Chapter 1

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Meryl's p.o.v

Do I hate him? Or do I actually hate myself?

Why would Mammie invite him on a WhatsApp group if she knows it's going to ruin my reputation.

Mamie: Hey daddy o! Welcome to the group!

Don:yeahaboutthat,howdoyouusespace?

Oh my god. He doesn't know.

Henry: it's alright. I'm on my way to you. I'll show you

Don: okaygreat.seeyou

This is gonna be a long day. I've got Christmas laying ahead having no idea on what to buy the children.

Usually when Don and I was still married, he would help me.

Then why did we get divorced? I don't actually want to talk about it. It's a matter between life and death.

I put my phone away and lift myself from the kitchen table to get started on my day.

"Meryl Streep!"

Damn paparazzi! It's so annoying with them around. It's like they've got nothing better to do. Oh they're just doing their job.

But why don't they just go and chase Justin Bieber or One Direction?

I take a good look at this nice holiday advertisement.
Me by myself?
No.
I'm just looking around.

*Bling!*

I take out my phone seeing I've got another few chats.

Don: I     learned    how    to   use  space.
Henry: That's too much space dad.
Don: I'm    new   to  this!
Mamie: You guys are so bored!
Grace: where's mom

I take a deep breath and get my fingers to type.

Me: In her skin. Chat later. Kinda busy.

I put my phone away again. I'm not neglecting my children. I'm just not up to chatting while doing shopping.

Don's P.O.V

Meryl: In her skin. Chat later. Kinda busy.

Okay...now that makes me curious. And I still don't know how to use one space.

Just for the record, I am new to this whole chatting thing.

Me: What   are    you   guys   doing?
Henry: oh my god dad, type once on space.

What's keyboard gotta do with auto correct?

Auto correct on/off

On. I can do with a bit of correction.

Meryl's P.O.V

I'm exhausted! Long day after shopping. Countless chats on what's app. And I'm skipping it all!

Now time for me to probably join the group.

Louisa: mom...dad...I'm confused.
Me: what's wrong sweetheart?
Louisa: Grandma says that if a women has sex with her partner, she screams like hell. Why the hell would she scream? Does it hurt?

I look at the phone in horror. Eyes wider than plates. Don is offline. Wtf!

Louisa: mom? Dad?
Louisa: hello?
Louisa: mom did you scream?

Then he's back.
Don is typing...

Don: no. Your mom didn't scream. I was there.

I gave a gasp in terror. Is he going to tell the Louisa! Oh my god!

Me: shut up Don. Shut up.
Don: that's not what you said last night.
Louisa: what?
Don: I meant last time.

Oh my god. Now the please and explain to poor Louisa. She's gonna need an exorcist if Don tells her everything.

Don: oh shit

How do I piss him off now? Ah ha!

Me: I see you learned to use space correctly.
Don: Now I actually realized you do read my messages.
Me: What do you expect? Anyway I'm off to shower. Take care.

I climb off the bed and head towards my wardrobe. I didn't piss him off dammit. He did more of pissing me off.

Bling!

Not again. It's not annoying. It's just...it keeps me away from doing the needed.

Don: Enjoy. I'll probably drop by tomorrow so I'll see you then Meryl!
Henry: Goodnight mom! Love you!* 😘
Don: That's so cool. Where'd you get that face!
Mammie: it's an emoji dad.

I gave a silly giggle and drop my phone on my bed.

Everytime I look at my reflection, I miss him. I miss Don Gummer.

But when I look into his eyes...It kills me inside and I die over and over and over again.

Grace, Louisa, Mammie and Henry never understood why me and Don would get divorced. We're so amazing. Or we WERE amazing.

Little did they know what actually teared us apart.

We had nothing to say to each other anymore.

And after losing...

Never mind. It's in the past.

Oh my God! Am I really gonna cry now? Now of all times!?

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