So, things were bad for a good long time at 'home"
This is very hard to write.
For a lot of reasons. One,.. it's a lot to remember after a long while.
two, cause it sucks to remember... after a long while
I was sitting at home one night, with my husband. It felt weird because it had been a long time since we were together, alone, and watching tv. I poured two vodka sodas.
I don't remember what was on tv that night, but I do remember just being happy to have John there. Most nights it was just me and the baby monitor, so it was nice to have real human contact.
Knock knock...
Not out of the ordinardy when you live in the town we were in. Neighbors being neighbors and such.
NYC detectives picking up the ex.
Hubby had the decensy to wait till i came back down from a fussy R.
"It's ok, they're here about the loan shark case -- I have to give a statement, because they're going to be serving warrants tomorrow. They have to make sure all My statements are accurate."
Or something to that effect. It doesn't really matter.. it was all a lie. his story for why those guys were on my porch was not true. .....................................
Enter, Detective Cadigan..
Yikes. Hope you're better now. I read your story and Erin's and I think, I have no kids. Why is my life hard? I guess "hard" is just a consequence of things we want to make better, that just refuse to play along. Damn bricks, really.
ReplyDeleteHope you're OK.