The Writer's Mistress

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

Chapter 2

"It isn't always easy..."

After the kids left for school that morning, I started my morning coffee and looking around the house - seeing everything I needed to be tending to.

The usual; two loads of laundry, tidying up the toy-covered living room, and the dishes. It was a lot.

The boys 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, by passing me.

He kisses me on the forehead and swiftly tries to run for 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 and get a room. Is that okay?" he asks, sounding more automatic than sincere.

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 and very demanding of his time.

So important, 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, heading for the front door.

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

He turns around, as if just realizing he forgot something.

"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 was as committed to me - and the kids - as he was to his work.

I gulp down the last of my coffee and placed the cup in the sink.

I throw myself 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 can't change.

That was how my usual day looked.

Maybe I'm in need of a new book.

Something to distract myself with.