At the end of 4 years, my marriage had come to an end, one that should never have lasted all that long. To his credit he was a very smart person, at the very top of his class in law school, aced the Bar with no problem and was offered and accepted a very high paying job with one of the top law firms in the state. I on the other hand had waited tables at Reb Lobster to pay the bills and help him achieve his dreams.
Then it was over, a bit sad but somehow very relieved . One day I saw an ad in the paper which went something like this “Widow seeks mature female for housework in exchange for a sleeping room.” I called and to my surprise she said she would like to meet me. As it turned out, her husband, a college professor, had passed suddenly and she needed help with her house, while close to campus, was a bit rundown.
I moved in with my meager possessions, found her to be very friendly despite there was a 30 year age difference between. I had lived with her about a month, when one night after my shift at RL, I got home and we watched TV as we usually did. Some things happened which I will not go into detail, one thing led to another and she asked me if I would like to share her bed. And did she ever rock my world.
She was a very sharp, shrewd woman who helped me plot a revenge divorce against my husband as she knew the lawyer, wanted a certain judge, which after a bit of stalling we got. And did we ever put on an Oscar worthy sob story. Not only did we put the dick to the old boy, it was twisted and broke off in him. And I can tell you he hates me to this day.
We stayed together about a year, yes as constant lovers, very happy together despite the age difference. In the end she sold the house and moved to be with her son and grandchildren. I had quit RL, returned to school for what was to be the start of being a professional student.