Jackie Jones and the Boys Next Door(COMPLETE)

Chapter 36: Goodbye

The fourth quarter is lightening fast.The saying time flies when you're having fun is very true because that's just what I was doing. Since making up with my mom and becoming Jonas full time wiener garage, my cup runneth over. I've never been so happy in my whole life. I'm still trying to forgive my dad completely and we are making progress, it's going to take time. I have been having dinner with him and Joey once a week. Sometimes he brings the boys and sometimes it's just him. He left Ruthie and is living in an apartment with the young blonde dental assistant. That was a huge step back for me on forgiving because grow up Trevor Jones.

Ruthie told him if he fires the dental assistant he can still come home. I think he should, Ruthie is gonna take him for a long hard ride on the alimony pony if he doesn't. "It's cheaper to keep her." Is what Steve said the other night after a few glasses of wine. My mom hit him in the stomach and he laughed, "That is what I tell people about you. Someone asked what the secret was to our loving marriage and that's what I said." Of course he was just being a total smart ass, I laughed so hard because he is just that funny. Why did I never see this? Why am I such a loser? I love Steve so much now, he takes my car out and fills it for gas for me on Sundays when he runs to get the girls donuts. He fills my moms on Saturday when he goes to the gym.

He's just the best guy! He has opened my eyes, the most, to the disastrous state of mind I was in. Anger shut me down, made me unable to see the beauty of life that was all around me.

I graduated 2nd in my class academically. I was so positive I would graduate number one but guess who did? Selfie girl, that's who! Her name is Alexa Diamond and apparently she didn't need to pay attention in calculus because she's ridiculously smart. I'm surprised she didn't say #lastweeksvagina or #turkeytits in her Valedictorain speech. Just goes to show, you can never judge a book by it's cover. I thought she was some pathetic dim wit who only cared about how she looked on social media, when actually she is headed to Harvard to major in Bioengineering. Bioengineering? I had to google it and after I read it and did about 2 hours of research I realized I was lucky to have graduated number 2....I was lucky to graduate at all....I'm not that smart folks.

Either way, it's over. The torturous and taxing years of high school have come to an end. We celebrated with a party at the Holbrooks after. Everyone came and gifted us kids with stuff, my dad gave me a credit card for College with a ridiculous limit and the college money he had set aside.

My mom and Steve gave me a savings book they had been keeping for me and there is a shit ton of money in there. I don't have to work while in college if I don't want to. I might not even have to work after college. I still haven't picked a major....how can one decide? I still am torn about everything. Do they have a degree in parenting? Or a Oodles of Doodles degree? Because I love those two doodles now that they're potty trained. They are always so soft and sweet. Every time they tilt their head at me my heart turns to mush. This is now Jonas new angle on me going to UCLA with him, "We can get a doodle." I really want my own doodle....the allure of the doodle almost did it. I almost gave up college and followed my high school sweetheart to the land of safety and puppy kisses.

My mom surprised Joey and I with a trip to Maui with the Holbrooks in place of her Disneyland fiasco. It was absolute bliss. Maui is gorgeous and Jonas was shirtless almost the entire time and there was a copious amount of what I like to call, "The tropical orgasm." A tsunami of pleasure! My vagina really enjoyed herself there.

Tosh is staying put, and going to school here at ASU while Jonas and I are onto new adventures. I am so nervous I could die. New York on my own? It's so far away, what was I thinking? It's Monday and I have two more days with Jonas until we say goodbye, maybe forever. I walk across my front yard in the early morning heat that is looming in the air. The grey sky covering the triple digits in a blanket of humidity. I won't miss the desert heat. I heard the summer in New York is pretty gross too.