Chapter 2 -It isn't always easy...-

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"It isn't always easy..."

After the kids left for school that morning, I started my morning coffee and began looking around the house and seeing everything I needed to be tending too. The usual; 2 loads of laundry, tidying up the toy covered living room and the dishes. It was a lot. The kids are very messy.

I think I'll have my coffee first.

Then get I'll get started on the laundry, then clean the living room. Just as I was getting my thoughts together my timely husband Edmond suddenly enters the kitchen, dressed in brown slacks, white shirt and his toms. Which tells me his day will probably be long because he wants to be comfortable.

"Good morning my Love, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." He says quickly in by passing me. He kisses me on the forehead and swiftly tries to run out the door.

"Tomorrow? What do you mean?"

"I'm working late, and I have a meeting that will likely run late tonight. So, I figured I'd just stay in the city tonight and get a room. Is that okay?" he asks insincerely.

Of course this annoys me. He always tells me these kinds of things at the last minute. But this wasn't unusual of Edmond. His job and work have always been very important to him. So much so that he puts it in front of his family and personal life.

"Okay then. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

Edmond steps out of the kitchen to run for the front door.

"I love you!!" I shout out to him.

He turns around. "Oh sorry, I love you too Hun. Have a good day" With that said he's out the door and gone.

I can't help but feel a little sadness. I feel so alone and unloved sometimes.

I tried to push those feelings deep down inside. There was nothing I could do about Edmond's behavior. He was committed to his job. I just wished he as committed to me and the kids as he was to his job.

I gulped down the last of my coffee and placed it in the sink. I quickly jumped into the household chores as I normally would. I tried to keep my running thoughts to a minimum. No point in dwelling in feelings that I couldn't change.

I'm in need a new book. I need something to distract myself with.

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