And the ex gets sent packing too. Only two regular chapters left and then two epilogues before we say goodbye to this couple.
It went better than expected for all the fears I’d built up about attending that Frost party. Okay, sure, we had to deal with shit from her mother and ex, but otherwise, it was a good night. Reese’s Frost grandparents had her back, and her grandfather wanted her to be a partner at the firm. We haven’t discussed what she is going to do about it. I haven’t asked because I don’t want to stress her about it. She’s spent the last two nights at my place, bumming around in my clothes since she hasn’t been to her place since I picked her up for the party. While I’m not going to complain about her not wearing undergarments or getting to see her in my clothes, I am worried about her avoiding her place. She hasn’t said it, but I think she’s avoiding going home because she fears her mother will be waiting for her. She needs to feel comfortable and safe at her place of work, and if she can’t feel that way because of her mother, then leaving may be best. I’ve wanted to let her sort her family shit
Yes, I was hiding from my mother. No, I’m not proud of it. I’m twenty-seven and hiding from my mother at my boyfriend’s. The sweet man didn’t call me out on it until he had to. I know he’s right, I have to face her eventually, but more than having to face her, I need clothes. While his clothes are comfy, I can’t wear them to dad’s for a party or work, even if it’s to resign. At least whatever had my stomach angry went away after that tea and toast. Or maybe it was talking things out with Don. Who’s to say? I’m inclined to believe the latter. Knowing he will back me no matter which path I take helps. And it’s sweet of him to want to believe there is a chance my mother will apologize. I, however, am not going to hold my breath. The universe is against me today. First throwing up this morning and now finding my mother pounding on my door like she’s the cops with a warrant. Given her general attitude, I doubt she’s here to apologize for her behavior at the party. She only looks frazzled
“I will still never approve of this relationship. But when it implodes, I will be there for your Reese to help you pick up the pieces. I wash my hands of your personal life. But I do ask you to reconsider resigning seriously. Think about your career. I will see you in the office, and I hope you’ve made the right choice.” Mother went into her professional mode, smoothing down her jacket. “Have a good new year.” She tacked on while walking out my door. I don’t know what came over me, but I crumbled to my knees in tears. “How… how can she be so indifferent? To be so heartless to her only daughter.” I sobbed, finding myself pulled into Don’s arms. “It’s her way of protecting herself. It ain’t right, but she does love you, Reese. She’s going about it poorly, but she wants to protect you. Give her time and space. She may come around.” Don tried to reassure me as he stroked my hair as I cried into his chest. Those twenty minutes on my living room floor were the most I’ve cried in a long ti
The last couple of months has been busy. All in good ways, of course, but a lot more activity than usual, that’s for sure. Reese made her mind up after her mother made it clear she couldn’t and wouldn’t apologize for her behavior. She resigned, much to the disappointment of many in her family. Thankfully none have held the decision against her. They hold it against Sophia. She’s been doing great working at her dad’s construction company as their in-house lawyer. It may not be a big deal in court cases, but she’s happy, and that is all that matters. The job is more about drawing up contracts and handling any legal hiccups that may arise, so very different from what she was doing. It’s much less stressful for her, and the work environment is much more welcoming. I’m pretty sure I’d get dirty looks if I showed up at the Frost law firm because Reese forgot lunch or her briefcase. While at the Nikolaidis Construction office, I get warm smiles and welcoming greetings as I go to her office.
There has been no slowing down just because I discovered I was pregnant with twins or because Don proposed. That is why everything has been moving at super speed around here. There’s a lot to do, and when you think about it not a lot of time to do it. The twins are due September 13th, so we are in a time crunch. And as much as Don and I would love to renovate the house ourselves, we had to concede with twins coming, we were not going to have the time, and it would be unsafe to have the place under construction. So as his gift to us for our engagement and that we are giving him his first grandchildren, Dad took over renovations. While a crew was working on the house, we stayed in my old apartment, so I wouldn’t breathe in the construction dust. Dad covered everything about the house, listening to our input on what we wanted just like he would for any client. He was paying extra special attention because it would be the home his grandchildren are raised in. That is probably why I’ve se
My mother hasn’t spoken to me or anyone at the party since she was forcefully removed. She only speaks to Uncle Shaw at the office when the business requires her to; even then, it’s strictly professional. I don’t think he minds. Of course, now that there was an engagement party, I have formally told the rest of the family that we are engaged and expecting. Both sets of my grandparents are thrilled and look forward to the wedding and meeting new great-grandchildren. No one has officially lived at the estate since Great Aunt Cordelia died. The property went into a trust and is owned by Grandfather and his two brothers. Grandfather insisted that as we’d discussed an outdoor ceremony, we allow him to host the whole event at the Frost Estate. While I don’t want a big formal event, I have to admit the estate has beautiful landscaping, and if the weather doesn’t hold, we can go inside. So it made the perfect venue. Don and I were still going to stick to our more rustic and subdued affair. W
“GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU TINY DICK FUCK! OH, AND TAKE YOUR TOOTHPICK WHORE WITH YOU!” Yes, I am that woman throwing her cheating piece of trash boyfriend and his skank unceremoniously out of her condo butt-ass naked. Yes, all my neighbors are poking their heads out to see what is happening. Yes, I’m sure the crone across the hall is calling the cops or, worse, my mother. Why would she know my mother? Because my mother got me into this luxurious Manhattan, so not me, building and the crone is head of the condo association. The girl at least has the sense to be ashamed of herself as she hurried to get her dress over her head. “You said this was your place and the woman in the pictures is your sister.” She’s hissing at Trevor, shooting daggers with her eyes. “Shut up, Veronica…” Trevor growled, using both hands to cover his junk. He doesn’t need one hand to cover that tiny thing. “Stop talking, Trevor! Get the fuck out! Out of MY condo! Out of my building! And Out of My life! I ever
The downside of living so far from my family in Texas is that I have to spend Hanukkah alone. The bright side is that Hanukkah happens during the same week as Christmas, so I’m off work for winter break.“You should fly home for Hanukkah, sweetheart. I miss you. And your brothers would all be happy to see you. You haven’t even met your newest nephew.” Mom was laying the guilt on thick, leveraging baby Griffin like that.“Mom, don’t pull that on me. You know I’m the kid who’s immune to your guilt.” I shook my head as I tried to focus on planning out the spring curriculum for my class. I know people don’t think there’s much to being a shop teacher, but it’s still hard work, and I’m trying to teach these kids some skills that will help them in real life, like fixing things around the house.“It’s not guilt. Is it so wrong that I miss my firstborn? You haven’t been home in four years.” Mom sighed.“I don’t even know why you took that job in Boston. There are plenty of jobs closer to home