I couldn't be bothered to argue. "I'm hungry. Can we argue after dinner?"
"Let me tell you something, Rylee. Don't think you can climb higher after we divorce. You're pushing thirty. Have some self-awareness."
Furious, he sloppily fixed his tie and walked out to call his mistress from the other day.
"You insane jerk!
I'm not going anywhere. I'll die in this house and haunt you every day, cursing you with impotence!
And for the record, I'm only twenty-six!"
I stormed off and stayed at Mary's place for a few days.
Mary is my best friend. She owns a dance studio, has a strong, respected father, and a soldier who's been chasing her for years.
She's fiery and always frustrated with me for being too soft. After I vented, she scolded me for being a pushover, and all I could do was laugh awkwardly.
...
In the end, a single call from my mom-in-law, Eloise, summoned me back.
I had always admired Eloise, with her graceful demeanor and gentle nature.
The first time I visited Easton's home in high school, I happened to get my period.
Embarrassed, I hid in the bathroom, too afraid to come out. Easton thought it was my appendix and was about to kick down the door.