me. I didn’t like this arrangement at first but the kids seem to tolerate it for now. This is my week to have them. I will have them until next Monday morning. They will go straight to their dad’s house after school.
After my emotional turmoil a few minutes ago I find myself over the stove preparing myself to make dinner. One thing that has changed since the divorce is my cooking skills. They weren’t bad in the beginning, I knew how to make a few easy plates but Jason loved to cook and he was always home before me so it worked out. Now that I am on my own and work in the salon I can set my own hours. When I don’t have the kids I stay until seven. When it’s my week to have them I am home by five. It just gives me more time to spend with them.
After dinner has been eaten and messes cleaned up I get the kids ready for bed. I sit in my bed and pull out my Kindle wondering what fantasy I can get lost in tonight. It’s been three days since my orgasmic night at Barneys so reading a love story just may do me in. I have dreamt of Caleb every night but let’s face it, nothing compares to the real thing. As I lay in bed I contemplate texting Jason about his parenting skills. Against my better judgment, I do. I don’t like drama but sometimes you have to put your foot down.
Ryan: 8:45 pm: Will you please me sure that Michael does his homework first and then plays his video games? He is getting a 68 in math. Thnks.
Jason: 8:50 pm: My house my rules. He wants to relax after school, not get right back into it.
Ryan: 8:52 pm: I realize that but he needs to get his grades up. I can’t be the only one to work on that. I need some help with that too.
Jason: 8:54 pm: When have you ever cared Ryan? You where never around for it to matter when he was younger! So my house my rules!
Wow this was getting nowhere and fast. I have to admit the two years of our marriage was pretty rough on all of us. I lost my mother to breast cancer and then my dad decided he would start making appearances in my life. Not only that but I ended up losing my job at the hospital and fell into a great depression because we fell behind on bills. That in turn started tearing our marriage apart. I wanted to grieve and try to process but I couldn’t function. I lost myself somewhere along the way. And by doing so I lost my family. Things where never the same after that.
Ryan: 9:15 pm: Just please try and help him pull up his grades. That’s all I can ask.
After that I shut my phone off and curled up with my book. There is no since in bring up the past , what’s done is done and we just need to move on.
I went to bed that night with a heavy heart. My brain likes to remind me of the bad mother that I used to be and the crappy wife that he still calls me today. Reminders hurt. The pain never fades.
Chapter 4
After a long restless night fighting with my covers and pillows it is finally morning. Thankfully the sun is out on this beautiful April day in Houston. I rushed the kids off to school and got myself ready for the gym. I didn’t want to go in today but I need to fight this aching in my heart and beat the crap out of a punching bag. Loading up my car I high tail it to the gym to let some frustration out.
About half way through my battle with the bag I decided it was time to hit the treadmill. Starting off slow , I paced myself for my five mile jog. I plugged in my head phones and searched for some Alanis Morissette to get me through my battle.
Drifting off to my daydreams of last Friday night, recalling the most embarrassing moment I thought of him and where his hands were. Thinking about the Greek God named Caleb I about fell flat on my ass. Getting my stride back I decided to look around to make sure no one saw another plunder of embarrassment.
To my total shock there was Caleb staring right at me. The man was glorious in
After my emotional turmoil a few minutes ago I find myself over the stove preparing myself to make dinner. One thing that has changed since the divorce is my cooking skills. They weren’t bad in the beginning, I knew how to make a few easy plates but Jason loved to cook and he was always home before me so it worked out. Now that I am on my own and work in the salon I can set my own hours. When I don’t have the kids I stay until seven. When it’s my week to have them I am home by five. It just gives me more time to spend with them.
After dinner has been eaten and messes cleaned up I get the kids ready for bed. I sit in my bed and pull out my Kindle wondering what fantasy I can get lost in tonight. It’s been three days since my orgasmic night at Barneys so reading a love story just may do me in. I have dreamt of Caleb every night but let’s face it, nothing compares to the real thing. As I lay in bed I contemplate texting Jason about his parenting skills. Against my better judgment, I do. I don’t like drama but sometimes you have to put your foot down.
Ryan: 8:45 pm: Will you please me sure that Michael does his homework first and then plays his video games? He is getting a 68 in math. Thnks.
Jason: 8:50 pm: My house my rules. He wants to relax after school, not get right back into it.
Ryan: 8:52 pm: I realize that but he needs to get his grades up. I can’t be the only one to work on that. I need some help with that too.
Jason: 8:54 pm: When have you ever cared Ryan? You where never around for it to matter when he was younger! So my house my rules!
Wow this was getting nowhere and fast. I have to admit the two years of our marriage was pretty rough on all of us. I lost my mother to breast cancer and then my dad decided he would start making appearances in my life. Not only that but I ended up losing my job at the hospital and fell into a great depression because we fell behind on bills. That in turn started tearing our marriage apart. I wanted to grieve and try to process but I couldn’t function. I lost myself somewhere along the way. And by doing so I lost my family. Things where never the same after that.
Ryan: 9:15 pm: Just please try and help him pull up his grades. That’s all I can ask.
After that I shut my phone off and curled up with my book. There is no since in bring up the past , what’s done is done and we just need to move on.
I went to bed that night with a heavy heart. My brain likes to remind me of the bad mother that I used to be and the crappy wife that he still calls me today. Reminders hurt. The pain never fades.
Chapter 4
After a long restless night fighting with my covers and pillows it is finally morning. Thankfully the sun is out on this beautiful April day in Houston. I rushed the kids off to school and got myself ready for the gym. I didn’t want to go in today but I need to fight this aching in my heart and beat the crap out of a punching bag. Loading up my car I high tail it to the gym to let some frustration out.
About half way through my battle with the bag I decided it was time to hit the treadmill. Starting off slow , I paced myself for my five mile jog. I plugged in my head phones and searched for some Alanis Morissette to get me through my battle.
Drifting off to my daydreams of last Friday night, recalling the most embarrassing moment I thought of him and where his hands were. Thinking about the Greek God named Caleb I about fell flat on my ass. Getting my stride back I decided to look around to make sure no one saw another plunder of embarrassment.
To my total shock there was Caleb staring right at me. The man was glorious in
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