A/n: this chapter has a little cursing in it so forgive me. =) hope you enjoy.

That bit of trouble turns out to be a whole lot of trouble, Brooke my little Brooklyn was caught smoking pot behind the cafeteria of her school. Which resulted in her immediate expulsion. Which is fantastic because I get fired and she get expelled today is shaping out to be a great day. On the ride home I'm so angry I can't speak for fear that if I do I will end up killing her. She says nothing as well looking out the window in fear, probably of what her father will say. It's not him that she needs to be afraid of though because I'm seriously considering hitting her, and I have never once in all off Brooklyn's life ever laid a hand on her.

We get in the house and immediately she goes up to her room Arizona fallows her and open the door without knocking and take a deep breath. Willing herself to calm down.

"Your Grounded." she says calmly she looks up and glares at me.

"For how long?"

"Forever! Damn it to hell Brooklyn Elizabeth what was going through your mind? Smoking pot!? Are you a complete moron?"

"You smoke when you were my age." She throws it at me accusingly.

"I sure as hell did not. You just got expelled, from the only good school around here! Your fifteen freaking years old!"

"Leave me the hell alone ma,"

Now I'm shaking because I'm so angry and so I have to leave the room because I don't want to lay a hand on her but at the same time I do. How could she have been so stupid this was going to be on her record and had the school called the cops on her she could have been in even deeper shit.

I'm contemplating how bad I've screwed up in raising my daughter when tires squel signaling someone just pealed out of my drive way my heart sinks I know she didn't just sneak out she couldn't have. So I run back up stairs and sure enough she's gone. I curse under my breath and head to the kitchen to pour me a tall glass of whatever wine we have.

It's almost seven before Richard gets home and by then I'm on the couch my feet propped up on the coffee table hot rag covering my eyes and a empty bottle of wine thrown carelessly to the ground. Only when I feel his warm familiar body next to mine do I pull the rag away and look at him he takes my hands in his larger ones and sighs.

"Ari, I'm leaving."

"You just got here." I yawn. And then it hits me he's not going anywhere he's leaving me.

"No, I'm Leaving you, I want a divorce. I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I never ment to fall in love with her."

"Maria?" I question my voice is deadpan.

"Yes, I never ment to hurt you Ari."

"Get out."

"What?" He asks confused but I don't know why because I was perfectly clear.

"Get out," I say again and when he makes no movement I stand up yanking my hand away and swaying a little from the alcohol. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!! Get the fuck out!" I yell throwing the wine bottle at him and then anything else I can get my hands on, he heads up the stair instead of out the door, twenty minuets later I'm in the same position only this time I have a bottle of his finest brandy over fifty years old given to him when he made partner by his father he was saving it for something special, ha well to bad because tonight this bottle is all mine and man does it taste good.

He looks at me and then down at the bottle a from appears and he opens his mouth to say something but shakes his head mumbles another I'm sorry and leaves.

If I hear another I'm sorry when I know there really not sorry I think I will scream.

I drank the entire bottle that night.

I wake up the next morning to find that to my immense relief that Brooke came home last night and is in one piece. I feel like crying because twenty-four hours ago I had a life to kill for and now I'm having to pick up the broken pieces and put it back together as best as I can. I feel like crying my eyes out.

Instead I take a shower because I reek of alcohol and feel the need to wash my body clean of the day from hell yesterday. It surprises me that Richard would be the one to end things, I always thought that if anyone would ask for a divorce it would be me because he loved me from the beginning much more then I had ever loved him, the affair however didn't surprise me as horrible as it sound I knew he was cheating one me and that he had been for the past three years, I didn't say anything because truthfully it would be hypocritical since I've cheated on him more then once.

Richard and I had no business getting married. I met him shortly after I graduated high school when I was seventeen and still with the women I was very much in love with, but me being the rebel that I always was as a teenager couldn't stand the fact that my mom loved her and so when I brought Richard home and mom made a face of disproving at his bland personality I dumped her the next day and Richard and I had been together ever since.

Looking back now I realize now horrible our relationship has gotten, and it hits me Richard and I haven't had sex in three months. And not just that we hardly talk hardly see each other anymore between his and my work we just never had the time.

I get out of the bed, the be Richard and I had shared for sixteen years and I know instantly that New Jersey no longer is home for me, and as for Brooke well she shouldn't have gotten expelled. Plus what other choice do I have? Let her go live with her father and that tramp Maria? No not happening.

"Brooklyn Elizabeth wake up." I say shaking her foot. She opens one eye grunts and closes her eyes again.

"Wake up now Brooke!" I say sternly.

"Go away ma," She mutters.

"no I need to talk to you it's important."

She groans and sits up a little I take it as a invitation to sit on the end of her bed. "I lost my job." I mutter.

She looks at me surprised. "Why?"

"Budget cuts."

"Oh." She says softly.

"And your father left us." I know when I say us I should be saying me because I know that if Richard is anything it's a good father.

"What?" She asked now she's fully awake the red silk sheets pooling at her exposed waist. "Why? What did you do?"

I'm surprised but the malice in her voice but I don't know why it's become apparent for a long time now that my daughter hates me.

"I did nothing he's moving in with his new girlfriend."

"I hate you." She spits at me. "It's all your fault if you weren't always at work! Get out of my room I hate you!"

I can feel the tears building in my eyes I should have known she would react like this. Moms the bad guy and daddy is always the hero no matter what.

Or at least that's the way it works in Brooke's world.

Later I tell her that were moving to Seattle and that we are going to live with her aunt Meredith who she hasn't seen in almost two years and her aunts new husband also the baby that was born about two weeks ago. It was perfect timing because Meredith was going to need help. She of course flips out but I can tell there is an bit of excitement in her. She had always loved Meredith.

Then her father calls. She took the phone out of my hand. "FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!" She yells before throwing the phone across the room.

Maybe daddy's not the hero so much anymore.