black. It’d have to be dark. I’d also have to get Caitlyn to drive me in her car. Annette would be excited about the road trip. I would maybe even get Caitlyn to do the deed for me. I knew she’d be all for it. Finalizing the dumping between Zane and I would probably make her day.
Zane: Fine by me beauty queen
This was going to be over soon. The person that deserved sex with me wouldn’t call me beauty queen, anyway. This break-up thing was a good thing.
Small children soon surrounded the outside of the school, and buses were starting to leave the area. I saw my daughter come out from the crowd, and I smiled as she opened the back door and went to sit down in the backseat.
“Hey mommy, you got here early again?” she beamed.
I’d always get here early, because I’d be waiting in a line if I hadn’t. I hadn’t wanted her to have to wait for me. I’d usually get here thirty minutes before she got out. I hadn’t wanted her to scan vehicles for too long, and I wanted to be the one at the start of the line where she’d expect to see me.
“Every day, sweetie. I’ll be right in this very spot.”
She was happy to hear that.
I originally wanted her to be a four-year-old forever, and I wanted to stay at home with my baby every single day. But now she was eight , and she was in the third grade. She was learning new things without me, and she’d stop asking me questions eventually. I wanted her to need me.
All of it sucked. Every minute of each day, it felt like I was running out of time.
As I drove towards our apartment, Annette was singing the lyrics to a song she liked. It was a pop song that metaphorically made my ears bleed. She liked the song, though, and I pretended to like it, too.
“We can’t go to the park today mommy; I have a lot of homework. I found out my teacher was a sub, and my real teacher won’t teach me for a while longer.” She was frowning, and I wanted to confront the person responsible for this - with the use of my fists, to be specific.
“Aw, sweetie. Mommy can always help you with your homework, though, okay? I’ll help you through hard times. Always.”
She smiled at that comment, which made everything okay for now. I still wanted to punch whoever caused her to frown, though.
“Can we watch TV if we finish it all real fast?”
“Whatever you want before bedtime, baby. I can make it happen.”
I saw her grinning through the mirror as I went to park across from our apartment.
“Let’s hurry, mommy!”
She was wiggling in her seat as I clicked the car off.
We unbuckled our seatbelts in unison, and counted to three together.
“Go!” we shouted, before hopping out of the car. We ran towards our front door, and Annette was dragging her backpack behind her. My workbag I had in a twist over my shoulder. I saw Caitlyn’s eyes go wide from atop of the balcony as she quickly outted her cigarette. She hadn’t wanted to smoke in front of Annette, of course, but she also hadn’t wanted me to cuss at her because of it.
Annette was patting my butt for me to hurry up with unlocking the door, and I thought it was the cutest thing. She was short for her age.
I moved out of her way once the door was open, and she scurried up the stairs in front of me.
“Mommy is going to help me with my homework,” I heard Annette tell Caitlyn.
I was standing in the living room, now, and Caitlyn was spraying herself with that toxic perfume of hers. I silently allowed it, because that smelt better than smoke. I also hadn’t wanted Annette to know what smoke smelt like.
“Is that so?” Caitlyn smiled at Annette. She suddenly tipped her chin towards me. “I’ll be in my room, Willow. I’m going to video chat with Brian. Wouldn’t want to interrupt your mother-daughter bond with my relationship issues.”
I nodded, and then placed my workbag next to the couch where I always put it. “I’m going to give Annette half the answers to her homework, and then we’re going on a
Zane: Fine by me beauty queen
This was going to be over soon. The person that deserved sex with me wouldn’t call me beauty queen, anyway. This break-up thing was a good thing.
Small children soon surrounded the outside of the school, and buses were starting to leave the area. I saw my daughter come out from the crowd, and I smiled as she opened the back door and went to sit down in the backseat.
“Hey mommy, you got here early again?” she beamed.
I’d always get here early, because I’d be waiting in a line if I hadn’t. I hadn’t wanted her to have to wait for me. I’d usually get here thirty minutes before she got out. I hadn’t wanted her to scan vehicles for too long, and I wanted to be the one at the start of the line where she’d expect to see me.
“Every day, sweetie. I’ll be right in this very spot.”
She was happy to hear that.
I originally wanted her to be a four-year-old forever, and I wanted to stay at home with my baby every single day. But now she was eight , and she was in the third grade. She was learning new things without me, and she’d stop asking me questions eventually. I wanted her to need me.
All of it sucked. Every minute of each day, it felt like I was running out of time.
As I drove towards our apartment, Annette was singing the lyrics to a song she liked. It was a pop song that metaphorically made my ears bleed. She liked the song, though, and I pretended to like it, too.
“We can’t go to the park today mommy; I have a lot of homework. I found out my teacher was a sub, and my real teacher won’t teach me for a while longer.” She was frowning, and I wanted to confront the person responsible for this - with the use of my fists, to be specific.
“Aw, sweetie. Mommy can always help you with your homework, though, okay? I’ll help you through hard times. Always.”
She smiled at that comment, which made everything okay for now. I still wanted to punch whoever caused her to frown, though.
“Can we watch TV if we finish it all real fast?”
“Whatever you want before bedtime, baby. I can make it happen.”
I saw her grinning through the mirror as I went to park across from our apartment.
“Let’s hurry, mommy!”
She was wiggling in her seat as I clicked the car off.
We unbuckled our seatbelts in unison, and counted to three together.
“Go!” we shouted, before hopping out of the car. We ran towards our front door, and Annette was dragging her backpack behind her. My workbag I had in a twist over my shoulder. I saw Caitlyn’s eyes go wide from atop of the balcony as she quickly outted her cigarette. She hadn’t wanted to smoke in front of Annette, of course, but she also hadn’t wanted me to cuss at her because of it.
Annette was patting my butt for me to hurry up with unlocking the door, and I thought it was the cutest thing. She was short for her age.
I moved out of her way once the door was open, and she scurried up the stairs in front of me.
“Mommy is going to help me with my homework,” I heard Annette tell Caitlyn.
I was standing in the living room, now, and Caitlyn was spraying herself with that toxic perfume of hers. I silently allowed it, because that smelt better than smoke. I also hadn’t wanted Annette to know what smoke smelt like.
“Is that so?” Caitlyn smiled at Annette. She suddenly tipped her chin towards me. “I’ll be in my room, Willow. I’m going to video chat with Brian. Wouldn’t want to interrupt your mother-daughter bond with my relationship issues.”
I nodded, and then placed my workbag next to the couch where I always put it. “I’m going to give Annette half the answers to her homework, and then we’re going on a
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