Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Hollis is worth it and today is going to be a day I remember for my lifetime. I’m sorry she’s going to miss it. That is on her, though, and it’s a decision she has to live with. I can’t continue to push and worry over what her journey as a mother is. All I can do is give my son all of me. I can’t make up for her short comings, but I can still give him experiences.
If only his mother could see how short time is. Sometimes I wonder if she sees it, but she’s so consumed in herself she doesn’t know how to change anything. I don’t know where she got lost. I feel like we were on this road together. A ride, so to speak, and the pavement changed. I rode through the bumps and somewhere along the way, I left her behind. She got stuck and couldn’t get out of the muck of life. There have been times wasted trying to pull her to me. I give up and I can’t even say we are on the same path anymore.
Maybe that’s why we seem to be on this hamster wheel of misery tearing each other apart.
I woke up this morning to find a text from Maritza informing me that Anna dropped Hollis off at her condo. The text came in at five in the morning. It’s one thing that Anna needs time for herself during the day, but to wake my son up to take him off when I’m in the damn truck parked in the side yard is uncalled for. All she had to do was wake me up if she didn’t want to deal with him getting up. I would have come inside and be there for him to wake up on his own. Instead, she wakes him, taking him off half asleep so she can go do God knows what with God knows who. I guess I’m going to have to put the baby monitor back up in his room and the receiver in my truck. There was no reason for her to take him to Maritza today. I told her I was off and had these plans.
I’ve literally been waiting for her to come home since I got the text. I left long enough to take Hollis breakfast and coffee for Maritza. I promised him donuts. I dropped them with her before he woke up, so he still gets everything we planned today. I came back here, and I have been waiting on her return. Once her car pulled in, I got out of the truck and came inside not two minutes after her. I could have waited inside the house for her, but honestly being in this house no longer feels like home. Instead it’s become a prison of sorts. I’m already angry. I know myself well enough to know if I sat in here, my anger would only climb.
“Dillon, we need to come this agreement. I don’t want to be married any more than you do, but we have to think of Hollis.” Anna says the same shit she’s been saying for four fucking days. Ever since her legal representative showed up at my work, this is all she wants to talk about. Not that she had the nerve to mention it before Mr. Owens so kindly informed me of her intentions. The whole thing is fucking absurd. Her first pitch was a post-nuptial agreement. It’s like a prenuptial agreement but one entered into after a couple is indeed married. Well, that is the stupidest shit I have ever heard of since we don’t have assets that need to be protected. If she wants the house, I’m not going to fight her. I’ll always take care of my son. We don’t have millions; we don’t even have a hundred thousand in the bank to try to protect. Money means shit to me if I can have my son out of this turmoil. When Mr. Owens realized the post- nuptial agreement was getting nowhere with me, he changed tactics. A fucking contract to continue our marriage … a marriage that is dead.
“I am not going to have a contract marriage. Anna, we didn’t get married under some agreement for benefits and a paycheck. We got married because we loved each other and wanted to build a family. Regardless of that fact that shit doesn’t work, I’m not going back on how we began. I don’t understand. How can you propose this?” Which is exactly what I told her attorney. We didn’t get married as part of some mutually beneficial arrangement. We committed to one another out of love. The love is gone and so is the marriage.
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “We were young and dumb. We didn’t know what love was, not really. I’ve heard of lots of people deciding to have contracts for their relationships. Consider it like guidelines. Our marriage won’t end, but we don’t have to concern ourselves with what the other person may or may not be doing outside of these walls.”