What Goes Around Comes Around

My Last Real Day

It was rainy and depressing. The night before, I watched the sun set over the lake. My life was over. My husband was sorry, but he hit hme.  He hit me, he never did that. I was really down ans felt like her period could start. Maybe it would. At least I was off, I decided to stop by the salon, to see if Jenisenjad time to color my hair the next day. I was going to go shopping as well. I was going to get jewelry, makeup, clothes and all the things that made me happy. I was maxing out the cards. I felt better.

When's I got home, I snuck the bags in. Phil was home. He was closing. It was his first night closing. He was drinking already.

"This is so humiliating babe," he told me.
"I know."
"I am so sorry for hitting you. I am. You look tired."
"I am."
"We will have fun this weekend."
"I hope so."

He kissed me and I watched him leave for work, I picked up the girls. Soon, I would be giving up the car. We would try to make it. We would, but life was going to hit us hard.

Easton and Lesley texted us about going. Would lose them as friends soon. We were going to a Killers Concert.  It would be like my last hurrah.  We were going to become embarrassments to all of our friends. In the mail, we got our invite to the employee Thanksgiving. Part of me didn't want to go. However, Phil had a point. Free food and alcohol. "Eat a lot, drink a lot, screw them like they screwed us!!!!"  I wasn't going to have alcohol though. I'd be getting other news as well. This year was really going to suck for us.

He left and I got the girls. We went home and ate. The house was cold.  The house was expensive to heat so we put on a few extra sweaters and tried to make it.   They made note of it.  "It is cold, mom.  It is so cold," they told me.  I called a sister for a factor.  Veronica Houser worked for a temp agency and I made an into to call her.  I could answer the peg one and type.   It would be hourly and I could screw The Slab over like they screwed me.  I had no days,  Susie and Becky got to give up one?   "You are a chatty Cathy.  You are a story teller."  Yes, let the fucking retard be on nights.  I liked Dawn but I heard Dawn stole tables and customers.  At first, she would be kind to my plight.  However, I would soon Kearny. She would make her quota and leave. 

       I watched the sun set on the pond.   Constantina Fries was watching the sun set on the pond.  She was old.  She was from Greece.   I waved.   I wouldn't know her in a year.  I went back in and got on the computer, blogging about what to do.   I really wasn't up on office procedures.  I called the Summit Club and they had openings.  It was fine dinining I the top of the bank building.   I didn't want to be the Saturday night story teller.   I watched the sun set on the life thst I knew,  I blogged about it.  Many of my followers loved it.  I was sort of popular.  Photographing my life showing my
beautiful home, girls, life, and husband.,    It made me feel better.  So would my new hair color. 

    I was opening the door to my new life.