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pretend to love you," he said.
True to his word, Jim never questioned his wife about where she was
going, not even on the nights when she wasn't beside him in his bed.
She told him in advance when she wouldn't home. Jim could see that the
guy was making her happy. It ate at him like a voracious cancer and he
wondered what the trucker did to make her so happy. It ate at him
more when he was making love to her, wondering what he might be doing
right or wrong that would make her leave or stay. He refused her
suggestions that he go out as well, see other women.
"It would make me feel better," she told him.
"You love two men. I don't love two women," he said.
Then one night she hit him between the eyes again. "I have to leave,
Jim," she said. "I can't even imagine what I'm putting you through
when I go out. It eats at me something terrible."
"I'm coping," he said. "I've always been a patient man."
"Michael is getting kicked out of his apartment," she said with a sigh.
"They're turning the building into a condo and the rent will more than
double. It's a good time for me to move out as well."
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