Lisa becomes dubious of Tom’s intentions when he begins to bug her about getting a second job. Lisa finally chooses to obtain a job since she can no longer stand his persistent pestering. However, Lisa discovers a horrifying secret about her spouse as soon as she begins.
My role as the main provider for our family is mine. It had never been an issue, but my husband Tom has been putting pressure on me lately to take up a second job.
Tom said, “You can’t possibly be as tired as I am at the end of the day—you don’t even leave the house to work.”
I said, “But you’re a mechanic, Tom.” “You manage your own company. And simply because you have workers to do the task, you take three days off.
Dismissively, he added, “Let’s just put a pin in this conversation.”
“All right,” I said. “I’m going to look.”
It appeared as though my spouse had gotten a Christmas present early.
“Well,” he remarked. “That resolves it.”
He didn’t bother to discard the leftover food as I saw him take up his plate and set it on the kitchen counter.
I would get a second job if that’s what he desired. However, I knew just what would make him second-guess his recommendation.
Tom stopped by my home office on his way to work the following day.
“Remember to begin your job search,” he said. “And give my work overalls more effort, Lisa. There are grease spots that are intractable. It is awkward.
After saying that, he left.
I said, “Goodbye to you, too,” as he walked away.
I next went to the website of the bowling facility. That was where Tom used to play with his pals. I’d always puzzled why, in spite of the place’s darkness and lack of warmth, they visited there so frequently.
“Oh please, Lisa,” Jill said. “Tom and Marcus are attracted to the waitresses wearing short dresses, as we both know.”
Tom’s wife was Jill, and Marcus was his closest buddy. Once, Jill and I received an invitation to the bowling alley’s anniversary celebration, but we never went back.
My strategy was straightforward: take a job working the night shift at the bowling alley to get my spouse to change his mind about his idea.
I asked him if he was going to the weekly bowling night with Tom and his pals on my first Wednesday at the bowling alley.
“Are you spending tonight at the bowling alley?” Before you go, would you want to eat supper at home? As I was preparing breakfast, I inquired.
“Yes, most likely,” he said without taking his eyes from his phone. “If not, make some fish and chips.”
“All right,” I grinned and replied. “I’ll see you there!”
When our gazes finally locked, he waved off my perplexity with a flicker of confusion on his face.
As he was leaving, I said to myself, “Oh, you have no idea what’s coming.”
That night, I showed up to the bowling alley wearing my new outfit—a form-fitting, short dress that left very little room for interpretation. I doubted my spouse would approve of my donning something like that.
“I apologize for the outfit,” manager Ursula stated. “I’ve tried to alter it, like add leggings or stockings, but the owner says it stays this way.”
I responded, “That’s just sick.”
While running the drink stand, I would periodically cook the popular mini-donuts for the adolescents who were bowling.
I watched Tom come in by himself and go right to playing. The males became raucous as the first hour went by and the teens started leaving for their curfews. As expected, they started making out with me.
My spouse finally caught sight of me, his eyes narrowing as he took in the attention I was receiving.
“Lisa, what the hell?” With his eyes flaming, Tom charged over. “What are you doing?”
“Tom, I’m working,” I smirked and replied. “Remember that you wanted me to get a second job?”
He shouted, “This isn’t what I meant!”
I shot back, “Well, I’m getting great tips.”
My husband’s teeth tightened.
Give up. Right now,” he insisted.
“We require the funds,” I said as I turned to attend to a different table.
Reluctant to create further commotion, Tom returned to his bowling game. But as soon as my shift finished, I knew he would bring it up again.
He continued to glance at me every few minutes.
I was doing my shift when Ursula came up to me.
She nodded at Tom and said, “Is he bothering you too?”
“Explain what you mean.” Perplexed, I inquired.
Ursula gave a heavy sigh.
Nearly every waitress here has fallen in love with that man. One had his baby as recently as two weeks ago. She is currently requesting child support, complete with a paternity test to validate her claim.
There was no need for Ursula to lie or conceal the truth because she was unaware that I was married to Tom. I was unaware of a side of Tom until she told me what she had just revealed.
That’s the reason he wanted me to work two jobs. He insisted that I cover his child support payments.
I ignored the other customers as I strode over to Tom.
“You are an abhorrent human being!” I hit him hard across the face as I shouted.
He clutched his cheek and cried, “What the hell, Lisa?”
“You’ve had any interaction with these waitresses? And one recently gave birth to your child? Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I spat.
Tom became paler.
“I can clarify,” he muttered.
I responded, “I don’t care.” “I’d prefer not to hear it. Tonight, you will gather your belongings and depart. I’m going to file for divorce tomorrow.”
My heartbroken, I stormed out of the bowling hall. The man I had married, who was he?
How would you have responded in the situation?