Disclaimer: I am not the genius named Med Cabot, sad but true!
Chapter 4: We don't have a problem
Paul would say "we don't have a problem," but he has to face facts. We don't trust each other anymore. I blame the 20 something year olds, he blames me! Aberrantly I criticize him to much and I don't trust enough. Trust enough my ass! What would you say if he needs to give a, female, student extra help almost every week. Extra help…yeah I believe that…I just wonder what she needs extra help with! And what really bothers me is the fact that when guys happen to ask me for better help he doesn't act jealous. I don't think he cares anymore. I remember that he used to cringe whenever he even imagined Jesse kissing me. The passion is gone! But No We Do Not Have a Problem!
I could live like this. Till I see him like right now. He's strolling into the café no one could be sexier! He looks around the café, spots me in the back, smiles, and walks over.
"I missed you," he murmurs as he gives me a quick peck on my already kiss starved lips. Only Moments like this safe our marriage. The sweet ones that make me smile. I miss the moments where we could hardly keep our hands of off each other, but I saw it coming. I feel old. You know those old couples that you see sitting on a bench in a park? That's what this reminds me of. It's cute but I've always been a girl of action!