Would You Read This Story?

Read my about me page and you’ll learn all sorts of interesting things about me including that I am the author of 39 unpublished books and three screenplays. The words below are part of a story that I am working on and I am interested in getting your feedback. Drop me a line or leave me a comment and let me know what you think.

Who Broke Your Heart- Things You Might Not Know

My name is Jack. I am a single father who works as a journalist for the local paper. I have a a bi-weekly column that is read by more than 1 million people and I am the author of three books, with a contract to write more.

On the weekends I coach my son’s soccer team and drive my daughter to dance class. I have two girlfriends who really are just that, girls who are friends. Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between a girl friend and a wife. They both tell you what to do and neither put out.

I suppose that the real distinction is that the girl friend doesn’t receive a piece of my paycheck each month so that they can live in my house with Rudy, the flying Dutchman.

I know, that sounds overly bitter. My therapist told me that I should be happy about this. She said that it would be good for the ex to have a man in her life, that it would make her happier and as a result she would be easier to deal with.

I tried to look at it that way, I really did, but there is 6’2 of stupid preventing me from doing so. The same 6’2 of stupid that is shtupping my wife, sleeping in my bed and enjoying the house that was the fruits of my labor.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re better apart. It was a long time coming and something that I should have done years ago. I didn’t mind her taking the house because it was easier than uprooting the kids. But I won’t lie about being irritated about the cold Germanic figure that lives there now too.

We might not have had the greatest marriage, but we had a great house.

And now instead of having a bad marriage and a great house I have a bad apartment and a lot of freedom. So I suppose that there is something to be said for that. The girl friends keep telling me that if I moved out of the bad apartment I’d find it easier to date.

I keep telling them that I don’t want to date, but they ignore me. So then I tell them that misery loves company which is why they want me to get involved with another woman. I think that it is hysterical and every time I say this I crack up.

For some odd reason they don’t. And for that same odd reason they aren’t interested in hearing about what I think women are good for. That is ok, I don’t really want to tell them.

A while back my daughter found some old love letters that a lost love once sent to me. She had a field day with that. Ever since then she has been pushing me to try and look her up. She tells me that she can tell from the letters that she really loved me and that no woman who wrote those things ever stops loving the man she wrote them about.

I smiled and thanked her. She smiled back and told me that I was too young to give up. I think that the girl friends and her must be talking about me when I am not around, because I am getting tag teamed.

Anyway, I am on deadline for my next column. Since the ladies of my life are so intent on pushing relationships upon me I decided to show them by writing about the end of relationships. Something really bitter and biting, that ought to shut their mouths.

So here you have my first draft of my next column. I think that it has real potential.


Always On My Mind– Willie Nelson

Thanks to technology there are a million new ways to break someone’s heart. A million new methods of letting someone that you once loved or perhaps still do that you just can’t do it anymore.

In the age of instant gratification and social media it won’t be long before we hear/read the tales of dismissal. Husbands who let their wives know they are leaving them by unfriending them on Facebook or girlfriends who let their ex know their new status by tweeting it.

It is kind of funny in an I am not smiling kind of way to think how these time saving tools of communication can take the intimate and personal and turn it into something mechanical, cold and sterile.

What do you call people who do this? Awful, callous and cruel come to mind. Descriptive words that fail to capture the essence of how truly horrible being dumped in this fashion can be.

But let’s face it, being dumped isn’t a pleasant experience. It is not necessarily easier to stand or sit in front of someone and listen to them tell you that they have lost that loving feeling. I suppose that it doesn’t make a difference, even if they haven’t lost it, but are ending things because circumstances make it impossible to continue.

In the end you still ask those questions. You still wonder what you did or what you could have done. Surely there is a word or gesture that would have spared you the angel of death speech. Had you only known then they would have passed over and you’d be ensconced in your cocoon of love and happiness.

The End Of a Marriage

I’ll say this much for divorce, it makes for great blog fodder. There is something wrong about that, isn’t there. Shouldn’t there be some rule that says that being this connected is wrong. Isn’t there some rule or law of silence about this. I am not really supposed to be able to communicate such intimate thoughts.

The pain of a broken heart isn’t really something that you should be privy too, or maybe you should be. Maybe that is the point of all this. I act as the exhibitionist and you act as the voyeur. I pull aside the shades so that you can look inside the window and see just what is that I am doing.

And that is how you get the great image of “6’2 of stupid that is shtupping my wife, sleeping in my bed and enjoying the house that was the fruits of my labor.”

Really, I should be more grown up about this than I am. I should be happy that he has taken the burden off of my hands, but that is not totally true either. The end of the relationship is a mixture of relief and sadness. It is a mixture of success and failure.

I try not to tell the girl friends about this feeling because every time I do they interpret it as a sign that I need a new woman. They read the last column and told me that they thought that it was brilliant and that I was dead on about how awful breaking up by email is. Apparently this sort of thing is far more prevalent than I realized.

Just my luck really. I was trying to portray myself as being bitter, cold and unfeeling and they took it as being sensitive. Or maybe they didn’t. Maybe this is all part of the stupid plan that they and the daughter are trying to put into place. You know, the whole lost love deal.

Earlier this week the girl friends slipped it into conversation, how some people never forget walking down Coventry or chasing each other through grapevines. The whole gist of it was their female version of some romantic tale in which I contact that great lost love of mine and we suddenly find our way back to each other.

I must admit that I find a certain attraction to it. I have wondered what she is up to and where she is at. From time to time I have remembered things and wondered if she has too. But that could easily be me. After all I am the one who is in this position. I am sure that she is happy with her life. I am just a good memory relegated to the unimportant and irrelevant pile.

At least that is what I suspect, but I admit that part of me wonders if that is true. I also admit to relearning the finer points of being heartbroken. I hadn’t ever planned on becoming reacquainted with it. I rather imagine that it is similar to a prisoner revisiting his cell.

You know all the corners intimately, but you never really want to step back inside, even if the door is open. Except in my case the door swung shut behind me.

The good news is that all of the crap that I left here is still here. Same books and toys on the shelves just waiting to be played with again. The bad news is that all of the crap that I left here the last time is still here. The questions and hard feelings and the sense of loneliness. The empty ache is back, an old friend that I didn’t want to see again.

But the good news is that I know from experience that this isn’t a life sentence. I’ll bust out of this joint like I did the last time. Only this time around things will be different.

Of course I said that same thing last time, but this time it is true. This time it is going to be different because this time a million people will read about this in my column. Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but we’ll find out.

Stay tuned to this bat channel and assuming that the paper doesn’t fire me or go under from a lack of advertising dollars and you’ll find out what happens, or not.

A 21st Century Break Up

“Well now, everything dies, baby, thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.”

Atlantic City- Bruce Springsteen

Went to lunch with the girl friends and the daughter. It wasn’t my choice. I was far more interested in hiding out in my apartment. It might not be much to look at, but it is mine. Simple furniture, my books, music and a decent television. Reminds me a bit of how I described my first place after college to my parents.

But there is a difference this time around. The refrigerator is full and there is more than $25 dollars sitting in my bank account. Not to mention that the furniture isn’t a bunch of hand me downs from friends and relatives.

The best part is that it is mine and mine alone. I am happy being by myself. I don’t worry about who left dishes in the sink or if there are socks on the floor because if there are, I know who is responsible for it.

I had intended to make myself a sandwich, grab a beer and watch football. Later on I was going to take a nap and maybe start reading that book about the history of Scotland. It was a good plan, but the girls had other ideas.

When the telephone rang I didn’t bother to check the caller ID because I already knew who it was going to be. She called every weekend to check on me and every weekend I gave her the same response. Told her that I was fine, but if it would make her feel better I would let her iron my clothes and perform other services as needed.

It was the sort of obnoxious remark that I used as a shield and on most people it would work, but not her. After 30 some years of friendship she ignored it. Didn’t faze her, in fact I am not even sure it even registered.

But I was wrong about the caller. This time around it was my daughter. As soon as I heard her say “Hi daddy” I knew I was screwed. I am a lot of things, but I am not stupid. It didn’t take a genius to recognize that tone of voice. It was the same one she had used her entire life with me, that one that girls use to melt dads heart.

I placed my hand over the telephone and cursed. “Damn!” But there was no point in arguing with her. She is my girl and she is just as determined as I am. Better to just roll along and see if there was an easier way to get out from under their scheme.

Earlier that week she had shared her thoughts with me. She had told me that she was very concerned about me, that she didn’t think I gave myself enough credit or that I did a good job of taking care of myself. I had thanked her for her concern and reiterated that I was quite capable of taking care of me. Been doing it all my life, now wasn’t much different.

She smiled and wrapped her hand around my bicep and asked me to make a muscle. Damn, damn, damn. I keep forgetting this kid has made a life time project of studying dad. But I didn’t crack. I made a muscle and asked her if she wanted a piggy back ride. She laughed and told me that she was too big for one. I told her that she never would be too big and changed the subject.

Not that it mattered. She just went with it and here we were a few days later, the three of them and me. As we sat at the table I made a crack about feeling just like Hugh Hefner. It was met with a stony glare and sighs all around. Because I am both stubborn and prone to stupidity I told them that they were wasting their time and that we should find a different project. Maybe we could go out and save the environment.

Instead I was treated to a story about how things work in the 21st century. They told me that the Internet had killed the idea of a clean breakup and that now it was really easy to find people and or check up on them. I smiled at the three and reminded them that I probably knew more about computers and the net than they did.

That earned me more stares and sighs. And then I learned that all of them had googled the name of an old boyfriend once or twice. They assured me that it was just curiosity that made them do it. I looked at my daughter and said that curiosity was how I became a father. She glared at me and asked her companions why they put up with me. She had to because of genetics, but they had a choice.

Before anyone could answer I went into a five minute lecture/rant about minding your own business. They were silent. And just when I thought that I had convinced them they let me know that they had already done their own checking up.

She was free. She was single and so was I.

That took the wind right out of my sails. I was mildly surprised by the impact. She was single. I stuttered something in response and muttered something about having been kicked in the mouth one time too many.

And then I was silent.

For a moment I was lost in thought. I remembered the fire and the passion. I remembered how she made me feel like there was no one more important or more special. And then I remembered the pain of losing her.

It was like having an arm or a leg cut off. It took a while for those scars to heal, longer than I wanted to admit. And the truth was that I wasn’t even certain if they ever had. I did my best to hide the shock and thanked them all for their concern.

A short time later we got up and left. Out in the parking lot we hugged and kissed each other goodbye and I drove home lost in thought.

Later that night the telephone rang and again I didn’t bother checking the Caller ID. It had to be my daughter and again I was proven wrong. For the next five minutes I listened to her tell me why I should think really hard about things.

“She loved you as much as you loved her,” she said. I told her that I wasn’t so sure and that it had seemed far too easy for her to walk away. She snorted into the phone and assured me that I wasn’t the only one with a broken heart. She was just more practical about things than you were or so she claimed.

I thanked her again for her concern and told her that I would think about. A short time later I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering what would happen if I tried to contact her. Would she take the call or respond to the email. I was afraid that she would and afraid that she wouldn’t.

Just before I drifted off to sleep I remembered what it felt like to kiss her and how I couldn’t figure out where I ended and she began. And that was when I realized that I hadn’t ever stopped loving her. It was a bittersweet revelation.

Not the sort of epiphany that I had gone searching for, but that is the joy of life. You never know what is going to happen. So now there are butterflies in my stomach and my heart is pounding. I haven’t made the decision yet what to do, but I am going to have to do it soon.

I suppose the question is will a 21st century break up lead to a 21st century romance. I don’t know the answer but I rather expect that I will soon.

In the interim I think that I am going to unplug my phone and turn off my cellphone. I have had about as much excitement as I can handle for now.

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  1. TheJackB September 15, 2011 at 11:44 pm

    @nikoley Sure, I didn’t share the entire story.

  2. TheJackB September 15, 2011 at 11:43 pm

    @SocialMediaDDS I’ll probably add to this.

  3. nikoley September 15, 2011 at 6:23 pm

    I’m hooked! Every time my email goes off I find myself scrambling to check and see if there is possibly a new blog post with another piece to the story.To quote SocialMediaDDS ” please sir, may we have some more?”Can’t wait!

  4. TheJackB September 14, 2011 at 4:34 pm

    @SocialMediaDDS There is a lot more that is already written. All it takes is a bit of time to put it together and wrap it up in a neat little package.

  5. SocialMediaDDS September 14, 2011 at 4:31 pm

    An absorbing story…please sir, may we have more?
    I wish I had read this before this morning…how did I miss this?
    Make sure that the pieces that are you stay open to possibility.

  6. TheJackB September 13, 2011 at 10:25 pm

    @CiaoMom See what happens when you disappear? 1,983 posts show up overnight. 😉

  7. TheJackB September 13, 2011 at 6:59 pm

    @Faryna Yes sir, I am doing alright.

  8. CiaoMom September 13, 2011 at 6:24 pm

    Ok so I have been away for a while….but I am so very glad that you are writing about this. And yes, it is sad how divorce like many other tragic events, makes great blog fodder–but it absolutely does. I suppose it is the same reason that people watch reality tv.

  9. CiaoMom September 13, 2011 at 6:24 pm

    Ok so I have been away for a while….but I am so very glad that you are writing about this. And yes, it is sad how divorce like many other tragic events, makes great blog fodder–but it absolutely does. I suppose it is the same reason that people watch reality tv.

  10. Julie September 13, 2011 at 1:28 am

    I would say no. A soul mate implies there is just ONE other human being who you are meant to be with, which is silly. Soul contracts are made for big and small things – could be an agreement to have one important conversation or an agreement to get married. Then we actually exercise our free will so sometimes plans get scrapped.

  11. Faryna September 13, 2011 at 12:04 am

    Leon’s wisdom is worthwhile: Make sure you have fun.

    You ok, Jack?

    Soul contracts? That’s sounds like a nightmare from a Torts class. I want to hear more about this – but then again, I really don’t. [grin]

  12. TheJackB September 12, 2011 at 5:32 pm

    @Julie | A Clear Sign Are soul contracts involved with soul mates?

  13. Julie September 12, 2011 at 2:40 pm

    @TheJackB Soul contracts are arrangements you made at soul level before you incarnated to meet up with certain other people this lifetime for specific exchanges. Sometimes it feels like you already know them when you meet them…that’s because you do. You actually “recognise” them. You probably know the feeling.

  14. TheJackB September 12, 2011 at 1:15 pm

    @Leon Leon, life without laughter or joy is no life at all. Unless you are curmudgeon in which case it is ok to be grumpy but that usually makes a curmudgeon smile so there is really no way around that smiling thing. 😉

  15. TheJackB September 12, 2011 at 1:14 pm

    @bdorman264 Hey Bill, it is a story that I am working on. There are pieces of my life in there, but that is all they are- pieces.

    I do like your last line- no regrets is how I want to live.

  16. TheJackB September 12, 2011 at 1:08 pm

    @Julie | A Clear Sign Now you have me curious, what is a soul contract? I go back and forth about whether I believe in signs or coincidence. There are moments where I can’t help but wonder.

  17. BruceSallan September 12, 2011 at 6:45 am

    JB – I hate to use this over-used phrase but it’s really true as “I feel your pain.” NO one that hasn’t gone through a divorce (with kids especially) really understands it. That’s why I’ve said before and continue to say that there are two groups of people. Those that have been through a divorce and those that haven’t. We who survived the divorce wars understand both groups…those that are married, single, or never married don’t get US at all!

  18. Leon September 12, 2011 at 5:36 am

    G’Day Jack,

    If I ever needed a reason, I now know for sure wht I keep telling people, “Make sure you have fun.”



  19. bdorman264 September 12, 2011 at 5:15 am

    So, now we know more the root of your struggles. It didn’t sound bitter; more matter of fact. I did get a mental image of the apartment and it made me chuckle but in a laughing with you instead of at you kind of way. I mean at this point, all you can do is laugh, right?

    Stupid is as stupid does, right?

    Make the call; no regrets………………….

  20. Julie September 12, 2011 at 1:53 am

    Interesting and not even all that bitter sounding, really.

    You just inspired me to do a post on love and relationships – I was just sitting here contemplating my next article and browsing through Reader when this came along. As you know, I am big on Signs.

    I am not a fan of going back and doing things over again, but it can work sometimes. Rarely, but sometimes. Has to do with Soul Contracts. Even if that sounds too weird and out there for you, it is nevertheless true, and it applies just as well to regular life whether or not one believes in it.

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