Dear Ex-Wife, Please Love Me Again

7. The cockroach appeared

7. The Cockroach Appeared

Amelia

"So, I need them very early on Saturday. Getting that welcome bonus depends on you guys. Bye."

I hang up the call and toss the phone on the sofa. I'm so excited to make the sketches. I have everything ready, I just need to be in a quiet place and get to work. I'll start with the designs I'll make for Lily. She has always been my model, since she was a baby. The advantage of having a daughter is that you can create very cute things for girls. Unlike my Tony, who won't wear anything but his character print shirts, especially Dragon Ball. Maybe I could design some haute couture orange T-shirts, hahaha.

Since Mrs. Dorantes accepted me for the position, my mood has improved considerably. Now, I am focused on what she asked me to do over the weekend. My mind has been busy ever since, imagining many things I want to capture. I will also make creations for Cony and Angie. They are too beautiful. Unlike me, my friends look like runway models. They are skinny, but with perfect measurements. Tall, long legs, while one is blonde, the other is brunette. I'm the redhead. That's why in high school they used to call us Charlie's Angels, like the old TV show. Needless to say, we were the most popular in school.

I hurry up, picking up the place that from today will become my sanctuary of creations inside the house. I have decided to adapt the small office where JuanLu used to work.

This morning I also took all his things out of here, and they met the same fate as his clothes. The laundry room was waiting for them. Now more than ever I think he is a real wretch, of whom I had no idea what his true personality was. It's been almost a month since the accident and he hasn't bothered to call to ask about his children. Apart from the horrible visit from his mother, it seems that the earth swallowed him up. I wish it had been like that and that it would spit him out on another planet. Well, well, that was extreme. May the earth swallow him up and spit him out in Africa, hahaha. That's closer. I smile at my silly jokes. It gives me a twinge of sadness to remember that the only one who laughed when I told a ridiculous joke was JuanLu.

Even though I don't want to remember him, I can't help but think about everything we lived and shared for fifteen years. We were practically children when we met. I was fourteen and he was fifteen. He didn't even have a beard yet, let alone me, zero boobs. I have so many anecdotes to remember from our past together. But unfortunately, when I want to bring to mind some nice memory, it always ends up being my ex and his new girlfriend in the hospital, while she reminded him of the good times they had together before the accident.

Damn tears, they are too treacherous! But I think it's valid for me to cry, it's been a very short time. I still have a few months for the pain to leave me. Or maybe years. Or maybe never. Who can know?

I shake my head, trying to concentrate on other things. I begin to imagine what I could design for those two beautiful friends of mine. Inspiration soon arrives, while I listen to some good music, so I put on a playlist of eighties rock music on my phone. I have a thermos full of coffee waiting to be drunk in its entirety. My sketchbook and my pencils. I'm ready.

I spend all afternoon drawing lines. There are no interruptions, as my children decided that they would go to sleep at my parents' house so as not to bother me. Although I know that when they are here they lock themselves in their room and are not annoying, I accepted that they go. They are the most understanding children in the world. Slowly, they are getting used to this new normal for our family, now a family of three.

The idea I had at first of leaving this house is no longer an option. I can't take them away from the place they are used to, to take them to where they won't be as comfortable. They've spent the last six years here, and it's a nice neighborhood. No, leaving is not an option. I sigh deeply. I thought this would be the place where JuanLu and I would grow old. But now, the only old lady in this house will be me. Anyway, it's time to focus on something else.

Inspiration comes to me, without my realizing it, it is already night. I stretch a little in the chair, and begin to do some exercises to remove the tiredness from my body. I get up and feel a little hungry. When I'm in the kitchen, preparing something quick to go back to work, the doorbell rings. I stand there for a moment, thinking about who it could be at this hour, but I can't think of anyone, so cautiously I grab the bat that Tony always leaves by the entrance.

I walk slowly, and the first thing I do is look through the peephole to see who is coming at eleven o'clock at night. This is not a visiting hour.

The blood rushes to my head when, behind that door, is the person I least expected. I stand still for a moment, thinking about what to do at this point. I take three breaths, and decide that I must open up. I can't avoid it forever, it's better to face it now. I take courage and open the door.

"Good evening, Amy. I thought you weren't home, but I saw your car parked. I'm sorry to come at this hour, but I just got out of the hospital. I didn't have my phone with me, so I couldn't call the kids. Do you think I could see them for a moment? Please, I need to see them. I miss them so much."

The anguish in his voice and his gaze make me think that maybe what he says could be true, but I'm not sure either. I am too surprised and I don't know what to answer. His absence seemed strange to me, and now I realize that he had a reason, that's why it's strange to me that his mother went to bother my children at school. I must be firm with this man. He needs to put a stop to his mother, the snake.

"Wow! You finally remember you have children when it's been three weeks since you last saw them. And the fact that you had no way to communicate is a bit strange, since just a few days ago, your mother went to bother my children at school, threatening that since I am useless, you will take my children away so as not to give me a dollar, that you will also take the house to give it to her and I don't know how many other things. Forgive me, but I don't believe you. If you want to see them, I advise you to call first, and after the lawyers agree on the visits. Taking advantage of the fact that you came, I remind you of the p*****t of the tuition fees. You are still my husband and you must give us money to support us. And please, as soon as you can, send for all your things. They are in the laundry room. And now, please leave, because I am very busy."

Without giving him time to answer, I slammed the door in his face. Who does this man think he is? Disappearing for so long and coming up with cheap excuses. He must think I was born yesterday.

I'm so angry I can't go on working. I hope inspiration returns tomorrow, or else I won't be able to finish a single sketch. What a way to waste my night.

I decide to vent to the girls, so I send a message to our w******p group chat, Girls, the cockroach appeared! Tomorrow I'll tell you everything, and I turn off my phone.

Pure evil.