Choices by S. R. Cambridge

Author:S. R. Cambridge [Cambridge, S. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00BJXRKF0
Published: 2013-02-21T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen: Recognition

Paul was not happy with my terms of the divorce. I’m playing hardball now- supervised visitation until he admits he has a problem and gets help. I told my lawyer about his drinking. The children stay with me and I keep the house. I told Paul that he could see the children whenever he wanted – I just had to be present too or a court appointed supervisor. His response of course was to tell me, “Yeah, thanks Laurel, just cut my balls off now why don’t you!” My response, “Either that or go to AA and get sober.” He punched himself out of the chair and slammed the office door after he stormed through it.

The children, well, they are hurting, especially the little ones. It’s so hard for them to understand, but they are coping and time will heal all wounds, or so I like to believe.

Vanessa, well, she’s another story. I can’t quite talk to her yet, she doesn’t even want to be in the same room with me. I just give her the space she needs and pray that one day, she’ll understand and forgive me.

As for me, well, things are a little harder. These past three months have been the hardest of my entire life, trying to keep up appearances, explaining our appearances, trying to live a normal, productive life. Basically, lying through my tangled web made of silk and steel. Brandon moved on to New York. I received a news clipping in the mail. It was a picture of Brandon with a young petite, pretty blonde girl. They were obviously just married. Well, if that wasn’t a sucker punch out of nowhere then I don’t know what was! I didn’t think it was possible that my heart could smash into any more obscure little pieces. I only got as far as her first name, Beth. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

I’m still struggling to figure where to put all my feelings concerning my friends, especially Joni, Marc, Kristy and Mitch. My neighbor, Sharon, again moved away, without saying goodbye. I’ve really kept a low profile and I think my friends are okay with that considering the circumstances. I’ve withdrawn. They think it’s because I’m trying to heal through the divorce. Little do they know really. It’s hardest for Kristy though. She doesn’t give up too easily and we have such a history. She planned this surprise trip for me and the gal-pals.

“Hey, doll, guess what?” She gushed.

“Hey, honey, how are you and what am I guessing about?” I asked tiredly.

“We are going to New York for the day to see a show, shop, have lunch and dinner. My treat okay, don’t say no.”

“Kristy, do you really want to do that in your condition and does it have to be New York?” I almost felt like crying.

“Oh, please, condition, what am I dying? Laurel, really what are the chances? C’mon, I’m so worried about you, please, let’s have some fun, before we shrivel up and die.

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