Isabella Rose was fed up. Between being a stay at home MILF whose identity quickly became consumed by taking care of her children, to being completely ignored by an overworked husband and what felt like everyone around her, Isabella was looking for...
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WEEK NO. 6. MONDAY. (A bitch has been left on read for WEEKS now...)
Isabella's POV.
"OW- Abigail!. You have ONE more time to bite the life out of my tit I swear to God." Abigail's teeth snapped me right out of the latest Caine mind bomb, and my gut punch reaction was to drop kick her ass across the room like a football at the super bowl.
I rubbed my nipple and thought to myself. Actually, you know what..I don't care what your pediatrician said, I'm tapping out after today. Bottles it is. Bless the hearts of all the mothers out there that have the strength to make it past a year, better them than me. Crown those bitches. I smiled down at my sweet little girl as she gave me one of those heart melting grins. She was too precious to stay upset with for longer than a second or two.
"Come along, nap time for you Missy." I kissed her forehead and plopped her down in her crib, turning on her lullaby soundtrack.
"Sweet dreams" I cooed softly as I closed her bedroom door behind me and took off like a ninja before she started to throw a fit.
I plopped down on the sofa in the living room and let out a dramatic groan, looking up at the ceiling as I ran anxious fingers through my wavy hair. I was bored out of my motherfucking mind these days, but I was too terrified to do any fucking thing about it Dickballchin face had sobered me the FUCK up. I wasn't going back outside anytime soon.
"Isabella... what's good girl?" Ivy plopped down next to me with a small smile.
"Going through it. Embarrassing as hell."
"Nothing can top that last little DATE." We both started hollering.
"Shut the FUCK UP Ivy!!! Never speak of it again!!!!" I squealed.
"Girl I'll think about it.... you and Beetlejuice woulda made a fire couple-"
"AHHHHHHH" I lunged across the couch and started bopping Ivy playfully with a throw pillow.
