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Authors: Dawn Robertson
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bad mess this time around and even though I managed to get myself out… kind of…I don’t know what to do from here.
I’m sad and I’m alone. I shouldn’t be alone, that is for sure. I type out my address in a text message and press send before saving his phone number in my contacts with his name. My phone pings again alerting me of a text message. Looking down on the screen, I see Brian’s name, and open it immediately.
I don’t care what you did. I’m on my way and I am going to make it better.
I don’t know what I ever did in my life to deserve someone who cares about me this much, without even knowing anything about me; but right now I know he is exactly what I need. I splash some water on my face, cleaning off the remainder of makeup I didn’t cry off and try to make myself look somewhat okay. For my children, not anyone else.
When I come downstairs, the children are exactly where I left them and none bother to even acknowledge me. I am relived to an extent, but I have to warn them about the friend I have coming over shortly. If I don’t say anything at all, I am sure they will immediately run back to Drew with some wild tale. Especially Trenton.
“Hey guys, a friend of mine is going to be stopping over shortly to help me with my process of finding a job. I want you to be on your best behavior with Mr. Thompson, okay?” I cringe while I wait for them to answer me. “He is nice enough to come and help me since my resume is outdated. I don’t want you guys being rude. Do you understand?” Finally they begin to acknowledge me one by one. Grace smiles big and starts to ask a million questions about Brian. Most of which I don’t have any answers for.
“Mommy does he like Sofia?” She smiles at me, pointing at the Disney character on her t-shirt.
“I’m sure Mr. Thompson doesn’t know who she is, baby girl.”
“Does he have kids too?” She continues her interrogation.
“Yes honey. But, they are older.”
“Is Mr. Thompson old?” I laugh at her question just as the doorbell rings. My goodness, he got here quick. I turn from the kitchen and wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans before opening the door.
And that is when the shock sets in…
“Drew, what are you doing here?” I ask my ex-husband who decides it is alright to casually walk into my house.
“Now is not a good time. I have company on the way over.” I cut him off and try to block him from getting any further into the house.
“I told Trenton I would bring him to the mall tonight. He didn’t tell you?” Drew asks me while Trenton runs past me and right out the front door.
“No, he didn’t tell me. Sometimes, you put a little too much faith in that boy. Next time, just text me the plan, alright?” I’m short with him and annoyed because Trenton’s recent behavior doesn’t deserve a trip to the mall, but I’m also glad because the boy needs new jeans and I just haven’t had the money to dish out for them. “He needs some new jeans as well, so you can grab them while you’re there.” I add and give him that shit eating grin I always used when I got my way.
“I’ll make sure he gets dinner as well.” Drew adds while he starts to walk out the door. Just as he makes his way down the front steps, a small silver sports car whips into the driveway and Brian emerges.
Shit. Fuck. Crapbasket! How am I going to explain this? I hope Drew continues on his way to the car where Trenton sits, perched in the front seat waiting for him.
“Brian Thompson?” Drew questions while Brian briskly walks up the front steps.
“Drew Anderson. Fancy seeing you here. If you’ll excuse me, I’m here to see Madeline.” He walks right past Drew, completely brushing him off and my shitty ex-husband only stands there watching like a deer in headlights.
“How do you two know each other?” Drew asks from behind Brian.
“We’re dating.” Brian dryly replies. “You walked out on an amazing woman.” He includes while walking up the
I’m sad and I’m alone. I shouldn’t be alone, that is for sure. I type out my address in a text message and press send before saving his phone number in my contacts with his name. My phone pings again alerting me of a text message. Looking down on the screen, I see Brian’s name, and open it immediately.
I don’t care what you did. I’m on my way and I am going to make it better.
I don’t know what I ever did in my life to deserve someone who cares about me this much, without even knowing anything about me; but right now I know he is exactly what I need. I splash some water on my face, cleaning off the remainder of makeup I didn’t cry off and try to make myself look somewhat okay. For my children, not anyone else.
When I come downstairs, the children are exactly where I left them and none bother to even acknowledge me. I am relived to an extent, but I have to warn them about the friend I have coming over shortly. If I don’t say anything at all, I am sure they will immediately run back to Drew with some wild tale. Especially Trenton.
“Hey guys, a friend of mine is going to be stopping over shortly to help me with my process of finding a job. I want you to be on your best behavior with Mr. Thompson, okay?” I cringe while I wait for them to answer me. “He is nice enough to come and help me since my resume is outdated. I don’t want you guys being rude. Do you understand?” Finally they begin to acknowledge me one by one. Grace smiles big and starts to ask a million questions about Brian. Most of which I don’t have any answers for.
“Mommy does he like Sofia?” She smiles at me, pointing at the Disney character on her t-shirt.
“I’m sure Mr. Thompson doesn’t know who she is, baby girl.”
“Does he have kids too?” She continues her interrogation.
“Yes honey. But, they are older.”
“Is Mr. Thompson old?” I laugh at her question just as the doorbell rings. My goodness, he got here quick. I turn from the kitchen and wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans before opening the door.
And that is when the shock sets in…
“Drew, what are you doing here?” I ask my ex-husband who decides it is alright to casually walk into my house.
“Now is not a good time. I have company on the way over.” I cut him off and try to block him from getting any further into the house.
“I told Trenton I would bring him to the mall tonight. He didn’t tell you?” Drew asks me while Trenton runs past me and right out the front door.
“No, he didn’t tell me. Sometimes, you put a little too much faith in that boy. Next time, just text me the plan, alright?” I’m short with him and annoyed because Trenton’s recent behavior doesn’t deserve a trip to the mall, but I’m also glad because the boy needs new jeans and I just haven’t had the money to dish out for them. “He needs some new jeans as well, so you can grab them while you’re there.” I add and give him that shit eating grin I always used when I got my way.
“I’ll make sure he gets dinner as well.” Drew adds while he starts to walk out the door. Just as he makes his way down the front steps, a small silver sports car whips into the driveway and Brian emerges.
Shit. Fuck. Crapbasket! How am I going to explain this? I hope Drew continues on his way to the car where Trenton sits, perched in the front seat waiting for him.
“Brian Thompson?” Drew questions while Brian briskly walks up the front steps.
“Drew Anderson. Fancy seeing you here. If you’ll excuse me, I’m here to see Madeline.” He walks right past Drew, completely brushing him off and my shitty ex-husband only stands there watching like a deer in headlights.
“How do you two know each other?” Drew asks from behind Brian.
“We’re dating.” Brian dryly replies. “You walked out on an amazing woman.” He includes while walking up the
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