Caught Up
Chapter 32
There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment, you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on path? Will others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be haunted by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or simply give up."
Stage 1: Pre-contemplation.
Stage 2: Contemplation.
Stage 3: Preparation.
Stage 4: Action.
Stage 5: Maintenance.
For 6 months i had this sign in my close view. When i woke up and went to bed. Detox took a matter of days that alot on my body. But nothing compares to the emotional and mental situation that took place after that.
It took this whole thing. For me to truly see and realize. Having flashbacks. To how i've treated Brooke. And honestly that's the stuff that i struggle with now. Knowing i hurt and broke the heart of the woman who means everything to me.
She gave me her heart. Her trust. Endless forgiveness. Support. And i threw back turmoil angry and words i can't take back no matter how much i apologize. Forgiving myself. A process.
Brooke forgiving me. Out of my control and honestly i don't know if i deserve it. Or her. Lucas thought to himself.
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"Da Da!" Bridget exclaimed happily. As she ran towards her father in the airport.
Lucas smiled warmly as he scooped her into his arms.
Bridget was a 1 year old now. She was full of laughter. Sweetness and personality.
"My girl. Daddy has missed you so much." Lucas stated matter of fact.
He kissed her and held her close. He then handed her over to Brooke who carefully placed her into her stroller.
Brooke took off her sunglasses. "I'm glad you're home. You look great. We should get you in the car and back to the house."
"Ignore the camera flashes and don't answer any questions." Brooke proclaimed.
And that was the start and end of communication between the estranged couple before they left through the airport exit doors.
Brooke got Bridget into the car. Got herself inside then left the passenger door open for Lucas.
Who quickly hurried inside. As Brooke drove away.