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This is the final straw. Yet another lone earing I’ve never seen before. One more bobby pin on the floor, attached to a few strands of long blond hair that does not grace my head. At least once a week another piece of evidence falls into my lap. I almost wish I’d never fired the house keeper. I was much happier living the last three years in ignorance. Well, that’s not entirely true, I’ve been neither happy nor i...
“You’re doing it again.” My husband whispers, stretching his hand across the table to stroke mine. “What?” I looked up from my untouched coffee for the first time since we sat down. “Listening.” “You know I can’t help it.” a sigh escapes my lips. Since I was a child I’ve heard everything around me. Especially the things no one else wants me to hear. You’d think that that would be an advantage, ...
The papers arrived by courier early this morning. They are still on the kitchen table where I tossed them without even peeking into the un-labeled envelope. I don’t have to look. I know it’s a standard work up for an uncontested divorce. My husband had them drafted up last week. Well, I guess I should say estranged husband at this point. I haven’t even seen the man in seven years. “What’s this?” David asks befo...
We have plenty of time, I repeat to myself for the hundredth time and continue folding my towels into perfect rectangles. Bending to get the last one from the dryer I pause as another contraction waves through my abdomen. A quick check of my watch tells me it’s been 10 minutes since the last one. I load the next load of laundry into the dryer and carry the towels to the linen closet. It’s just af...
“Oh my gawd! I love your dress!” The tall slender brunette slurred as she came crashing out of the middle stall, “I have to have it. Who’s the designer?!” “Oh um” I stammered from the sink, honestly trying to find a good answer. Before I could fully respond her hands found the buttons down the back and made surprisingly quick work of them. “WHOA WHOA! Hold your horses sister!” I shout turning in a circle to esca...
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