I'm equal parts nervous and terrified as sit in parking lot of Hillwood restaurant . Another
feeling is of unbridled excitement . I look into rearview mirror at two little heads my is filled with love and warmth but still I feel a little bit scared.
As I check time in my watch . My heartbeat fastens knowing that He'll be here any second. Will he even acknowledge me today, or will this be more of the same? I felt tears begin to prick the corners of my eyes at the thought but knew they were pointless. No amount of crying is going to turn back the hands of time.
Nothing is going to make this right, I know. My ex is not and has never been the most forgiving being on the planet. And if I'm being honest I wouldn't be so quick to forgive me either if the shoe was on the other foot. Not after the stunt I'd pulled. Something I've regretted every day since but was too late to do anything about now.
You see, one and half years ago I left my husband. There was no explanation given and I didn't even have the spine to do it in person. Just one day he left for work and came home to find divorce papers waiting for him. There was no note, no way of contacting me except through the lawyers who'd been hired.