I can give you some rent next week.”
“What? No way. Mom’s letting me live there for free. She decided not to sell it, and she’s gonna let me keep it till I get through school. I mean, it’s right next to Belmont, so it works out well. But what are you gonna do with your house? Give it to Tom?”
“I can’t afford it.”
“That’s what child support is for.”
“We still have a lot to discuss,” I said, then turned to face the rest of my friends. “Thanks for the fun and laughs. It’s been fun, but I know I’ve got no right to go out with that mailman, no matter how hot he is. I’ve gotta do the right thing, so I’ll call him and cancel tomorrow.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re not ready, Morg. Maybe it’s better to wait a while,” Sophie said. “But still, it was fun to fantasize.”
“Don’t take it as slow as Juliet is taking the Kyle situation,” Erin laughed.
“Hey!” Juliet said, slapping her on the arm. “Getting your best friend to fall in love with you takes a lot of patience and hard work. But I promise I’ll snag him before I turn eighty. I don’t think he’ll find me very sexy in Depends.”
Chapter 9
I went back to the house and picked up the things I’d already packed, then hurried to pick the kids up from school. The girls were thrilled to stay at their aunt’s house for a while, and they thought of it like a mini-vacation. They didn’t know the truth, and I didn’t have the heart to explain everything to them.
A short while later, Juliet came over to watch them for me while I went back over to hash things out with Tom.
“You stayed with me because it was easy. You got comfortable, and you hate change, but we both know whatever we had died a long time ago,” I said. “Why would you even want me to stick around? So I can be a nanny, a cook, a housewife, a friend? Do you just want a roommate to pal around with? Am I just here to cover half the bills, since we both know that mortgage would sink you on your own? Tell me, Tom, why I’m really here. I’ve got plenty of reasons to leave, but I can’t think of one reason to stay.”
“Morgan, you know much I care about you. Please think about what you’re doing, and reconsider. You need to stay. We need to work this out.”
“I have one life to live, Tom, and I don’t want to spend it in misery. I thought after I left the first time, you might really think about what it was like not to have me in your life. I thought things would change, that you’d treat me different, but nothing has changed. We’re right back at square one, the same old rut we started out in. I can’t live like this. I want to feel special in somebody’s life.”
“So what do you want me to do?” he questioned.
“I can’t believe you even have to ask. I’m tired of living on autopilot. I’m so lonely and miserable.”
He placed his hands on his hips. “What do you want from me, Morgan?”
I gazed deeply into his eyes. “I just want you to love me with the intensity of a thousand suns. I just want to feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”
He rolled his eyes. “Romance flicks again, huh? Or maybe you’ve picked up some of those cheesy paperbacks from the checkout lane. Look, Morgan, those Fabio-like, perfect guys on the cover of those stupid books don’t exist. It’s just fantasy, a bunch of bullshit. You’re expecting me to be some Prince Charming, some kinda hero, when there’s really no such thing.”
“I don’t need a hero, Tom. I just need a husband, someone who is a companion and really shares my life—somebody who smiles at me, laughs at my jokes, and holds my hand when we walk down the street.”
He pondered my words and shifted his stance. “So let’s go to counseling again.”
“That won’t be enough. We’re so far gone it’s not even funny. How can you even expect me to stay married to you? You’re emotionally unavailable. I’ve been unhappy for years, and it’s sad that it’s come to this,
“What? No way. Mom’s letting me live there for free. She decided not to sell it, and she’s gonna let me keep it till I get through school. I mean, it’s right next to Belmont, so it works out well. But what are you gonna do with your house? Give it to Tom?”
“I can’t afford it.”
“That’s what child support is for.”
“We still have a lot to discuss,” I said, then turned to face the rest of my friends. “Thanks for the fun and laughs. It’s been fun, but I know I’ve got no right to go out with that mailman, no matter how hot he is. I’ve gotta do the right thing, so I’ll call him and cancel tomorrow.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re not ready, Morg. Maybe it’s better to wait a while,” Sophie said. “But still, it was fun to fantasize.”
“Don’t take it as slow as Juliet is taking the Kyle situation,” Erin laughed.
“Hey!” Juliet said, slapping her on the arm. “Getting your best friend to fall in love with you takes a lot of patience and hard work. But I promise I’ll snag him before I turn eighty. I don’t think he’ll find me very sexy in Depends.”
Chapter 9
I went back to the house and picked up the things I’d already packed, then hurried to pick the kids up from school. The girls were thrilled to stay at their aunt’s house for a while, and they thought of it like a mini-vacation. They didn’t know the truth, and I didn’t have the heart to explain everything to them.
A short while later, Juliet came over to watch them for me while I went back over to hash things out with Tom.
“You stayed with me because it was easy. You got comfortable, and you hate change, but we both know whatever we had died a long time ago,” I said. “Why would you even want me to stick around? So I can be a nanny, a cook, a housewife, a friend? Do you just want a roommate to pal around with? Am I just here to cover half the bills, since we both know that mortgage would sink you on your own? Tell me, Tom, why I’m really here. I’ve got plenty of reasons to leave, but I can’t think of one reason to stay.”
“Morgan, you know much I care about you. Please think about what you’re doing, and reconsider. You need to stay. We need to work this out.”
“I have one life to live, Tom, and I don’t want to spend it in misery. I thought after I left the first time, you might really think about what it was like not to have me in your life. I thought things would change, that you’d treat me different, but nothing has changed. We’re right back at square one, the same old rut we started out in. I can’t live like this. I want to feel special in somebody’s life.”
“So what do you want me to do?” he questioned.
“I can’t believe you even have to ask. I’m tired of living on autopilot. I’m so lonely and miserable.”
He placed his hands on his hips. “What do you want from me, Morgan?”
I gazed deeply into his eyes. “I just want you to love me with the intensity of a thousand suns. I just want to feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”
He rolled his eyes. “Romance flicks again, huh? Or maybe you’ve picked up some of those cheesy paperbacks from the checkout lane. Look, Morgan, those Fabio-like, perfect guys on the cover of those stupid books don’t exist. It’s just fantasy, a bunch of bullshit. You’re expecting me to be some Prince Charming, some kinda hero, when there’s really no such thing.”
“I don’t need a hero, Tom. I just need a husband, someone who is a companion and really shares my life—somebody who smiles at me, laughs at my jokes, and holds my hand when we walk down the street.”
He pondered my words and shifted his stance. “So let’s go to counseling again.”
“That won’t be enough. We’re so far gone it’s not even funny. How can you even expect me to stay married to you? You’re emotionally unavailable. I’ve been unhappy for years, and it’s sad that it’s come to this,
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