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"So, I got a job as a secretary, Sean said I could start Monday, that gives me the weekend to find an apartment or something," I told Mom as we fixed dinner.
"Don't be silly," she said. "You'll stay here for as long as you need."
"I don't want to impose," I replied, continuing to chop vegetables.
"Honey, that is crazy. You know that you're not imposing."
I smiled, "Thanks, Mom."
"What we do need to do is work out sleeping arrangements," she said. "Emma, your old bed is still in the basement and there's a hospital bed that we got for Snake when was doing chemo last year. We moved it down to the basement when he went into remission. The kids can sleep down there with you. Would that be alright?"
"That would be great, thank you," I answered.
***
I tucked my children into bed and turned the nightlight on. I went upstairs to talk with Mom and Snake.
"Honey, do you mind telling us what happened? How long has your marriage been in trouble?" Mom asked as we drank tea and sat at the kitchen table.
"Since Brock was born. He was late getting to the hospital, when I asked him where the hell he was at, he said, 'Emma I was working.' He said that every time I asked him something. It became so sickening, he was always being called in and coming home late. I found a box of pictures and letters from his secretary. They were love letters. I packed our things and came here."
"Honey, I'm so sorry you had to be put through that. I really am," she said.
"I know, Mom. I never want to see him again."
***
The next day, I was at the grocery store getting some food for a cook- out that Mom, Simpson, the kids and I was going to have that day. That is when I ran into Sean in the fruits and veggie's aisle.
"Hey, Cameron," I said with a smile.
"Hi, Nelson," he joked back.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Oh...just trying to figure out a way to get my daughter to eat vegetables. She's impossible when it comes to what's healthy for her," he said, laughing.
"Sounds like a certain curly haired bad-boy I know," I laughed.
"Yeah, I know," he said.
"Well, why don't you bring your family to Mom's house for a cook-out at three o'clock," I said. "Maybe she'll eat veggie's if their grilled."
"It's worth a shot," he said.
"Good, can't wait to see you there."
***
"So, I got a job as a secretary, Sean said I could start Monday, that gives me the weekend to find an apartment or something," I told Mom as we fixed dinner.
"Don't be silly," she said. "You'll stay here for as long as you need."
"I don't want to impose," I replied, continuing to chop vegetables.
"Honey, that is crazy. You know that you're not imposing."
I smiled, "Thanks, Mom."
"What we do need to do is work out sleeping arrangements," she said. "Emma, your old bed is still in the basement and there's a hospital bed that we got for Snake when was doing chemo last year. We moved it down to the basement when he went into remission. The kids can sleep down there with you. Would that be alright?"
"That would be great, thank you," I answered.
***
I tucked my children into bed and turned the nightlight on. I went upstairs to talk with Mom and Snake.
"Honey, do you mind telling us what happened? How long has your marriage been in trouble?" Mom asked as we drank tea and sat at the kitchen table.
"Since Brock was born. He was late getting to the hospital, when I asked him where the hell he was at, he said, 'Emma I was working.' He said that every time I asked him something. It became so sickening, he was always being called in and coming home late. I found a box of pictures and letters from his secretary. They were love letters. I packed our things and came here."
"Honey, I'm so sorry you had to be put through that. I really am," she said.
"I know, Mom. I never want to see him again."
***
The next day, I was at the grocery store getting some food for a cook- out that Mom, Simpson, the kids and I was going to have that day. That is when I ran into Sean in the fruits and veggie's aisle.
"Hey, Cameron," I said with a smile.
"Hi, Nelson," he joked back.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Oh...just trying to figure out a way to get my daughter to eat vegetables. She's impossible when it comes to what's healthy for her," he said, laughing.
"Sounds like a certain curly haired bad-boy I know," I laughed.
"Yeah, I know," he said.
"Well, why don't you bring your family to Mom's house for a cook-out at three o'clock," I said. "Maybe she'll eat veggie's if their grilled."
"It's worth a shot," he said.
"Good, can't wait to see you there."
***