Six months later, in February 2006:
Jordan is on tour. Jon told me he had purchased a home close to his house. He will be home tomorrow for two weeks.
He is going to take the kids for the two weeks he is home. We have our divorce hearing in four days. To finalize the divorce, he gave me the home, it was a simple split. He is going to pay one thousand a week for child support, he gave me three of his stocks, which I didn't even want, and he agreed to pay me five hundred a week in spousal support.
So I don't have to go back to work to support us. It has been really hard since I asked him to leave. The house feels so lonely, but I am thankful for his family. Sharon, Allison, Dave, Chris, Jon, Marlene, and Allan have all rallied around both of us.
I think they take turns coming to both of our houses when he's home. Jon and Dave stop by every night and check on the kids and me. Sometimes they bring dinner; other times, they just watch tv or help bathe the kids.
Jon and I have gotten really close over the last couple of years. He is someone I can talk to and cry with, and he doesn't judge me. He is like my best friend, which Jordan was until we separated.
Jordan still calls every night to talk to the kids, and he will even ask me how I am doing, and he always tells me he loves me before we hang up.
I always respond with I love you too, Jordan but sometimes love isn't always enough. Love was never our problem. Stay safe and have fun. Then we hang up. I miss him so much, but this separation has been easier than the other two because we discussed it, and we have both been very mature about the divorce.
We were able to agree on the assets with a mediator, and now all we have to do is appear in court. The judge will ask if we both agree and then we sign. Thirty days later, he will be my ex-husband.
Both of our attorneys and the mediator thought we were crazy when asked if we still loved each other. We both replied yes, love was never our issue. We had always loved one another, and we would until the day we died.
Especially when he is a pop star and worth millions, and I didn't want anything but the house and child support. Jordan was the one who said he was giving me three of his stocks and the spousal support. I just wanted enough to pay the bills, but Jordan raised the amount I asked for, which was only five hundred a week in total.
My attorney kept trying to get me to ask for a percentage of his net worth. I declined, and Jordan paid all the fees for the court and both our attorney fees. He has actually been really sweet since we separated.
Sadly, we have realized we can't be alone in the house. A couple of months ago, he came to pick the kids up, and they had both passed out on the couch. We went upstairs to grab their bags which were in my bedroom. Our hands touched, and the next thing I know, we are in bed making love.
Don't get me wrong, it was hot, and we both needed that release, but we are getting a divorce; we can't continue sleeping together, can we?"
Altho, we both agreed that sex between exes was nice and until we were officially ready to move on with someone else, we could just continue doing that.
So, when he's in town and in need, he comes over, we fuck or make love, and then he goes home. He normally will have Jon come sit with the kids while they are at his house, and he comes over here.
It's kind of nice no expectations, just fun. We have never had a problem in the bedroom or issues because we didn't love each other. Maybe that's why it works because we are still in love.
Sometimes I think he just wants me, not that he is in desperate need of a release, but it's because he just wants to sleep with me. Which is fine with me, I am still getting pleased, not adding names to my list, and we love each other.
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Love isn't always enough A Jordan Knight/ Joey McIntyre fanfic
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