Chapter Ten
Mount Me and Skylar go out that Friday. I refrained from leaving my room, lying and saying I wasn’t feeling good. I booted up my laptop one handed and almost bought a ticket home to Park City. It seems like it might be a better option than putting myself through this crap. Maybe some distance wouldn’t make it feel like someone is prying my fingernails off one by one.
She could have her happy white picket fence and I could live my own life. We could remain friends via phone calls and Skype sessions. I’d endure the wedding, the children’s birthday parties all in moderation. Maybe after she became a casualty of the sixty percent divorce rate, I could move in with her and help her care for her kids. Perfect scenario—a little demented and selfish on my part, but she’d still be in
