To Love A Lothario
Chapter 2
I've been Mrs. Lothario now for three months.
I was on edge the entire ceremony. I kept thinking Dina or Kaylynn would show up and cause a fight. Fortunately, nothing like that happened and the wedding itself was perfect. The honeymoon, however, was a different story.
The hotel suite was much smaller than we thought it would be from the brochure, and the price, but it wasn't too bad. The staff was friendly. The food was adequate. But there was something about the atmosphere that made me feel uneasy.
The whole week I felt like Don's head was somewhere else. We kissed and held hands, but it just felt like he was trying to rush things because he had to be somewhere. I sensed his feelings and called him out on his behavior. Then he told me that he missed his girls. I sighed and I tried to feel empathy for him. I really just couldn't understand. He had seen them a week before our wedding and he would see them again the next week after our honeymoon. I lied and told him I missed them, too and that as soon as we got back home we could have them over for a weekend. He finally stopped sulking and kissed me. I hate that I had to lie to him. And I also felt guilty for not sharing his feelings. I didn't dislike the girls. I just wasn't as close to them as he was, which is normal and understandable. I had to pretty much bribe him into spending our honeymoon doing what newlyweds do which is making love and talking about our relationship. I felt kind of dirty afterwards. Which is ironic because people are supposed to feel refreshed after a trip away from everyone.
When I got back to my students it felt like I had never left. Everything fell right back into the routine. And I still had to invite the girls over for a whole weekend. I had to buy and eat a bunch of junk food and watch kids shows and movies for three days. Okay, so that part wasn't so bad. The main issue was that Don was on call at the hospital all weekend. I was home alone with three kids. I have no idea what their mothers say about me when I'm not around but I can assume it isn't nice. None of my lesson plans got finished that weekend. I had to come to my office early Monday to do them. The girls haven't stayed a whole weekend since. I can only take them in three hour increments. They don't seem to like me very much. Whenever they come to visit, all three of them stay locked away in their room for hours. I can hear them laughing from the kitchen. But when I go upstairs to get them for dinner the whole room is quiet and all throughout dinner its quiet. Except on the rare occasions that Don comes home in time for dinner. When he comes home, all three of them jump out of their chairs and run to greet him at the door. I never get a chance to hug or kiss him. The girls follow him around until he shoos them away so he can go upstairs and take a shower. By the time the girls go to bed and I've cleaned the kitchen, Don is fast asleep. So I just kiss him on the forehead and put his dinner plate in his lunch box. Thankfully, the girls aren't always here. There are times when the house is quiet and all the people in it acknowledge my existence.