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him. It was a struggle since my moans were getting caught in my throat.
     
    "It's yours daddy," I managed to belt out.
     
    He kissed me roughly.
     
    "This dick is all yours too baby. Nobody will ever get this dick again."
     
    He stroked me a fast as he could until we couldn’t fight it any longer. I pulled him closer and we both came together. 
     
    He lowered me down and walked over to grab his clothes. I stood on the wall trying to regain the feeling back into my legs. I watched him put his clothes on. He was so damn fine. He was successful and he was mine. Paperwork or no paperwork we would always be together. We would always be connected to each other.
     
    He buttoned his shirt, grabbed his keys and walked over to kiss me.
     
    "I'll be gone for a few days so I'll see you when I get back. Don't get into any trouble and don't let me hear about anybody being over here."
     
    He had nerve. He took his ass home to somebody else every damn night and he wanted to run my house too.
     
    "Okay baby."
     
    He winked at me and walked out the door. I heard him lock the door so I headed to the shower. I smiled at the fact that it was finally happening. He was finally divorcing her and we were going to be a family.
     
    My happily ever was just a signature away.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C onstance
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    If someone were to look at my life they would never think I was in this much pain.  Well maybe not pain rather than a state of lasting numbness. My life at this very moment could be summed up into one word; bittersweet.  Amel Larrieux's Don't Let Me Down played softly through my speakers as my mind drifted off into deep thought.  At one point, I remembered feeling this way about him. Lost in love and the innocence it possessed.  The unspoken plea you never said outl loud, hoping the other person would hold your heart in their hand and protect it.  The hopeful expectation they will shield you from all the hurt and disappointments life can sometimes bring.
    The rose-colored glasses you see your partner through.
    The shattering of them when reality smacks you across the face.  When your love and relationship becomes a series of unanswered questions and everyone involved becomes secret keepers.
    I pulled into the parking garage and found a spot right next to the elevators.  My phone rang and I looked down.
     
    Husband.
     
    I would call him later. I didn't feel like getting involved in a where are you debate. He was the reason I was here.  I pulled the charger out of my phone, grabbed my keys and purse to head to the elevator.  I didn’t want to be late and talking to him would leave me arriving late.
    Bing.
    I looked down to see he had now sent a text.
     
    " Constance, please call me back."
     
    I pressed the number for the fourth floor. I'm sure he didn't want anything important since he wasn't calling me 50 times.  He and the kids were away at the youth retreat so I was free for a few more days.  We had a huge argument before he left and I wasn't ready to talk to him yet.
     
    The elevator door opened and I walked off and down the hall.
     
    You never think you're going to be that woman. The woman who has had so many opportunities to walk away yet you don't. Status, power, money, sex or love, we all have our reasons and excuses for dealing with the bullshit. We all have our reasons for staying.
    I looked at the name on the door.  I was still trying to understand why I was here. Why I am even trying to fix this or even make it work. Part of me wants to turn around and walk back onto the elevator.  Say I'm done, this is over and move on with my life.  While on the other hand, I look down at my hand and realize this is worth fighting for.  I pulled the door open and walked up inside.  I walked to the desk to sign in.
     
    "Hi, my name is Constance Bishop and I'm here to see Dr. Gregory."
     
    "Good Afternoon Mrs. Bishop, I'm Daria. Dr. Gregory is finishing up with another appointment. You