Hey guys! I know! It's been a while, and I swore I was done with writing, but this story just kept bugging me and I needed to get it written down.

It's nothing too deep, dark, or anything like that. Just a story of finding a way back to each other. We've all seen relationships crumble, people start pulling away from each other, etc. It's hard work to get back on track when you don't even realize you've gone off the rails.

So let's take the journey with them to try and get back to their life.

'You Don't Even Know Who I Am'

She left the car in the driveway

She left the key in the door

She left the kids at her mama's

And the laundry piled up on the floor

She left her ring on the pillow

Right where it wouldn't be missed

She left a note in the kitchen

Next to the grocery list

It said, You don't even know who I am

You left me a long time ago

You don't even know who I am

So what do you care if I go

He left the ring on the pillow

He left the clothes on the floor

And he called her to say he was sorry

But he couldn't remember what for

So he said I've been doing some thinking

I've been thinking that maybe you're right

I go to work every morning

And I come home to you every night

And you don't even know who I am

You left me a long time ago

You don't even know who I am

So what do I care if you go

You don't even know who I am

So what do I care if you go

Song- You don't even know who I am

By: Patty Loveless

Chapter 1

BPOV

I hear the slam of the back screen door and the thumping of work boots in the mudroom. Looking at the clock on the wall and seeing it was a little after eight o'clock.

Edward's home and it seems like it might be another night of the same ol same ol thing.

Being ignored.

Silence from him.

No real conversation.

No kiss hello.

No playing outside with the kids.

We don't talk anymore. We used to talk all the time. That's what made me fall in love with him, was our long, all night conversations about anything and nothing at all.

He doesn't tell me about his day anymore. He doesn't ask about mine. He works so many long hours anymore since he took over his dad's company, Cullen Construction. Carlisle had opted to retire due to some health issues. So Edward has been busting his ass to keep things going.

I get it. It's a huge undertaking to have on your shoulders.

But what about our family?

It's been like this for a little over a year now. It's stressed me out in every way possible, even going as far to thinking he was cheating on me.

I knew he wouldn't. But it still always crept into the back of my mind. Plus, in this town… Everyone knew everyone else's business. So, if he was sneaking around behind my back, I'd have known about it pretty quick.

My best friend, Alice, would always tell me I was being ridiculous, that she and Jasper, her husband and Edward's best friend, knew Edward was nothing if not faithful.

Again, the logical part of me knew this.

The illogical, and sometimes self-conscious, side decided that it was my worst fear come to life. That I was replaceable and he'd want nothing to do with his kids.

But Jasper, and even Emmett, Edward's little brother that also worked with them, would assure me that nothing was going on. That Edward always just had so much on his mind.

And I'd tried to help with that. I've tried having a relaxing evening set up for him, getting a warm soothing bath ready for him, massages. I've tried getting Esme and Carlisle to watch the kids and having a sexy night when he gets home. I've tried to get him to talk about it and see if he needed any help. He always said he was fine and he was taking care of things.

Rose, Emmett's wife and the principal at our kids' school, told me that if things didn't start getting better, then maybe he needed a wakeup call.

"Hey babe." Edward said as he walked through the kitchen and straight to the bedroom to take a shower after his long day at work.

"Hey…" I said to the empty space that was left in his wake.

I closed my eyes and leaned on the counter in the kitchen, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to fall.

Is it really that much to want at least a little love and affection from my husband when he comes home?

I mean, I don't ask for much. I take care of the house, the kids, and I work. I'd like to be able to relax with my family when I get home instead of worrying when he'll be home, if he comes home, if he'll acknowledge me, if he'll even go talk to our kids.

Kate and Jacob are our little ones. Kate is eight, has my hair, and face structure, and Edward's eyes. Jacob is 10 and has my hair color, Edward's unruliness in the hair department, my eye color and Edward's face structure. They're our little nuggets. That's what we would always call them when we found out I was pregnant.

I blame Alice. She indulged my obsession with chickfila nuggets when I was pregnant. All her fault…

I gathered myself and walked down the hall to check on the kids and their homework.

I looked into Jake's room and saw he was putting his notebooks and all away.

"All done, buddy?" I asked as I walked in and sat on his bed.

He turned and flashed me his sweet smile.

"Hey mama. Yeah, I'm done. It wasn't that hard this time. I started understanding the math problems better."

I reached over and kissed his head. "Good. I told you they weren't that hard. You just had to get used to doing them a certain way. It may not make any sense when you start out, but once you do it enough times, it gets easier. Do you want to go ahead and get your bath?"

He nodded and jumped up running to his dresser and getting his pj's and then running to the bathroom.

I shook my head and walked after him. I don't think I've ever seen a kid that loves bath time as much as Jacob does. He always has. It may have to do with the oversized tub that's in their bathroom…

I got Jake situated and went to check on Kate and keeping an ear out for Jake.

Walking just down the hall to Kate's door, I looked in and saw a freshly showered Edward helping her with her science homework. Edward was always sort of a science nerd.

At least he's spending time with them tonight.

I stood there for a few minutes and listened to them while I let Jake finish up in the bathroom.

Once I finally got Jake out and dried off, he ran down the hall to take another shot at his new game he got for his birthday a few days ago. He was so intense with trying to figure it out.

Kate had already had her bath before she started on her homework, so as soon as she was done, it was gonna be close to bedtime.

I went back to finishing cleaning the kitchen and getting the last of the laundry done.

"Mommy, can we have a sleepover at Nammie and Pop's house soon?" Kate asked as she ran into the laundry room to find me.

I thought about it for a second and figured it'd be worth giving another shot at getting Edward's attention back at home and maybe seeing, once and for all, if we need to get some other form of help.

"Sure, honey. Let me call Nammie and see what works for them, ok?" I told her and she was already bouncing out of the room screaming "OK!" behind her.

I just shook my head. I would swear she was Alice's child, if I didn't birth her. She bounced off the walls sometimes, for no reason. She's like a damn rabbit and you just can't get her to sit still sometimes.

I walked out into the living room, seeing them both on the couch; Jake on the controller of his game, and Kate cheering him on.

"Five more minutes, you two. It's already getting a little late." I told them, walking down the hall to their bathroom to put away towels and such.

I heard the groans from them and the 'yes ma'am' following it.

Walking down the hall towards our bedroom, I noticed Edward's office door, slightly ajar, and could hear him talking on the phone.

Which meant he was probably gonna be in there the majority of the night… again.

I walked back into the living room and rounded up the munchkins for bedtime. "Alright my little ankle-biters, let's go, let's go, let's go!"

They both jumped up and ran down the hall, yelling 'goodnight' as they ran past Edward's office door.

I tucked them each in and went back down the hall, stopping at Edward's office door and poking my head in real quick.

Seeing he was off the phone, "Hey, do you need anything? I left you some dinner in the kitchen if you're hungry."

He glanced up and then right back down to whatever he was working on, shaking his head.

"Nah, I'm not hungry right now, but I might eat something a little later. I've gotta get this remodel redone before tomorrow because someone at the office decided to screw up over half the measurements."

I dropped my head, a little disappointed that I was right that it was gonna be another lonely night.

"Ok. Well, I'm gonna finish picking up and then head to bed." I told him, and he just sort of waved me off with an 'uh huh'.

I pulled back, closed the door and leaned my head against it.

Why do I feel like I'm always getting shut out of his life anymore?

I locked up the house, got the kid's things ready for school in the morning and called my mom to see when the kids could stay with them.

"Hey baby girl! How are you doing, sweetpea?" My mom's happy voice came through the phone and I wanted to start crying. My mom and dad had an amazing relationship and had been married for thirty-five years.

"Hey, mama." I started, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice. "I'm doing ok. How are you and daddy?"

"We're good, baby. Your dad is still on his fishing trip. And I'm just finishing up some new pieces for some clients." Mom was an artist, a pretty good one at that, and she always had someone requesting pieces for their home, business, even people from the bigger surrounding cities. She found her calling in her retirement.

"Well that's good. Do you think you'll have time for two little monkeys staying with you sometime soon? Kate was asking tonight when they could come spend the night."

"Of course I'll have time for my grandbabies! I always have time for them! Does next weekend work?" She asked, and I could just see her bouncing in her seat and the ideas she was already concocting for their adventures.

I thought for a second and that seemed perfect. "That's actually great. You know they can't wait for their next field trips with Nammie and Pop."

I talked to her for a little while longer and hung up with plans for the next weekend for the kids.

Now I just needed to figure out plans for what I could do to help with Edward.

I finally finished with the household chores and went to our bedroom to get ready for bed.

I stopped short when I noticed something on my nightstand.

Walking closer, I saw that it was a mini snickers candy bar. Which used to be one of my favorites.

But, over the last few years, I've had to stop eating any sort of nuts because I'd constantly get kidney stones from them.

I, at least, can appreciate the fact that he thought of me with this.

It's a crying shame because I've always loved almonds, peanuts, walnuts, pecans, etc. But it just seems anytime I eat any of them, it doesn't end well.

Which Edward would know if he paid attention sometimes.

It may not seem like a big deal to some, but Edward and I always had an amazing relationship, before, where we'd always make time for each other, do little things for the other, go out of our way to make sure the other one knew how much they were loved.

Marriages are hard work. You don't just stop working on your relationship because you're married. That just means you've gotta keep at it. You see a lot of marriages fail because one person, or both, just gave up and didn't try anymore.

I don't want that to be us. So, maybe it's time to give him a healthy dose of what could happen if things keep going the way they are. I don't want to leave, because I love him very much. I love our kids and the life we've built together as a family. But I can't take this ignoring thing anymore. I want my husband back. I want our family time back. I know he's got a lot on his plate, and I get that. But something has got to give.

***YDEKWIA***

I didn't tell Edward that I was taking the kids to my parent's house for the weekend.

I had my mom come pick us up on the way to their house, which she didn't seem to mind doing.

I made a final pass through the house before my mom got here. I left the laundry for the last week piled on the floor, half way in the doorway of the laundry room. I left the dishes piled up in the sink. I left the kid's toys strewn all over the floor in the living room.

And, even though it killed me to do it, I left my wedding ring sitting on the pillow in our bedroom, without making the bed.

This may all be a little extreme, but he needs this.

We both do.

I left him a note in the kitchen right next to the grocery list on the counter, where it wouldn't be missed.

Edward, I can't do this anymore…..

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