Desiree
I should be ashamed of myself.
I am ashamed of myself. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by a mobster buying me a giant rock for my finger.
It’s my kid’s birthday, he’s spending it somewhere without me. Hopefully he’s happy and safe and comfortable with his dad. Abe was never a bad dad. Never mean, or abusive or even too neglecting. I’m sure Jasper is safe and warm and fed. I imagine he’s going to kindergarten somewhere—I sure hope he’s in school, anyway.
But he sure as hell never bought me anything. He was a split it down the middle kind of guy right from the beginning. And once we got married, I always paid our bills, even when I was working my a*s off to get through nursing school. He worked construction and spent his money on beer, and pot and eating out at greasy restaurant
