Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
None of this is turning out the way I imagined, and it’s all that Amanda’s fault. I’ll never understand how anyone could be that selfish. She claims to have loved my boy, and yet she left him without a backward glance.
Not only that, but he’s also broke and won’t go to work, and if this keeps up, he’ll lose everything he’d worked for. I didn’t know until after the divorce that she was the one who kept their lives running as smoothly as they did.
Now people are whispering about how he’d fallen apart without her and how she was the best thing to happen to him and our family. Everyone pretty much put two and two together and figured out that Deidre and the baby were the reason for the divorce, something I was trying to avoid.
My plan was to eventually get Deidre to give up her rights, and that way, we could claim that she was a surrogate because Amanda couldn’t have children. But now that’s all out the window, and my son is being made to feel the pain and humiliation of having cheated on his wife with someone that everyone seems to think isn’t worth the ground Amanda spits on.
It's driving me crazy that because of that stuck-up bitch my family is suffering. My husband, once he found out the truth about the divorce and my part in it, had the nerve to side with Amanda and call me names. How he could side with her against his own son still baffles me.
Then again, I always knew he liked her; that’s why I never did. He thought she was oh so smart and was always singing her praises while looking down on our own kids. He used to claim that she’d be good for Dan, but look at what had happened.
She’d up and left him when he needed her most. I didn’t expect much better from my husband anyway; of course, he’d like her; she was young and pretty and always with that stupid smile on her face. I’ll never understand what the men in my family saw in that bitch, anyway. Even my daughters, when they used to come around, seemed to like her more than me.
I pulled up across from her family’s house and sat and watched for any sign of movement. I spend my days and nights running between here and her job. There’s nothing on her social media, and the rest of her family has my family blocked and has taken their pages private as well, so there’s no way to get any useful information.
I just want to see her once, talk some sense into her, and make her come back home where she belongs. Now that I’ve seen certain things, I don’t think I want that Deidre person raising my precious grandson. I do have to admit that of the two of them, Amanda would be the better choice. I bet her mother was the one who had talked her into leaving my boy. Amanda always used to listen to my advice; that was the only reason I could stomach her because she knew how to mind her elders and stay in her place.
I used to comfort myself each time she pissed me off with the fact that she was going to have to take care of me when I got old. My daughters had already said they weren’t going to do it; I can’t even get them to give me a glass of water ever since they started that therapy shit and decided I was the devil.
But I knew my son wouldn’t desert me, that he would always take care of me and his father when the time came. Now, he was the one who needed help, and I felt so helpless.
THUNDER
I felt the first rays of the early sunlight across my face and squinted myself awake. My woman likes to sleep with the curtains opened to get a view of the mountains first thing as soon as she wakes up. For someone who’d given me so much shit, she’d fit in here perfectly.
She and Joy are like two peas in a pod to the point she even got my lazy ass sister to work at her bakery on the weekends. That little girl loves those damn cupcakes and cookies. But I now realize she’d been hungry for female companionship, and I hadn’t even noticed.
Amanda stepped into the role without question, and now more often than not, I have to pry my woman away from my sister, who seems to think I brought her home to be her play date or some shit.
I had Amanda’s parents and her siblings over to the house a couple of weeks ago after talking to them on the phone. They were good people, but I figured I could put their minds more at ease if they saw how she was living.