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)
And the books, he reads everything he can get his hands on, still stuck in the eighteen hundreds, mind you and tries implementing that mess today. My doctor calls me to complain about him or warn me about what new craziness he’s up to, just to give you an idea.
I try telling him with all these kids, I’m damn near an expert, but he claims I only had three pregnancies and given birth twice, so no, I am in no way the expert that I think I am.
As you can see, the arguments we have are a breath of fresh air compared to what my old life was like before. Some days, I look around at my life and wonder how this fairytale came to be.
I’m human, I know my faults and that I’m not perfect, so how am I deserving of all this love and security? These are the questions I find myself asking whenever things are going too well.
I’m not the kind of woman whose husband buys her a vineyard as a push present. With our fourth child, who was born less than a year later because someone couldn’t wait for the all-clear to get freaky, it was diamonds. I’m a baker; where am I wearing diamonds?
When I posed this question to my sisters and sister-in-law, they all looked at me like I was some form of alien life. I didn’t know then that my husband just wanted me to have the things he thinks I deserve, whether I would get any use out of them or not.
When I brought it up, he said he realized that I’ve always had to be the practical, level-headed one in my past relationship. The one who took care of everyone else while neglecting myself. I can only surmise that he heard all this from my sister, who sees nothing wrong with bashing a dead man, namely my ex.
I don’t know how someone can remain salty about a person who has been dead all these years, but just the mere mention of Dan, which doesn’t happen too often, and she can go on forever. I think she’s still a bit traumatized from the whole situation while I have moved on and don’t ever look back.
I don’t hate Dan. I don’t think I ever did, to be honest, but maybe that’s because I was too close to the situation, or maybe it’s just that I knew him as someone else before all that mess with Diedre happened.
Speaking of which, for a while there, she’d been all over the news for trying to break out of prison and was now in solitary confinement, last I heard. I’m not sure why she was trying to get out, but Thunder swears she was coming after us and talked to someone or the other, and now her life behind bars is even more restricted. I didn’t even know that was possible, and he didn’t say anything to me about it. I heard it from Cody, who is my head of security.
I live a life so far removed from my previous reality that some days, it feels like a dream. But none of the material things can compare to the love I feel from my husband and kids.
My days are filled with laughter, sex, and just mind-blowing goodness to the point that the darkness of the past no longer has any effect on me. I haven’t seen anyone from my past in years and haven’t kept up with their lives.
However, I did hear from Dan’s sisters after his funeral, which I did not attend. We’d been close once when Dan and I were younger, but their family had some kind of falling out, which I never knew the reason for, and the girls all basically went their separate ways.
I didn’t go to the funeral, but I guess they heard I’d had the triplets and reached out with congratulations. They first went through my parents, who asked if it was okay to give them my new number, which I okayed, and that’s when I learned what was going on with Cecile.
Her husband had divorced her and had married his longtime mistress as soon as the divorce was final, something his children supported, which I found odd until they explained that she had been his high school sweetheart and the woman he was meant to marry before their mother told a lie that tore his life apart.
My only conclusion after hearing the things they had to say and comparing it to my own dealings with Cecile over the years is that she hates women. I knew she loved Dan or had some kind of twisted obsession with him, as her daughters claim, but I didn’t know the extent of her horrendous actions.
Nevertheless, though we keep in touch here and there, they are not part of my life. I choose to leave it all behind and look forward to the bright future I see with my husband and the family we’ve built.