Seth drove for a while, my phone rang several and every call was from Michael, “Aren’t you going to pick it?” Seth asked as he looked at me from the rear view mirror, “It has been ringing,”“None of your business,” I said bluntly, turning off my phone completely and dumping it on my side. Seth has been mouthy since I asked for his help, an help that I shouldn’t have to ask for, at least I shut him up now.Since he spoke earlier, Seth said nothing again, which gave me time to reflect on a lot of things as I looked out the window. We went around the same place for about four hours, and the sky had gotten darker before he made a final stop. He was still quiet when he dropped me off at a club and came out of the car.I was still in shock as he pulled out a lighter and lit his cigarette. I immediately got out of the Car and went all bonkers on him. “Did I tell you to stop?”…He opened his palms to me, revealing the key in it. This was Seth subtle way of telling me to go drive myself, of co

The following morning, Michael and I reconciled, and we decided to have a whole family breakfast together with our children before they headed for school. “I told you they fought,” Carmela murmured as took a bite out of her toast.I pretended like I didn’t hear her and continued with the breakfast, I was doing so much to impress her but she was bent on not accepting anything that I did.“Leo…” I called my precious baby who was reading his book on the table, “Please can you drop the book, you can do it after, I won’t bat an eye if you were to fail one subject, you are not a thing that I should brag to my friends about, you are my son and I wouldn’t mind if you enjoy life like every other children your age, you only have the teenage life once,” I said referencing the statement my beloved daughter made last night.Carmela scrunched her nose as she tried to mimic silently.“I will be heading somewhere, would you like me to drop you off at school?” I asked.“We have our Cars, Mom, you don’

I got out of my bed wondering what it was as Brianna’s line quickly cut off, probably due to bad connections but it was surely bad timing. My head kept pondering if it was a good thing or a bad thing.No matter how I try to think positively, I end up with negative thoughts.I received another call but this time from my very own mother, not much needs to be said, this was a bad thing. My mum will never call me unless something horrible has occurred, likewise my father, I couldn’t pick up, so I left it to ring.Michael was to travel today and was staying at our hotel. I wonder if he has left already.I finally summoned up the courage to check out everything that got people constantly calling me.It was bizarre.“The Thatcher Family under crisis as the perfect family that is much to the envy of others faces criticism following an intel about the family dark foundation of which it is laid upon,” I read out, I scrolled through the trendy topic of today and my family dominated top five of t

Time went by as it came; everything had gotten better now that we were vindicated. I had gotten a lot better, but I felt myself change. I became overly protective, having my eyes and ears on every business that concerned Michael and my kids. One has to be wary of any attack.Louisa came to visit today, and it is clear why.She was still hooked on me doing a favor for her son by allowing Leo to tutor him; at least she was patient enough to wait this long after I had pushed our meeting several times.Her son Rocky was with her, and they both sat in the living room, waiting for me to join them. As I headed in their direction, Seth had walked into the house, and I began having flashbacks about the hurtful things I said to him a week ago. I have been so busy that I rarely needed him, and with Michael forcing this joint family thing down my throat, Seth wasn’t that useful.“S—” I felt my lips move, wanting to call him back, but I stopped myself from doing so. I didn’t regret the things I sa

“What do you mean by resignation?” I slowly eyed the envelope. I turned away from him, opening the car to take out my bag before I closed it, hanging the bag over my shoulders.Seth still had it facing me, and he didn’t seem to want to take it back.Isn’t this what I wanted? To finally have him gone, but then again, I never said it should come this easy. I hate when I get what I want so easily.Seth sighed before saying, “I don’t think I can work for you anymore; I have—”“That—” I interrupted him as we both paused. I thought he was going to go ahead and speak, but he waited for me to continue. “No, I am sorry; go ahead; you were saying..."“I was just..." Seth stopped again. Was he nervous? I don’t think he is. It was sort of like he wanted to get this done, but I wasn’t giving him a chance to. “I wanted to say that I have spoken to Mr. Michaels, and he said, "I interrupted him again. “You have spoken to my husband? When?” My forehead furrowed, sounding surprised, not knowing he had