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358 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 26, 2016



“I love you too I guess.”

“Were you spying on us?”
“Spying? No! I would never do that. That’s weird. That’s- that would be like crossing a line.”
Stalking is frowned upon, not illegal. I would have to physically threaten you first. Like,” he looked back at Moses, “like hypothetically if you lay one finger on my wife, I’ll hypothetically break that finger… hypothetically.”

“He as hot as me?”
“Ew, that’s such a wrong question!”
“Just answer the question. Who’s Batman, who’s Robin?”
“I don’t care,” he kissed me again, gahhh these kisses! “You can break my whole kitchen,” he said between kisses, “I don’t care.”
“What kind of guy dates a woman in the middle of a divorce?”
“Uh, in college before you met Jenzy you dated two married teachers and a single mom.”
“Don’t live in the past Todd.”
“You took off the rings but,” he turned his own ring. “I’m getting buried with mine because whether you leave me or not, I’ll love you till the day I die. To my last breath. You didn’t just give me your love, you brought me closer to my own family, your family, you led me to this amazing career. I don’t want what could’ve been in Sweden, I want what could be with us.”



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Now it had been two years and a couple months since Chris and I had sex.
“I’ve been sleeping on the couch down here, for two weeks. You haven’t even noticed.”
Mandy shook her head, “It’s a late one. He’s forgotten your birthday twice, he’s critical of everything that makes you, who you are, he hasn’t been intimate in years, he puts down your work, and he did that horrible thing at the-.”
She shifted then went on, “Four days before it was held, she got a call from one of Chris’ coworker’s wives asking what she was wearing. She wanted to borrow some jewelry… for the event…”
“I was the only wife in the company that wasn’t going. When I asked him about it, I didn’t tell him she called. So, he lied again and told me they didn’t allow spouses. He really just didn’t want me to go.”
I’d forgotten her birthday twice. How could I do that?
“Well, Chris in all fairness hasn’t seen my underwear in two years so…”
“Yeah, well Chris forgot your anniversary and your birthday twice. How could you be that important to him if he can’t even remember those special times? He has all that technology shit; he didn’t think to put the dates down?”
What kind of guy dates a woman in the middle of a divorce?” “Uh, in college before you met Jenzy, you dated two married teachers and a single mom.”
“I don’t want to move on. This is us, you’re talking about. You think he can make you feel like I did?” he stressed. “I’m hoping he won’t because for the last couple years the way you made me feel was really shitty. Do you even know how many times I dressed like this for you? Do you know how hard it is to put yourself together for someone? Worse than that, do you know how awful it is to undo it? To take off the dress you tormented over finding, the hair you took hours styling, the makeup you artistically painted on, and the heels you walked around in pain wearing? All that comes off without ever being noticed, over and over again, and you realize it doesn’t even matter because he doesn’t see you!”
“We haven’t needed protection in years because we went the one-hundred percent effective, abstinence route.” I was reminding him of the complete withdraw of sex he put me through, but he didn’t seem to notice.
I hadn’t felt a man touch me in two long years. This was sex for me.
“I haven’t done this in a long time,” I warned. Not sure why.
“I thought I was ready,” I confessed. “I knew better, It’s my fault.” Wow, what a champ. Taking on my train wreck. “We need to stop seeing each other, this is stupid,” I told him as I sat straight. “I want you so badly, but it’s selfish, I’m still healing. You’ll end up hurt.”
“Why would you think I find you unattractive?” “I don’t know… must’ve started after the hundredth time you rejected me for sex. My favorite memory was me waiting naked for you in our bed and you telling me if I kept up with laundry I would have something to wear. Then there’s the time I tried kissing you at the park and you told me to grow up.”
Hey, Chris, could you just fuck me enough to chill out my hormones? No way, I was asking that, he rejected me two years in a row. I groaned in my head. TWO FUCKING YEARS! I need sex, I’m not dead!
You aren’t even proud of me like I am of you. You don’t like me. Even if we let this happen and had the best sex ever, it won’t fix our problems. You might want me physically but what about after? What about at company banquets? What about award dinners? What about when you don’t want sex anymore like before? What happens when we go home and there’s no more Disney magic? What then?”
I left her alone for two years, and you didn’t have to hit a woman to abuse her. You didn’t have to strike them to leave scars.
“I’m all for keeping things private, I like keeping people out of my business, but how long would you want to keep it that way?” “I don’t know… like I just don’t want people to know.” “That way, if you get bored, you don’t look like a jerk?”
You made me a joke to your work people and that’s why you didn’t want me to come to these events.”
“You felt… stuck? Like you settled, and you didn’t want to tell me-.” “No, I didn’t know. I didn’t realize I was feeling that way.” “So, I’ve held you back?” “You saying that, is seriously making me ill, Jenzy. Please, don’t say that.”
“Yes- I mean, no. No, I love you, I wanted to stay.” “If that was the truth, you wouldn’t have shut me out.”
“You made a mistake,” I brushed the tear back. “You um… you settled because you thought you had to. That’s why… us… we… we don’t make sense anymore. It’s time to… you can start over.”
“I don’t resent you; I resent the way things turned out.” “You resent me for being the icon of why your wings were clipped. No travel, no career, no going forward in the manner you sought to avoid. You were on a fast track to regular nine to five work, a wife, children, a house payment… you’re stuck, and I was the live-in reminder.”
“That’s why there was no sex, you were afraid I would get pregnant. If I did, you would never be able to leave; you love kids too much to do that. So, instead, you’ve been making me feel like an unattractive rock in your shoe. You intended to leave.”
“You tell me to be real! Then when I’m real you can’t take it. You want things you can’t have with me and over time, you’ve only discovered how little you even like me. That’s why you told your boss that. You don’t want someone like me raising your kids.”
“If you could go back in time… and had to make this decision over… what would you do?” “I would go, okay!”

