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tension build between the two and knowing that nothing had yet happened. I didn’t understand them at all. Then again I had my own relationship to think about before theirs.
                  “Well I better go before your Mom drags me in for dinner, I’ve got something on and can’t stay,” he said. “I will pick you up on Sunday?” He confirmed with me.
                  “Sounds good. Thank you Hayden,” I said taking my suitcase.
                  “I will see you two later,” he said giving both of the boys a fist bump. He raised his fist to Megan. “Fist me,” he said with a cocky smile.
                  “You’re an animal. I will not,” she said collecting the boys and ushering them inside. She walked away sassily yet the smile remained on her face. I smiled at the two, dragging my suitcase behind me.
                  As soon as I walked through the front door I could smell some kind of meatloaf cooking. I dumped my suitcase near the door and walked around to the left and through the lounge room. Nothing ever changes. Just the usual couches, television and picture frames. I walked through the kitchen and dining room.
                  My mother had some light music playing as she piped some cookies swaying her hips slightly to the beat. I hoped that I was jolly as her at that age. Not that she was old, but she wasn’t young either.
                  “Hi Mama,” I said. She spun around with the warmest of smiles. No matter how old I was, there was always a welcoming feeling when hugged by my mother. I hugged her tightly familiarizing myself with her florist perfume.
                  “Hello Baby, you look gaunt. Have you been eating properly up there?” I let out a long sigh. Instantly my mother noticed my sudden fatigue. I was suddenly self-conscious of what her response might be to my new psychotic tendencies.
                  “You want a glass of wine?” Megan asked me over the opened fridge door. She held up a red wine and a bubbly. I pointed to the side with the bubbly. I had to admit, what I missed the most about having my family close is enjoying a few wines over dinner. I felt like I needed it before I spilled my guts and tried to make sense of my head before I returned back to Manhattan.

Chapter Twelve

     
     
    I was laughing hysterically after the first three hours. The boys had been sent to bed hours ago. Megan was enlightening me on some of the things the boys had said and done. My mother was commenting on the mailman who often hit on her, literally the mailman, it was as ironic as the milkman joke. Eventually we delved into the issue at hand, ironically I now didn’t want to talk about it. Laughing with them had distracted me so much.
                  We sat at the dining table with our wine glasses half full. It was my mother who broke the ice.
                  “Clove, talk to use, what’s the issue, it’s not like you and Damon to fight, it must be something pretty serious.” I sighed and looked at my wine glass not even knowing where to start.
                  “Well that’s the thing,” I said self-consciously. “It is but it isn’t. My mind has been all over the place. It’s me not him, I can admit it but I am still getting so angry at him. I’ve never been so insecure and unsure of who I am.”
                  My mother and Megan exchanged an expression which had me hesitant to ask what it was about. “Well something must have happened for you to start this, right?” Megan prodded.
                  “Well sort of, I just started feeling clingy, I want him and I miss him, but then I feel like he’s done something wrong and I can’t trust him. And I know how stupid that sounds because I do trust him. And then some comments were made about him being posted still as a bachelor in some article and some people