Housewife Gone Wild

The open–air restaurant at night had a dreamy vibe. The warm ambient lights wrappert everyone in a gentle, cory glow,

Zachary walked over with a smile, looking at me politely. “M. Hallman said he didn’t want to cook at home alone, so fimited him to join us. I hope yo don’t mind, Ms. Murphy”

I knew Zachary and Melissa were always the first to look out for me, and I really liked how they made me feel respected. I glanced at Nathan, and he gave

me a nod.

When there were other people around, Nathan actually know how to keep his distance, I would give him credit for that

After that, we started ordering food. Nathan and Zachary chatted about work, while Melissa shared some wild stories from her side. Finally, Nathan looked at me and asked, “How have you been lately?”

I smiled and said, “Tim doing alright”

Nathan’s eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment

I knew exactly what he was feeling, but I wasn’t about to give a guy hope or promises I couldn’t deliver.

Nathan really was a good guy, but this was his first marriage. Because he was so decent, I wanted him to be happy. If he couldn’t find love with me, then he deserved to go find his next chance at happiness.

Maybe he’d meet someone he liked even more, get married, and start a family–instead of waiting around, lost and hopeless, for me to get divorced.

Halfway through dinner, Jared called and asked if i

my end, and when I picked up,

honestly, “I’m having dinner

you coming home

and Jared had been way too clingy lately. So I just told him I wasn’t coming home and would be staying at my

a couple of seconds, then asked, “Are you

Jared went quiet

that if we lived apart for two years, the divorce would go through faster. But two years?

divorce.” As I stared into the endless night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that until this

of nowhere. Aber a few beats, he replied, “Let’s talk

hung up

air, just luck there, not going up or down, leaving me feeling all kinds of restless

one who wanted a divorce, and I was the one who

was the one asking for it, and he just kept hemming and hawing, refusing to give me

ssing with me.

back to the table, Nathan

me to