Thanks to my amazing beta dolphin62598.

And MoDunk for prereading and for putting up with me in general.

BPOV February 2010-

One course, one professor changed my outlook. I wouldn't say that I'm happy now but maybe having one thing just for myself is a start. Six months ago, Edward asked me if I was happy, I didn't want to be

dishonest. I didn't say that I wasn't happy or that our life was boring or that I wanted excitement. I didn't say anything at all, I did snuggle in closer to him and went to sleep. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, no

matter, what I loved him. He never asked again but supported me when I wanted to start taking courses at Peninsula Community College.

"But what was the story really about?" my professor asked the class, bringing my attention back to the present.

This wasn't your average class of students who were quiet and reluctant to voice their opinions but then again Professor Whitlock or Alice as she wanted to be called wasn't your average professor. She was hands

down the best teacher I had ever had; she made everything more interesting. She had a way about her; she moved so gracefully across the front of the room despite being so tall and lanky. She wasn't the stand in

front of a podium and lecture to death type; we discussed our writing, Tuesday with Morrie and pulled out our ideas without pulling. She said that the first draft of my final paper was perfection; I just might have

been her favorite student.

Her class, my first college course, put the light back into my eyes, so to speak. I started reading again, something I stopped when Anthony was born. And the words started pouring out of me again, it was hard to

find the time to do it but it was important to me, so I made it happen. I finally had something that was just for me, not only was my love for reading and writing renewed, I also could to be around other people my

age and have adult conversations. It filled a void that I didn't really know was there.

Life at home was the same but different.

Anthony was a precocious eighteen month old who got into everything but would randomly sit on my lap and snuggle into me. Edward was well, well he was kind of an asshole. He said the apartment would help with

some of the issues we were having when we lived at his parent's house but nothing really changed. I still had to pester him about everything or nothing would get done. I was a wife to someone who I used loved

more than anything, but when he walked in at the end of the day I had to control the eye rolls. He was like my second kid; I had to do everything for him, his laundry, cook his food and make sure he got up in time

for work.

And for the last two years I had listened to him go on about carburetors and fuel lines and he couldn't even pretend to listen to me talk about class or the story I had started to write. He supported my taking classes

but would bitch about me studying or having a night class. I found it hard to relate to him anymore, it was a strange feeling, for years he was my everything and now he was just my husband, the person I lived with.

Can you relate to Bella? I certainly can and it feels just miserable.

I can update tonight or tomorrow, what do people think?