Excerpt from Breaking Point
Featured in Love Won’t Let Me Wait


Chapter 1


Sometimes you reach a point where you’ve just had enough. You know, the point at which you can no longer ignore your problems or hold back your emotions; That point at which if you don’t move, if you don’t do something to change the course of your life, you’re just going to lose it completely. My point hit me on a Friday afternoon as I was sitting on the 495 Beltway outside Washington DC.

 

Maybe I should have reached this point sooner. I never liked my job in computer sales. It just happened to be the first opportunity that came up after I retired from the Air Force. So maybe at some point during the past five years I should have found something else to do to earn a living.

Maybe I should have reached that point five months ago, when Felicia told me that she wanted a divorce.

 
Or maybe I should have reached it on one of the days since then, as I watched her walk down the corridors at work, her hips and booty swaying like liquid love, looking sexier every day as the pounds seemed to melt off her body. It didn’t help matters that since we split up she’d started wearing ensembles to work that had all the dudes – including me – panting like we were dying of thirst in the desert and her body was an oasis.

 
During our four years of marriage Felicia always talked about wanting to lose weight. But she didn’t actually do anything about it until we separated. Maybe being free and single and out on the market again gave her the motivation she needed to finally start working out. So I had to suffer the torture of seeing my wife every day, looking more beautiful than she ever did when we were together.

 

Believe me; it really sucks seeing what you used to have looking better than when you had it, especially when you still want it. Sometimes when I see Felicia I get a pang of yearning in my heart so powerful I feel like crying.

 
Maybe I should have reached my breaking point when I overheard a couple of guys at work talking about how my soon to be ex-wife was shaking her thing at the clubs on the weekends. I heard one of them say that he wished he didn’t know me, because then he’d feel a lot better about trying to fuck her. Maybe that’s when I should have called it quits at my job. Maybe that’s when I should have decided that I needed to be somewhere else.

 
But my breaking point didn’t hit me until this evening after work, as I was sitting at a dead stop in bumper to bumper traffic on the Beltway.

 
I decided that I couldn’t do this anymore. Just like this traffic jam, my life was at a useless standstill. I was at a bad place that wasn’t going to get any better until I took a different route.

 
I decided that I was going to see my manager Chris first thing Monday morning and tell him that I was resigning.

 
I’m sure he’ll be happy to see me go. It’ll relieve a lot of tension on the job. Lately Chris has a hard time looking me in the eye. It has to be tough for him these days, being my manager while he’s sleeping with my wife.