Unforgotten, Rewriting

Why oh why must this happen to me now?

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Three and a half years later...

Willow's POV:

It's been a long-ish three and a half years since the divorce with Henry, and I miss him. But for some strange reason, I don't miss him, I miss the concept of him, a boyfriend. Someone to love and care about me. I think that I have grow since then. I don't believe that I'm ever going to see him again in person, but if I do, I sure hope that I have enough will power, and strength to deny him. I don't want to fall for his act again. However, I wonder how he's doing. He's in all those gossip magazines, with a different girl everything time. I remember when he was just with me, only me.

I walk down the dirty streets of where I live now. I'm not like one of those girls in the books where I'm living in an apartment not getting much money, or I got pregnant with my ex's baby. However, if I did when we got a divorce I wouldn't have said a thing about it, just like all the other girls/women in the books. Well, I do have the no money part, just not the apartment, and lucky not the baby part. I love babies, but I just wouldn't be able to take care of them. I mean New York is expensive to live in, and I can barely eat right, or get enough sleep. Emerson, one of my closest friends offered me live with him, but I had to turn him down. I didn't feel right, taking advantage of him like that.

He's really sweet, and no.. we aren't dating that would just be really weird. He's more of a brother to me, and me a sister to him. Emerson's the funniest, and craziest person I know. I sometimes don't understand why we are friends. We're opposites to put it simply, he's really dramatic about everything and wants to always be with someone, not it a manwhore way, but I guess opposites attract. There is also Emerson's boyfriend that pretty much lives with him too. He's quite the opposite person from his's boyfriend. It's kinda funny and cute how they are so close, and caring about each other, it's truly breaks my heart.

I get onto a bus, going into the heart of downtown New York City. I get off after 10 stops, and walk to La Bernardin mostly working during the night. In the morning, I work at a some café that I've been working at since the divorce, and guess what?! I've got another job! Yippy for me! I also work at a strip club as the bartender.

Funny right? Funny how when your husband divorces you, and you're in working 3 different jobs! Sounds great, when you work your ass off, getting paid around 1,200 bucks from each job. I mean you probably are thinking... isn't that enough money for you to live off of right?

Did I also tell you that I have a little credit card debt that's a few thousand bucks still with an unreasonable interest rate? Yea... That's kicking my butt, only being able to get about 4 hours of sleep at MOST! I sometimes can't go on, but then I realized how young I am, and how much I could have if I just try to enjoy it. It's difficult, but somehow I get by.. bit by bit.

I do wish that I was never divorced, but then I wouldn't have meet some of the best co-worker I've ever have at the dinner, or at the restaurant too. The strip club is where I can learn how to make fun beverages, and make them if I have a party. All of these jobs are horrible, and most of the time I hate them, but there isn't much I can do.

I start my shift at La Bernardin, I say hey to Harvey my favorite guy co-worker here. He's the funniest, and the sweetest guy that I've meet. He kinda reminds me of my grandpa that I was so very close to. I walk out into to the restaurant with a shift with one of my best friends that works here.

Ms. Hudson Anderson, she's very outgoing, but can be socially awkward when she doesn't know ANYONE there. She's very funny, just a little bit on the crazy side, also the most random person I know. Hudson get distracted very easily. She is very easy to get along, and very liked among everyone that meets her.