From housewife to Harlot

The beginning of the end was just a day like any other, coffee in hand I was contemplating my day. I watched for the 100th time at least that month as my husband gleefully chatted away with his female boss, that twinkle in his eye giving away all the things he denied. I knew she didn't want him, she was a beautiful blonde in her 20's from a family that had more money then they knew what to do with. After 2 weeks of constant arguments regarding his lack of honesty and the obvious fact he was lying to either myself or both of us I knew it was time to end the charade. He wasn't anything to write home about, I had known it when I married him but he had been a decent provider, he made me laugh and he had accepted my sons right off the bat. Now though when I looked at him I realized how harshly time was punishing him, the once athletic frame now supported a keg, and not long into our marriage I had realized that his emotional intelligence rivaled that of a 10 year old boy, but I had chosen to look past it all and reminded myself daily of the things I loved about him trying my hardest to keep my interest while reminding him of how much I valued and appreciated him. The romance was dead, it was always the same moves and the lovely bend over and take it from behind finisher. And yet here I was feeling a little jealous I suppose that someone else had gained his attention. I remember thinking to myself why? I wasn't attracted any longer, he had grown cold and distant and so much like his father in behavior and appearance that it was a chore just to feel a spark of interest any longer. The truth was I was done. I was tired. I surely wasn't going to compete for the man I had built up, for the future I had spent 10 years building for our family only to watch him pine for something so unattainable that I think even he knew was fruitless. It was sad and I was tired. I will admit that on a positive note the stress alone had caused me to lose at least 20 pounds. His lack of interest had initially caused me to sink into depression , but now looking in the mirror I could see glimpses of my former self, the me before "us" and I have to admit I liked her. In realizing that I just wasn't going to fight the inevitable and that I really didn't want to I had begun taking care of myself and I loved it. I was enjoying the attention I was receiving in public, the looks and smiles. The confidence I was feeling was addictive and he was beginning to notice as well, but at this point I no longer cared. This was for me, I was about me and frankly I just didn't give a dam . He spent the vast majority of his time lamenting his past or bragging of his high-school exploits, and when he wasn't stuck in his youth he was bitterly arguing over the need for my sons to leave the nest at 19 and 17 so he had the freedom to wander naked through his kingdom. Definitely not anything to write home about, despite the years I had spent boasting of his good qualities. I knew I was done, his porn addiction, his constant need for validation while simultaneously trying to dismantle everyone else's around him, yeah I was tired. I decided to skip watching the train wreck that was my sparkly eyed husband leaning on the counter laughing at every word that left the other side of his phone conversation with his dream girl and decided to get ready, we had a dinner date tonight and I was determined that this was it, tonight was the final time I would lie to myself. I was going to ask for that divorce ....