My relationship with Jax blossomed over the next couple of weeks. We texted and called each other every single day. We would talk about the kids, work, our daily lives, and the conversations never stopped flowing. I talked to Jax about going back to school, and he encouraged my dreams. We talked about our money struggles, and how there never seemed to be enough cash to go around. How we went overly broke during the holidays or birthdays. We talked about how fast our children were growing up, and how we wished that we could reverse time.A few times a week one of us was sneaking off to the other persons house. We would wait until the children were in bed, or asleep and then meet up. Our nights of passion never lasted until morning. Every time one of us would get up and leave due to kids and work. This was starting to put strain on both Jax and I. We talked about how we wanted to actually spend a whole night together and wake up and cook brea

It took Jax almost a full day before he finally got ahold of me. When he did text, it was just to say thank you. I was trying to be upbeat with my response and told him that the kids had a lot of fun and that I hoped that we could do it again sometime. I did not get a reply to that. I could feel the distance forming between Jax and I. It was a huge cavern and it hurt knowing that I had felt like this was going to happen from the start.I decided to give Jax his space. I was done with chasing guys. I knew that I was not the best-looking woman in the world, but I was not ugly by far either. I also held many values that I felt would be appreciated by the right man. I was loyal, kind, smart, and I was a hard worker. I was not looking for a man to be my cash cow, because I did not mind working and helping pay bills. If a man was meant to be in my life, then it would happen eventually.Right when I was thinking that my we

Life has a funny way of changing rapidly, and sometimes all you can do is hold on for the ride. Life, or fate decided to only give me three days before having to make a decision about whether or not to move in with Jax. Well actually fate decided that I needed to move in with Jax or be homeless with kids. I came home from work and discovered that the electric company was done making any kind of payment arrangements with me. They contacted my landlord directly so that they could turn the service back over into the owner’s name. This of course led to a ten-day eviction notice being posted to my front door.I felt utterly defeated as I sat on my front porch holding the notice from my landlord in my hand that had been taped to my front door. I had struggled so hard to juggle the bills, and yet I had managed to fail. There was no more juggling, I had lost the game completely. Evidently this was the year for all of my worst fears to come to

I had managed to get the house done, barely, and it certainly was not up to my standards of cleanliness. All mine and the children’s belongings ended up in a storage shed, apart from my entertainment center, television, and some clothing. Jax promised that once we got a little more settled, we would get the rest of our house in order. It was definitely a tight squeeze for now, and I had to keep reminding myself that it was only for a year at most.My children have accepted the situation fully, and they were trying to make the most of it. The boys are still sleeping in the living room, and Olivia was sharing a room with Helen. I was constantly making mental notes of things that we will need to buy in order to make our living situation a little easier for everyone. The main item was that we were going to need two sets of bunk beds. One set for the boy’s room, and one for Olivia and Helen. That was the only way that we were going t

WarningThis chapter contains acts of physical and verbal violence that can be triggering to readers. This chapter also deals with some addiction issues, as well as some drug usage. Please note this is in no way shape or form meant to promote the usage of drugs. Drugs and alcohol are dangerous substances that alter brain chemicals and can lead to death. Please read with caution.Almost three months had passed since I had moved in with Jax. I still have not made any headway with Isabella if anything things had taken a turn for the worst. My middle son Shawn and Isabella are constantly butting heads. Shawn is a bit of a wild child, but for the most part well behaved. He has a hyperactive personality, and sometimes he has difficulty concentrating. Isabella tends to provoke him until he acts rashly. This newest