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visit, he’d climb all over them and then wrap himself around their legs. Brad yanked him off the nice lady who showed up with business papers for him to sign. It was embarrassing and Brad had apologized profusely after he yelled at Trevor.
Emily scoured the internet when the kids napped—when Trevor slept. There were times, days, he just wouldn’t sleep. She researched his symptoms and what consistently popped up was either mercury poisoning or autism.
Emily needed to find the courage to sit Brad down, and talk with him. Trevor needed help and Emily worried each time she took Trevor out to a store; whether he’d have a public meltdown, if he’d scream and flail. The only thing she could do is pick him up and hurry back to the van with Katy, trying to ignore the hard judgmental glares from strangers. Was she hurting the kid, or just a bad mother? They didn’t say it out loud. They didn’t have to.
Chapter Eleven
He’s an asshole, a thorn in her side, which now began to fester. Why the hell wouldn’t the jerk grow some balls and play nice? Sheep were more likely to grow wings before that idiot, who she was unfortunately still married to, decided to become a responsible man. That would best describe all the separation legalities with Bob. He’d left everything for Emily to look after, no surprise there. That’s what he did the entire time they were married. All the phone calls, the landlord and the bills he began to challenge were all her responsibility. As her new lawyer, Peter Murphy, said, he was bitter. Even the petty refusal of allowing Emily any part of the damage deposit, which the landlord was still refunding, even with the short notice, only because the house was snatched up by another family. Even though Bob was not paying full child support and no maintenance for Emily, refused to clean the house and handle any of the details for the disconnect services, he still expected all the money. What a piece of work. You hear stories from other women of how nasty their ex’s turn when the couples split up. Emily couldn’t quite grasp, couldn’t wrap her head around, the fact that she’d awakened and realized someone she’d once loved, and thought she knew, had turned into a monster. So to expedite everything, she’d endorsed the entire check over to Bob, refusing to fight over yet one more detail, even though Gina told her not to do it. But Emily didn’t want to fight. She had too much on her plate, including caring for an unpredictable child who wasn’t even hers.
Her lawyer, Peter, a short, balding man with round glasses and an overbite, filed the necessary paperwork for legal separation and custody of Katy. Bob hired nobody. He was just being an ass. Visitation, Emily was pleased he’d agreed to every other weekend.
One Tuesday during Emily’s third week, Katy and Trevor were seated at the table, their almond butter sandwiches cut up for them, when the telephone rang. Brad wandered in the back door at the same time. He snatched the receiver from the wall phone.
“ Hello… Yeah she’s right here. It’s for you Em.”
He passed her the old phone with the long cord, “Hello, this is Emily.”
“ Emily this won’t take long but I need to say my peace.” Of all times for Bob’s mother to call and how’d she get the number? Emily closed her eyes wondering if the universe would be kind right at this moment and disconnect phone service. Brad draped his tan jacket over the back of the chair. He dished up a small bowl of chicken soup for both kids from the pot in the middle of the table. “Ah Nina, this isn’t a good time. It’s lunchtime. Can I call you back later?”
“ No Emily. I promise this won’t take long. I’m so disappointed in you. You just didn’t try to hold that marriage together and Katy’s the one who’s going to pay the price for this mid-life crisis of yours. Bob’s worked so hard for you and you appreciate nothing he’s ever done for
Emily scoured the internet when the kids napped—when Trevor slept. There were times, days, he just wouldn’t sleep. She researched his symptoms and what consistently popped up was either mercury poisoning or autism.
Emily needed to find the courage to sit Brad down, and talk with him. Trevor needed help and Emily worried each time she took Trevor out to a store; whether he’d have a public meltdown, if he’d scream and flail. The only thing she could do is pick him up and hurry back to the van with Katy, trying to ignore the hard judgmental glares from strangers. Was she hurting the kid, or just a bad mother? They didn’t say it out loud. They didn’t have to.
Chapter Eleven
He’s an asshole, a thorn in her side, which now began to fester. Why the hell wouldn’t the jerk grow some balls and play nice? Sheep were more likely to grow wings before that idiot, who she was unfortunately still married to, decided to become a responsible man. That would best describe all the separation legalities with Bob. He’d left everything for Emily to look after, no surprise there. That’s what he did the entire time they were married. All the phone calls, the landlord and the bills he began to challenge were all her responsibility. As her new lawyer, Peter Murphy, said, he was bitter. Even the petty refusal of allowing Emily any part of the damage deposit, which the landlord was still refunding, even with the short notice, only because the house was snatched up by another family. Even though Bob was not paying full child support and no maintenance for Emily, refused to clean the house and handle any of the details for the disconnect services, he still expected all the money. What a piece of work. You hear stories from other women of how nasty their ex’s turn when the couples split up. Emily couldn’t quite grasp, couldn’t wrap her head around, the fact that she’d awakened and realized someone she’d once loved, and thought she knew, had turned into a monster. So to expedite everything, she’d endorsed the entire check over to Bob, refusing to fight over yet one more detail, even though Gina told her not to do it. But Emily didn’t want to fight. She had too much on her plate, including caring for an unpredictable child who wasn’t even hers.
Her lawyer, Peter, a short, balding man with round glasses and an overbite, filed the necessary paperwork for legal separation and custody of Katy. Bob hired nobody. He was just being an ass. Visitation, Emily was pleased he’d agreed to every other weekend.
One Tuesday during Emily’s third week, Katy and Trevor were seated at the table, their almond butter sandwiches cut up for them, when the telephone rang. Brad wandered in the back door at the same time. He snatched the receiver from the wall phone.
“ Hello… Yeah she’s right here. It’s for you Em.”
He passed her the old phone with the long cord, “Hello, this is Emily.”
“ Emily this won’t take long but I need to say my peace.” Of all times for Bob’s mother to call and how’d she get the number? Emily closed her eyes wondering if the universe would be kind right at this moment and disconnect phone service. Brad draped his tan jacket over the back of the chair. He dished up a small bowl of chicken soup for both kids from the pot in the middle of the table. “Ah Nina, this isn’t a good time. It’s lunchtime. Can I call you back later?”
“ No Emily. I promise this won’t take long. I’m so disappointed in you. You just didn’t try to hold that marriage together and Katy’s the one who’s going to pay the price for this mid-life crisis of yours. Bob’s worked so hard for you and you appreciate nothing he’s ever done for
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