Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Oh, you’re still here. Aren’t you going to be late for work?” His Mom was already downstairs with the baby while the other two had gone off to Pre-K. I’m not sure what excuse he gave her for me not being here, but I was sure he didn’t mention that I was gone.
From the things she’d said, she seemed to be under the impression that I’d gone to a yoga class, and I didn’t correct her assumption. I guess she thought the weekend bag I had in my hand held my gym clothes or something.
“Where were you?” If he clenched his teeth any harder, they’d break. He was trying not to yell so his mom wouldn’t be alerted to the fact that he was pissed. I didn’t say because we were arguing because I had no dog in this fight. If he wanted to go apeshit over an imaginary man, who am I to stop him?
“What does that have to do with you?” I walked around the room collecting his shit that he had spread out all over my master suite. I packed it all into the suitcases he’d taken on the trip and dragged them to the bedroom door. “Don’t forget these.”
“What the hell is your problem? Why can’t they stay here?”
“Because Tim wouldn’t like it.” And because I know the law on squatter’s rights in this state. If your ass spends two consecutive weeks here, you can claim residency, and that is not about to happen. I didn’t tell him that, of course; why would I when the Tim thing worked so much better?
“I don’t want him coming here.”
“And I didn’t want you fucking what’s her name, but that didn’t stop you now, did it? What’s your point?” I don’t know how I kept a straight face in the face of his anger, but it was all I could do not to laugh at his dumb ass.
He stomped his way down the stairs and I followed behind him with his luggage. “Don’t forget these.” He couldn’t say shit because his mom was there, but I could see it in his eyes. If he could wring my neck, he would, though he’s never been stupid enough to put his hands on me before, and I doubt very strongly he ever would.
“What’s going on with you two now?”
“Nothing, he’s just being salty because….” Before I could finish, he interrupted me, not wanting his mom to hear about Tim, I guess.
“She’s being a pain in the ass about me moving back in. You talk to her.” He took his shit and left because he knew I would burn it.
“Good for you. Give him hell; that way, he wouldn’t make the same stupid mistake again.” I looked at my mother-in-law in awe. I’ve heard stories about awful mothers-in-law and had expected, because of her love for her son, that she would’ve chosen his side in all this. Not the affair, of course, but I’d expected her to, at some point during the last year, try talking me into taking him back.
But contrary to all that, she’s been one of my staunchest supporters, and now here she was, giving me the go-ahead to make him suffer. I was too choked up to speak, so I just reached out and took the hand she held out to me.
For the first time since I started my campaign against Justin and Daisy Dukes, I felt like crying. Someone gets me.
THE BITCH
It’s been three days since I had the run-in with the police, and I’m still a bit shaken. I haven’t left my parents’ house in all this time, which is a whole other kind of hell in itself, but the longer I stay hidden away in my room, the more time I’ve had to think, and nothing makes any sense.
No matter how I turn things over in my mind I can’t come up with a good reason for why things have turned out this way. I’ve done everything right from beginning to end, and all was well except for some reason, just when I was at my happiest, everything went to shit.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was done deliberately, that someone had set out to harm me, but there was no way that could be true. For one, I had no close friends I could share things with, so I did most of my bragging in one of the online forums I’d joined, where I learned some of the tricks I’d used to snag Justin.
So there was no one in the know who could’ve sabotaged me since all of those people used aliases, including myself, and no one ever shared their true identities. No one knew who I was or who Justin was, so I had to be wrong.
But the more that I think about it, the more convinced I was that there had to be something else at play here. Something more than a mistake I might have made. This whole situation looks so different from everything I’d expected.