Monday arrived after a weekend that seemed to drag by. I took Tessa to visit her folks just to get away from my mother. I’m not entirely sure why she’s extra crabby this week, but it has become unbearable between the mood swings, the excessive drinking, and the verbal attacks; I suggested to Tessa that we take a weekend to breathe. We’re heading back from her folk’s house and decide to stop at the tavern after driving for six hours straight. “What do you think about moving away from your mom after the wedding?” Tessa asked me as I pulled the car into the parking lot.
“Tessa, I’ve told you I must sort things out with Mia. I know what you want, but I’m not there yet. I don’t want to lead you on or start planning for something that may never happen. I need to explain to her what happened wh
