Homemade Love

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The above is the title of a book of short stories I'm reading. This story was about a middle aged man who lived in a rural area. He owned land and a small home that was well kept. He grew vegetable gardens that his wife of twenty five years put up. He was a happy man and loved his wife until he began to feel unhappy. He looked at his garden and they looked like nothing but more work. He looked at his wife and decided she was ugly. One day he told his wife he was leaving for the city and was never coming back. He bought a bus ticket and hotfooted It to the nearest city. He found a dinky little room and went out on the town. He went into a bar and two guys got in a fight. Someone swung a bottle and he was hit in the head, had to go to the hospital to get it sewn up. A day or so later he went to another bar and a woman in a short skirt and skimpy top asked him to buy her a drink. To make a long story short she went to his room and they did what they did. She left and he started to get dressed and found his wallet was missing. Next morning he went out to get something to eat and as he was about to enter the restaurant a man came out with a mask on his face and carrying a gun. As he ran the masked man fired his gun barely grazing the guys shoulder. After another visit to the Hospital he went to his room and packed his bag and got on a bus headed for home. The closer he got to home the happier he felt. He got off the bus and looked out at his house and his large green fields and decided he was the happiest man in the world. He walked down the path to his house. His wife ran out to meet him and she was so pretty he couldn't believe he had left her to go to the city. So the lesson is, the grass isn't always greener on the other side of the fence.