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front door opened. I expected to see
Blake, but realized he never used the front door. Instead it was my meddlesome
best friends.
    “Oh,
crap, she has the musicals going. This must be bad,” Cheyenne said as soon as
they walked in.
    Sweet
Abby smiled and shook her head.
    I
lay back on the couch and rolled my eyes.
    They
both came around and unceremoniously moved me, placing me between them. I felt
squished, but loved.
    “Hello,
ladies.”
    They
both laughed at me.
    I
hit pause on the television.
    “So
spill,” Cheyenne said.
    I
didn’t even know where to begin. I had more issues than Vogue magazine. I drew
my knees into myself and leaned on Cheyenne. Abby leaned on me, sandwiching me
in between the two.
    “Your
hair smells nice,” Abby commented.
    I
snickered some. “It’s that new shampoo Cheyenne got in at her salon.”
    “Yadda,
yadda, yadda,” Cheyenne interrupted. “We can talk about hair later. We came
here to find out what’s going on with our best friend and why she spent the
night at her parents’ house. And most importantly what happened after her
husband sneaked into said parents’ house?”
    “How
did you know all that?”
    “Honey,
I run the most successful salon in this town. I know everything.”
    “That’s
disturbing,” I said.
    She
laughed. “Well, if I were more villainous I could probably make some good money
blackmailing people.”
    “Cheyenne,
you wouldn’t,” Abby said, I think more to reassure herself than anything.
    Cheyenne
rolled her gorgeous blue eyes. She was the Barbie doll best friend, complete
with perfect body and blonde hair.
    “So
did you and Blake have some hot make-up session at your parents’ house or
what?” Cheyenne asked.
    “Or
what,” I answered.
    “That’s
disappointing,” Abby said to my and Cheyenne’s surprise.
    We
both laughed at her.
    “What?
I’m a desperate housewife and I could do with a steamy story.”
    “I’m
sorry to disappoint you.” I smiled. No matter how miserable I was, these women
could always make me smile. I felt like we were back in high school and kissing
and telling. Unfortunately, there was no kissing involved. Not that I would tell,
even if there were.
    “So
why are you wrapped up in a blanket and watching musicals on a Saturday night?”
Cheyenne asked again.
    “My
marriage is in trouble,” I sighed.
    “Tell
us something we don’t know,” Cheyenne said.
    “Has
is it been that obvious?”
    “Well,
let’s see. You’re never seen together and you never talk about him anymore,
you’ve had to deal with more crap than most couples, and until tonight we
haven’t seen you smile in months.”
    I
leaned in more to Cheyenne and buried my face into her shoulder and cried. Both
she and Abby started stroking my hair.
    “This
cut really does look good on you,” Cheyenne said to lighten the mood.
    “You’re
a genius.”
    “I
know,” she responded seriously.
    “Are
you and Blake getting a divorce?” Abby asked.
    “He
doesn’t want one, but he moved into the guest bedroom.”
    “Why?”
Abby asked concerned.
    “He
said we needed to start over and he needed to earn my trust back, so he’s
trying to give me my space.”
    “How
do you feel about it?” Cheyenne asked.
    “I
don’t know. It’s not like we were really sharing a bedroom, anyway.”
    “No
wonder you guys aren’t happy. Maybe you should sneak into his room tonight.”
    “You,
Cheyenne, have a one track mind.”
    “You
guys better get back on the track,” Abby contributed.
    “Ladies,
I appreciate your concern about my love life, but ever since—you know—I just
don’t feel like a real woman. Does that sound crazy?”
    “A
uterus doesn’t make you a real woman. Heck, what I wouldn’t do sometimes not to
have a period every month,” Cheyenne said in her brash style.
    “I’ll
trade you.”
    “Oh,
honey, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m thankful for my uterus. Is that
better?”
    “What
you said didn’t bother me. I get it. I just