For the second time that day I found myself having to deal with my ex, a situation that was known to put me in a f****d up mood.
“Deanna is Holly awake?"
“Yes, why?"
“Tell her I'm coming to get her…"
“"Why what's going on? it's not your weekend."
“Don't be stupid, just have her dressed and ready when I get there."
“Why? tell me what's going on."
There was really no point in hiding the s**t, she'd find out sooner or later anyway. “I'm taking her to help me pick out a ring for her stepmother." The silence on the other end was answer enough. Even with all the s**t she'd done I never wanted to hurt her, she was still the mother of my kid, but her hurt feelings weren't going to stop me from going on with my life.
She hung up on me, which meant she was going to try to make me jump throug
