then, and so was she. They used to sit for hours on his parent’s porch, just swinging away. She doubted if that swing could hold both of them now. Neal acting silly, cracking corny jokes.
“Tasha, what you have when you got nuts on your corn?” Corn nuts? “What about nuts on your wall?” Walnuts? “Okay, how ‘bout nuts on your chin?” Chin nuts? “Noooo!” She never quite understood that one, but he’d laugh himself sick every time.
Neal and she would take walks, hand-in-hand, admiring the trees, the clouds, the flowers, everything; so happy just being together. He was fascinated with her job, thought her being a policewoman was incredible. Naturally she wanted to impress him.
“Tasha, you beat up five guys single-handedly? Jesus! And you didn’t get a scratch? You’re something else!”
Neal’s brother told him she was exaggerating. No, she was flat out lying. Yet she would have said anything just to see that big smile spread across Neal’s face.
When she told him she’d signed him up for a ride-along, he went wild, jumping up and down like a five-year-old in line at the circus.
“Do I get to carry a gun?” No!
Didn’t much happen, crime-wise. “Tasha, when does the drama start?”
She didn’t have the heart to tell him that the majority of time she sat around waiting for something to happen. Neal had expected drama. So she drove to the quarry out by Sweet Home, miles outside of her jurisdiction, and parked between two dump trucks.
“You want drama, Neal?”
“There’s nothing here but gravel.”
She kissed him. “TLC drama, Neal.”
How long were they there? An hour? Two? Their first time, though she hadn’t planned to go that far, in the backseat of a cruiser. He took his time, kissing, talking, caressing; none of that tap-zap-nap crap he fell into a habit of doing after they were married.
What went wrong? How could two people madly in love, just head over heels with each other, go so miserably wrong? Was it simply because he wouldn’t work? Maybe, maybe not.
Was it me?
A little bit, she guessed. If she hadn’t believed all the things he’d promised; if she hadn’t expected so much from him. Neal wasn’t working when they first met, a clue to his future work habits.
Neal sincerely believed he would one day wake up rich.
“I’ll be a millionaire soon, Tasha. You’ll never have to work again.”
“I don’t mind working.”
“You’ll have a choice. Work or don’t, it’ll be up to you.”
Some choice. If she hadn’t worked they would have starved.
I still love him. I can’t deny that. The man has his faults, but I still love him.
What if she tried marriage again, one more go at it? After all, the man practically lived with her. The only difference between now and then, she could tell him to leave. Tasha well knew that the current situation was not fair to Neal… and Derrick . And what would Derrick think when he grows up? You can divorce anytime and still live together.
So why did she divorce him?
Because he got on my nerves! And if I remarry him, he’ll probably get on my nerves again, and a few months down the road I’ll be mad at the world, wondering why I remarried Neal Montgomery. Yes, but I’m mad at the world now. I’m just not sure who to blame it on.
A song playing on the radio caught her attention. She turned the volume up. Tina Turner’s melodic alto voice vibrated the dash.
I wish it was true, Tina. Love has
“Tasha, what you have when you got nuts on your corn?” Corn nuts? “What about nuts on your wall?” Walnuts? “Okay, how ‘bout nuts on your chin?” Chin nuts? “Noooo!” She never quite understood that one, but he’d laugh himself sick every time.
Neal and she would take walks, hand-in-hand, admiring the trees, the clouds, the flowers, everything; so happy just being together. He was fascinated with her job, thought her being a policewoman was incredible. Naturally she wanted to impress him.
“Tasha, you beat up five guys single-handedly? Jesus! And you didn’t get a scratch? You’re something else!”
Neal’s brother told him she was exaggerating. No, she was flat out lying. Yet she would have said anything just to see that big smile spread across Neal’s face.
When she told him she’d signed him up for a ride-along, he went wild, jumping up and down like a five-year-old in line at the circus.
“Do I get to carry a gun?” No!
Didn’t much happen, crime-wise. “Tasha, when does the drama start?”
She didn’t have the heart to tell him that the majority of time she sat around waiting for something to happen. Neal had expected drama. So she drove to the quarry out by Sweet Home, miles outside of her jurisdiction, and parked between two dump trucks.
“You want drama, Neal?”
“There’s nothing here but gravel.”
She kissed him. “TLC drama, Neal.”
How long were they there? An hour? Two? Their first time, though she hadn’t planned to go that far, in the backseat of a cruiser. He took his time, kissing, talking, caressing; none of that tap-zap-nap crap he fell into a habit of doing after they were married.
What went wrong? How could two people madly in love, just head over heels with each other, go so miserably wrong? Was it simply because he wouldn’t work? Maybe, maybe not.
Was it me?
A little bit, she guessed. If she hadn’t believed all the things he’d promised; if she hadn’t expected so much from him. Neal wasn’t working when they first met, a clue to his future work habits.
Neal sincerely believed he would one day wake up rich.
“I’ll be a millionaire soon, Tasha. You’ll never have to work again.”
“I don’t mind working.”
“You’ll have a choice. Work or don’t, it’ll be up to you.”
Some choice. If she hadn’t worked they would have starved.
I still love him. I can’t deny that. The man has his faults, but I still love him.
What if she tried marriage again, one more go at it? After all, the man practically lived with her. The only difference between now and then, she could tell him to leave. Tasha well knew that the current situation was not fair to Neal… and Derrick . And what would Derrick think when he grows up? You can divorce anytime and still live together.
So why did she divorce him?
Because he got on my nerves! And if I remarry him, he’ll probably get on my nerves again, and a few months down the road I’ll be mad at the world, wondering why I remarried Neal Montgomery. Yes, but I’m mad at the world now. I’m just not sure who to blame it on.
A song playing on the radio caught her attention. She turned the volume up. Tina Turner’s melodic alto voice vibrated the dash.
I wish it was true, Tina. Love has
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