A Fresh Start

The Wedding

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Chapter 19: The Wedding

It had been a few weeks since I moved in with Edward. We went to my condo on Sunday and with the help of Alice, Emmett, Rose, Jasper and Jacob, we emptied out my personal items; dishes, cups, clothes, and other decorative items. I changed my address with the post office and made my cell phone number the primary phone number for all my emergency contacts. I also canceled my cable and internet. I needed to keep the electricity on and the water so they could show the condo.

I also started therapy. I met with Michele, who was a crazy Italian lady. I loved her instantly. She said she was going to work on improving my self-worth. She also told me that while I may be in a new relationship, I shouldn't let my own identity disappear. She also suggested that I start journaling. I was never one to write down my feelings. I grumbled when she suggested it. She said that I didn't need to do a 'Dear Diary' type of thing. I could write how I felt in the format the suited me the best. I said I'd consider it. I tried it that evening, writing in the form of fiction. Fiction based on my life and I really felt like I accomplished something. She really knew her shit and I felt immediately at ease with her.

I also went back to work. Yeah, that was interesting. My kids gave me a huge card and teddy bear. They begged me to never be absent again as the substitute they found for me was older than dirt and was uber crotchety. I told them that I would try. Or if I was going to absent, I'd forewarn them of my not being there. With that being said, I told them that I was going to be gone the Friday before Labor Day to prepare for Ms. Cullen's wedding. They grumbled. I told them that if they were respectful with the sub, I'd give them an iPod day when they had their silent reading time. That placated them. Thankfully.

I began my practicum upon my return to work. Let me just say that I was going to get my butt kicked. I had a ton of responsibilities that were thrust upon me by Mrs. Cope. She told me that I was pretty much going to be 'her' whenever she wasn't at school; be a dean if any one of them were absent; or be the assistant principal if he was gone. I also had to do a major project which involved the creation of a new schedule for the ELL students, approximately 250 students. This project was in addition to twelve other mini-projects.

In regard to my relationship with Edward, everything just flowed once I got over my pride. The roles that we played in the house were significantly different to the one I played when I was married to Mike. With Mike, I was the typical 'Suzy Homemaker' wife. I made sure that the clothes were washed, dishes were cleaned, the meals cooked and the pantry stocked. I was also in charge of scouring the house. Edward treated me as an equal. Not a servant. If he made a mess, he didn't expect me to clean it. He cleaned it himself. He cooked, he ironed, and he put the seat down (surprisingly!). However, his schedule was fucking crazy. The first week we lived together, he worked nights. He left at five and got home the following morning when I was leaving for work. We barely saw each other. It was even worse when he had meetings at the hospital. He would be there for an entire day. I was amazed that he was so well-adjusted. He joked and said that you get used to the schedule and sleep when you have to.