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familiar voice called my name.
I looked up to see my mailman, waiting for me to sign for a handful of packages. My heart raced as I met his gaze. “Hi, Foster,” I said.
“Hey, Morgan,” he answered, shooting me his perfect, gleaming grin. “I’m glad we finally know our real names.”
I laughed, but he stared so deeply into my eyes that I soon had to look away. My stomach fluttered, and I couldn’t believe I was reacting like some silly schoolgirl with a crush. I was surrounded by college guys constantly, but not one of them had ever shot me with electricity the way this guy did every time I saw him or even heard his voice. He was, most definitely, a Ferrari among Volkswagens. I couldn’t deny how ridiculously handsome he looked. Am I crazy to blow off somebody this hot? I wondered, then wished I hadn’t thought of blowing at all.
I quickly reached for the packages, anxious to free myself from the tractor beam of his piercing blue eyes. I wasn’t sure I had the wherewithal to turn him down in person, especially not when he was looking at me like that. When his eyes locked on mine, there was an explosive spark between us, one neither of us could deny.
Finally, when my boss walked over to my desk, I fumbled to sign my name.
“Thanks,” Foster said. “Have a great day.”
I smiled as he walked off.
Chapter 12
W hen I went to my mother’s house to break the news about my doomed marriage, she was devastated and didn’t take it well at all. She rubbed my back to reassure me everything was going to be okay, but I couldn’t make the promises she wanted to hear, and that tore my heart in two; I hated the feeling of letting her down.
“I can’t believe you’d ever think of breaking up your beautiful family,” she said.
“I’m so lonely, Mom. There is not one sign of love, physical or emotional. He won’t touch me. I’m frustrated, hurt, rejected, and humiliated, completely devastated by his lack of interest.” I blew out a breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t live like this anymore. This partnership, or whatever it is, is over. I’m not even sure what to call it. I know it will be hard to be on my own, but that’s going to be better than the misery I’ve been feeling for so long. Our love is stalled, and it’s going nowhere.”
“Morgan, it’s childish to break up a marriage and a happy home just because things have cooled down in the bedroom,” she admonished.
“But that’s just it, Mom. It’s not a happy home at all. You can’t even begin to understand the frustration, shame, and hurt I’ve been going through. I’m depressed. I have panic attacks, and I won’t even start on the self-loathing.”
“I think you just need to pay that counselor another visit.”
“No more therapy, Mom. It’s too late, and it won’t do any good. It’s just...over. I’ve tried, and nothing works. Tom basically admitted the same thing. Do you know how it makes me feel to know that the man I promised my life to doesn’t want to make love to me?”
“You have to hang in there. Marriage can be a tough road, honey, and all of them go through potholes now and then.”
“This isn’t a pothole, Mom. It’s the Grand Canyon, and there’s no coming back on the other side. I’m tired of crying myself to sleep every night. I’ve never felt so neglected in all my life, and it’s slowly killing me, turning me into someone I’m not. Do you expect me to live in some lie, some false fairytale, drowning in unhappiness? Is that what you want me to do?”
“Marriage isn’t just about sex, Morgan. It’s about trust, friendship, faithfulness, forgiveness, and sticking it out through thick and thin, through all the hard times, till death do you part.”
“I know all that, but Tom has already checked out. He’s left the building.”
“Sex is not a requirement for relationship satisfaction.”
“I know! Geesh, Mom. I’m not that shallow.”
“It is only one form of intimacy,” she droned on,
I looked up to see my mailman, waiting for me to sign for a handful of packages. My heart raced as I met his gaze. “Hi, Foster,” I said.
“Hey, Morgan,” he answered, shooting me his perfect, gleaming grin. “I’m glad we finally know our real names.”
I laughed, but he stared so deeply into my eyes that I soon had to look away. My stomach fluttered, and I couldn’t believe I was reacting like some silly schoolgirl with a crush. I was surrounded by college guys constantly, but not one of them had ever shot me with electricity the way this guy did every time I saw him or even heard his voice. He was, most definitely, a Ferrari among Volkswagens. I couldn’t deny how ridiculously handsome he looked. Am I crazy to blow off somebody this hot? I wondered, then wished I hadn’t thought of blowing at all.
I quickly reached for the packages, anxious to free myself from the tractor beam of his piercing blue eyes. I wasn’t sure I had the wherewithal to turn him down in person, especially not when he was looking at me like that. When his eyes locked on mine, there was an explosive spark between us, one neither of us could deny.
Finally, when my boss walked over to my desk, I fumbled to sign my name.
“Thanks,” Foster said. “Have a great day.”
I smiled as he walked off.
Chapter 12
W hen I went to my mother’s house to break the news about my doomed marriage, she was devastated and didn’t take it well at all. She rubbed my back to reassure me everything was going to be okay, but I couldn’t make the promises she wanted to hear, and that tore my heart in two; I hated the feeling of letting her down.
“I can’t believe you’d ever think of breaking up your beautiful family,” she said.
“I’m so lonely, Mom. There is not one sign of love, physical or emotional. He won’t touch me. I’m frustrated, hurt, rejected, and humiliated, completely devastated by his lack of interest.” I blew out a breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t live like this anymore. This partnership, or whatever it is, is over. I’m not even sure what to call it. I know it will be hard to be on my own, but that’s going to be better than the misery I’ve been feeling for so long. Our love is stalled, and it’s going nowhere.”
“Morgan, it’s childish to break up a marriage and a happy home just because things have cooled down in the bedroom,” she admonished.
“But that’s just it, Mom. It’s not a happy home at all. You can’t even begin to understand the frustration, shame, and hurt I’ve been going through. I’m depressed. I have panic attacks, and I won’t even start on the self-loathing.”
“I think you just need to pay that counselor another visit.”
“No more therapy, Mom. It’s too late, and it won’t do any good. It’s just...over. I’ve tried, and nothing works. Tom basically admitted the same thing. Do you know how it makes me feel to know that the man I promised my life to doesn’t want to make love to me?”
“You have to hang in there. Marriage can be a tough road, honey, and all of them go through potholes now and then.”
“This isn’t a pothole, Mom. It’s the Grand Canyon, and there’s no coming back on the other side. I’m tired of crying myself to sleep every night. I’ve never felt so neglected in all my life, and it’s slowly killing me, turning me into someone I’m not. Do you expect me to live in some lie, some false fairytale, drowning in unhappiness? Is that what you want me to do?”
“Marriage isn’t just about sex, Morgan. It’s about trust, friendship, faithfulness, forgiveness, and sticking it out through thick and thin, through all the hard times, till death do you part.”
“I know all that, but Tom has already checked out. He’s left the building.”
“Sex is not a requirement for relationship satisfaction.”
“I know! Geesh, Mom. I’m not that shallow.”
“It is only one form of intimacy,” she droned on,
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