I do love you!”

“You keep saying that,” I said, “but you haven’t said it in a way that has convinced me. I have to believe you kept me around just for the bedroom.”

“That’s a lie.” I could sense anger rising.

He continued, “What are you going to do now? Go back to Gerald?”

“No, Jason, I don’t love Gerald. You took me away from a man I didn’t love. For that, alone, I have you to thank. You gave me hope that I could have another chance to find happiness in this world before I died.”

“You’ll go back to Gerald. You’re weak. You need a strong man around, and he is the only man who will have you!”

“That may be true, Jason, but it might interest you to know that I have a date with another man this weekend, and I’m looking forward to it.”

Incensed he responded, “He’ll find you out that you’re a witch. He’s probably a bum and I wish nothing but ill will for the two of you!”

“You might be interested in knowing that he has a better opinion of me than you’ve had. He said that I’m not a plain Jane. He said that a woman is not a name or a face. Or even a body. Who she is inside, is what truly defines a woman!”

“That’s crap! All he wants is you in bed,” he responded angrily!

Jason was infuriated, and I thought this would be a good time to find out what had happened between him and Sue at The Cape and in Chicago. “Well, I certainly don’t know who will have you now, Jason. As soon as someone finds out that all you want is sex, she will throw you over like a rotten tomato.”

“Don’t you wish!” was his sour retort. “Would it interest you to know that Sue and I were at The Cape together and that we made love there? Also in Chicago. Also in her home over and over again?”

My worst fears were realized.

“Tell me, Jason, were you as demanding with her as you were with me?”

“Nothing of the kind! Love with her was beautiful. That was a dirty, rotten, email you sent me Friday, but part of it was true.”

“I don’t believe what you are saying, Jason. You’re making all of this up because you’re angry and want to hurt me.”

“Oh? Do you think so? Do you remember that weekend when you didn’t know where I was? Sue flew to Montpelier and stayed at a motel. I went to see her there. As we lay in bed, we began caressing each other. She would touch me in certain places you wouldn’t believe. I’ll simply say that she is several years younger than you. Her body tone is firm where yours is flabby. She is strong, where you are weak. She was able to arouse me in ways that you could not even imagine!”

Deeply hurt, I knew that I was on the receiving end. In spades! In a competition of words, Jason could always cut me to pieces. Yet, I couldn’t hang up.

“And you were at The Cape together?”

“Yes, we were there for the weekend. While there, we made arrangements for a trip to Chicago. I sent money to her for the airfare. I can be generous with the right person. The money I shelled out was nothing compared to what I got in return. In Chicago, she introduced me to important friends. We slept together and made love every night.”

“With me, you didn’t want to make love more than once a week,” I declared bitterly.

“Face it,” he enunciated, “you were in adequate!”

“Inadequate?” He had struck his most hurtful blow.

“Inadequate!”

“I was adequate enough to clean your house and cook your meals!”

“You had to be good for something!”

“Thank you, Jason, this makes it easier,” I said. “Let’s say farewell and go our own ways.”

“Do me a favor, Jane,” he said. “Don’t do anything hasty. Think about it overnight. I think there’s still a chance for us. Let us try making a new start. Give it a week.”

In a fog of confusion, I agreed.

I did think about it. The next morning I sat on a bench in the park and made a decision. I drove to Jason’s house and rang the doorbell. I wanted to settle this as soon as possible, and not hide behind a phone.

He came to the door wearing the same blue pajamas that he had worn when I gave him a railroad pocket watch on his birthday.

“Jason, I thought about what we said last night. The idea of continuing a relationship with you after knowing that you made love to Sue is unacceptable to me. I have decided we must break up. Please do not phone, no emails, do not try to communicate with me in any way.”

He was silent for a few seconds. “Is that the way you want it? Don’t you want to come in?”

“That is the way I want it!”

“You know, Sheila is having a graduation party in a week. She and I would want you to attend.”

“Sorry, I won’t be able to make it.”

I turned to go. “Wait!” I stopped and turned back to face Jason.

“What now, Jason?”

“You would say goodbye at this very time, wouldn’t you? You probably know that I haven’t been eating well since Sue and I broke up. You also must know that the house has gotten messy. A responsible person would have made me a decent meal and help clean up the place.”

“I guess I’m not the responsible person you thought I was. Why don’t you ask Sue to do it? Anything else?”

“No, that’s not all.”

“What else?”

“Now that you know I’m not seeing anyone, who’s going to be sleeping with me for a while?”

“Jason, you are a Leo, and Leos are resourceful. You told me that a hundred times! You’ll find someone!”

“”


A Breakup With Style

  • ISBN: 9781370718450
  • Author: Mario V. Farina
  • Published: 2016-09-16 06:20:07
  • Words: 1240
A Breakup With Style A Breakup With Style