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life as an open book, not ashamed of her past or anything she has said or done. Kimberly says everything she has gone through in life has helped her become the “amazing hot bitch” she is today.
    The first night we met, she told me everything about the abusive relationship her husband saved her from, and I knew I had found a kindred spirit in her. Luckily, we live in the same neighborhood, so we can be there for each other within a moment’s notice. Kimberly is older than I am, so I look at her like my big sister. She has been through a lot in her life, too, and is so full of wisdom and understanding. That being said, I still haven’t told her much about me or Scott. I trust her, but not with my deepest, darkest secrets.
    I look over my shoulder and watch my husband deep in conversation, drinking his beer. I smile just looking at him because when he’s passionate about what he’s talking about, he becomes so animated. I love seeing him so calm, and relaxed, and normal. Kim and I start playing pool until I notice the breaking news on the flat screen television that’s above the bar. It’s on a sports network, and the broadcasters are talking about soccer. I put the pool stick down as I listen to the commentator talk about Scott and the drunken brawl he got into at a bar last night. Because everyone is so loud around me, I can’t hear everything that is being said, but I can read the ticker on the bottom of the screen:
     
    Former bad boy soccer player, Scott Peters, returning to his old ways…
     
    I’m so intent on trying to hear the broadcasters debate back and forth about the “old” Scott and the “new” Scott that I don’t even notice my husband come up behind me.
    “Since when did you become interested in a sport other than shopping?” I turn around and look at Tony. He has a relaxed look on his face with a teasing smile, so it’s difficult for me to tell what he’s really thinking.
    “Oh, I’m not. I was just watching them discuss some brawl at a bar. It looked pretty interesting,” I respond as nonchalantly as possible as I walk back to the pool table, acting as if I could care less.
    “Yeah, Scott Peters is really good. I’m not a soccer fan, but I’ve heard about him a few times. I guess he was a complete asshole in the beginning, but later he got himself back on track. I hope he doesn’t go backward.” I begin to wonder if Tony is just saying this to see what my response is, but I quickly put that thought out of my mind. I would know if Tony knew about Scott.
    “Well, I hope he stays on the right path then.” I finish playing a round of pool before I tell Tony I’m ready to go home. Kimberly’s mad of course, but I can’t stay because I need to lie down and curl up with Tony. I need to feel my safety net around me.
    When I feel like I’m going to cry, I tend to cling to Tony. I know it’s wrong on so many levels, but it’s what’s right for me; it’s what I need. We have a silent ride back home, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
    “I’m going to grab myself a beer. Would you like some wine?” Tony asks as we settle into our quiet, empty house. It feels so different not having Scottie here, even though he’d be sleeping at this time. Just knowing my son isn’t under the same roof as I am is disconcerting. Geesh, what am I going to do when he goes off to college?
    “Yes, baby, I’ll take a glass of wine. Full, please.” Tony laughs as he heads toward the kitchen. I turn the TV on and once again Scott is on the screen. I look into his hazel eyes, and I see that he’s drunk. He’s cursing at the paparazzi trying to take pictures of him as they shout questions at him. I shake my head. I can’t watch this anymore. I don’t want to care about Scott acting out and thinking that it might be my fault. He abandoned me. I turn the channel and find Mr. and Mrs. Smith on.
    “No, not a Brad and Angelina movie,” Tony whines as he sets down our drinks. I laugh and toss the