When I got back to Debbie's, Tim was in the kitchen having pizza.
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Whatever you do, don't put my things in the drier, they all have to be hung, OK?” “I just ran home to grab a couple of things. I don't want to be buying new things right now. Maybe I should call Tim to make sure he doesn't put my clothes in the drier. I looked at the clock and realized that over an hour has passed. I wanted to look at them again and try to figure out what was left of our relationship, if any. I went downstairs and sorted through the DVD's of our last vacation. Maybe I could give it to Debbie as a gag gift. Well, hubbie wasn't going to be seeing me in that for a while. There, at the bottom, was a French maid's outfit still in the box.
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Once home, I found what I wanted and stared at my still full closet. I needed to run home for an hour or so while my asshole hubbie was at work. I threw in a large load and piled the rest of my stuff on the old couch that we used as a table. I had already brought two suitcases full of things, but since I was going to be staying with Debbie for a while I wanted more.ĭebbie had the washer and drier set up in a spare room that we could all share. Either way, he was great company and always there to talk to about my failing marriage when I felt like it.Īfter a while, I'd worn everything I'd brought with me and wanted to go home to get some fancier clothes. He would talk about school, and life as if I was one of his buddies. I began to wear more revealing clothes and sort of flirt with him without actually flirting. I'm used to more attention, and the fact that Tim didn't seem interested was almost insulting! It was both comfortable and a little frustrating. I wasn't sure if he was gay or not, but he never pried into my personal life or asked me out. I did see a lot of Tim, my new roommate, and we became friends very quickly. I hardly saw her during those two months which was OK, because I needed the time to figure things out. She worked in Manhattan as a fashion designer and was out of town during the week. I secretly had a huge crush on her back then, but was afraid to tell her for fear of losing a great friend. She was tall and slender, with beautiful, auburn hair and a fantastic figure. In exchange for his rent, he was doing most of the renovation, occasionally calling in an electrician or plumber when necessary.ĭebbie was one of my best friends in college, and although we kept in touch, I really didn't see much of her after I got married. He grew up working with his father on a construction crew, and knew every aspect of the building trade. He had long, brown hair that he kept in a ponytail, and wore jeans and an old button down dress shirt. Tim was her first tenant, a college student as well as a very talented carpenter. I wasn't sure how long I would be there, but had an open invitation to stay as long as I needed.ĭebbie had an older house in the Village that she was renovating into several apartments. A while back I had separated from my husband and moved in with my friend Debbie.