Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
It's been peaceful around here so far, but she doesn’t know that it’s thanks to the team of men and women I have keeping Doug and that nightmare he’d taken up with at bay.
I’d gone through her phone in front of her and erased all the unread messages that had been there for days, which she claimed she’d forgotten all about. I read the first few to make sure it didn’t have anything to do with the kids, and once I was sure of that, I tossed them.
I set up the new app on her phone and then sent him a message letting him know it was me and to get the app as well if he wanted to keep up with his kids. Anything else will be ignored going forward. He didn’t like hearing that and wanted to start a text war, which I ended by blocking his number after telling him I was going to.
He now had the name of the app, so the ball was in his court. He couldn’t come to see the kids anyway, not without a mediator and most definitely not before the court hearing, which was a few months off.
It's funny when he lived with them, he barely had time, but now they’re first on his list. The fuck outta here. I knew just how to put a crimp in his sails, though, and went about taking care of that.
She didn’t know she was getting married in a few days until I dropped it on her halfway through the following week. “Our wedding, does it need to be a big shindig, or will something intimate on the beach with just our immediate family do?”
We were sitting on the couch cuddling, so she couldn’t claim it was post-nut clarity or anything to do with sex. I found out she’s got a mouth on her that I’m not sure if she’d kept hidden because of him in the past or had just found, but I get a kick out of her shit. She tried sitting up, but I held her in place. “You can talk just fine from right there; where are you going?”
“Wedding? What wedding? You never asked me.” I gave her a look and went back to flipping through channels to find something that wasn’t going to put me to sleep to watch. “That should tell you something. Now answer my question.”
“Small on the beach, I guess.”
“Fine, you don’t have to do anything; just find a dress. I’m paying for that too, so get the one you like and not the one you think you can afford.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the sky is the limit.”
“By the way, we have to discuss living arrangements. Do you want to stay in this house or should we move to mine? We can work out the pros and cons there, but my take is that the kids are young enough for it not to matter at this point, and they’re the only reasons you should want to hold onto anything from your past.”
That’s my roundabout way of telling her I’m about to kill every memory she has or made with that fucker except for my God-kids. I didn’t know I had it in me, but yeah, I’m the jealous type. She seems to have picked up on that, too, and uses it to her advantage, which always ends with her getting her ass beat red.
Nothing sends me into a tizzy faster than hearing his name on her lips, something she has now been forbidden to do unless it is about the kids. If she even twists her lips to say, ‘Doug used to, or Doug did…’ Her ass gets it, and her gash doesn’t fare any better.
I’m still waiting for her to mention birth control, which I know she doesn’t take, or condoms, which she’s never asked about, so I’m almost certain she’s down my baby-making program. I need at least four to double his shit and then a spare, which means she’s going to be pregnant for at least the next six or seven years if I give her a break in between.
I’m not discussing shit because this is the only thing I can live with, and since I’m pretty sure she’s fallen for me, she should want what’s best for me and my mental health. If anyone around me knew that I had lost my mind in this way, they’d be hell to pay, but yeah, I’m one of those assholes.
RACHEL
Ididn’t know he was crazy, but in the last two weeks I have seen a side to him that I never knew existed. He was always the cool-headed, calm friend that all the others used to seek out for advice; at least, that’s what I saw when we were just friends over the years. But he’s full-blown crazy. Watch this.