Back in the saddle Part 1

Arg, I moaned as I reached over and blindly swatted at my alarm clock at three am. Monday again, I hate Mondays. Mondays and my alarm clock for that matter. I wish there was a more pleasant way for me to meet a Monday morning but between the late nights and the Scotch I enjoy sipping I’m afraid I would sleep till eight.

The truth of the matter is I could, I am the the owner after all, unfortunately my work ethic instilled on me by my father forces me to visit my jobsites daily to make sure the guys get off to a good start.

After stepping into my slippers I face the same conundrum each morning, coffee or a good morning whizz? Usually due in no small part to my raging morning wood, the coffee wins out, resulting in me dancing in place in my kitchen while fixing a cup and running to the bathroom for that whizz.

At that point my morning ritual leads me out to my deck overlooking the lake. I spend most mornings out here reflecting, taking in the view and on rare occasions simply feeling at peace.



I lost my mom when I was in high school to a heart condition and my dad passed from cancer my senior year in college. My grandfather had built the family business from the ground up as a young man and handed it down to my father. My dad had vision and through that vision the company had grown exponentially during his tenure and naturally I was groomed my entire life to takeover the reigns someday. Unfortunately that someday had come sooner that anyone would expect.

I fixed another cup of before dressing and heading to the gym, the next step in my ritual. After losing my parents and graduating, I married my high school sweetheart. We broke up during college at her request and reconnected while my dad was sick. It was a whirlwind romance, we had known eachother our entire lives. We had what seemed like a deeper connection than most, honestly I couldn’t have made it through all of this without her by my side. She was amazing, beautiful, full of life and making quite a name for herself at the lawfirm she started working at after graduation. Like me she was the job, so much so infact she started fucking one of the senior partners to get a leg up. Or both legs up for that matter at least that’s what I saw when I showed up at her office to surprise her and her team with takeout on our anniversary.

She said they had to work late on a big case headed for trial and me the naive lovestruck dumbass trying o do something nice. I ordered a pile of takeout for her entire team and headed to her office in my truck to surprise her.

Surprise! Sure as shit I was surprised, walking in her office and seeing her legs wrapped around Bruce, his wrinkled old man balls bouncing of my wife’s asshole. Unfortunately somethings, A. cannot be unseen and B. asshole was right, Bruce is an asshole and Heather, well she’s pretty much a cunt! So many things ran through my head at that moment ,that night, I could kill them, beatdown one or both, or simply leave and thats what I did, defeated I just left.

The divorce was quick and easy, we had a prenuptial, at my dad’ request and she was a cheating whore so there’s that.

I replay that daily at that gym as I work through my cardio and pound the freeweights, it’s wonderful motivation and completely unhealthy, I love it. My body loves it too, most days.

After the freeweights it’s shower time and off to the coffee shop. Anytime I visit they guys out on the job, which is most days, I bring coffee and donuts.

I tried healthier choices but end up throwing them out but the donuts disappear as quick as I set them down.

Good morning, how are you ? A bright and perky voice came through the speaker that morning as I rolled into the drive-thru.