something to scribble on.
“Do you know the owners?” I ask, hoping he does. A house like this won’t be for rent for long. I only hope that the rent isn’t insanely high, which is a pretty good possibility. But as I look around the neighborhood and spy all the children safely playing outside without a care in the world, I know this would be far better for Liam than the stuffy condo complex filled with seasonal snow bird seniors and no kids at all.
“I do. They are landscaping clients of mine.” he winks at me. “I could give them a call if you want.” I am unsure if it is a good idea or not. I mean, what happens if things don’t work out and he actually helps me get this house. Would this cause bad blood between us or even with my future landlords? Ugh!
The more I think about it, the more I look around and see the smiling faces of all the kids. Jackson or not, this house is exactly what Liam needs. It isn’t about me, it is about my son being the happiest little boy he can. What he deserves. Because if Colin and I were still together, this is the kind of house he would still be able to live in all the time instead of bouncing from condo to condo for visitations.
“Yes, that would be great. Just give them my name and number.”
I type out a text to Callie and hope she has the time to come and see me today.
Be at my house at 2? Okay?
Then I type out a message to Colin. We need to talk about everything that happened this weekend. I know he may try and use this against me, but I am trying to take the damn high road when it comes to co-parenting with him. Even if I hate every second of it.
Bring Liam home early tonight. I have to talk to you about something that happened this weekend. I’ll make something for us all to eat. K?
I check through all my work emails and know that I am going to have a night full of work once Liam is in bed. But, whatever. The more I hustle, the more comfortable we will be able to live. My phone buzzes and I look down to see Colin’s name.
As long as you make your fried chicken.
I laugh and remember back to a time when we weren’t always at each other’s throat. When I enjoyed cooking him his favorite meals, fried chicken included.
As long as you aren’t a dick. ;)
Looks like I will have to hit up the grocery store to keep the peace.
Instead of replying like a normal person, Callie shows up a few minutes after two. Boxes are strewn all over the condo, and I am sitting in the middle of the living room floor on my laptop clicking through my Spotify playlist for something to groove to.
“What the hell is going on?” Callie asks while she walks into my tornado of a house.
“Moving.” I say with a clipped tone.
“Why?” she asks with a confused look on her face.
“Notice the new front door?” I ask.
“Yeah. What’s with that?” her confusion growing.
“Yeah. Someone kicked my door in and trashed my condo last night. I am done here. I don’t feel safe, so I am going to start looking for a new home this week. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if I was home, let alone if Liam was here. I just can’t put us in that position anymore.”
“So, let me get this straight. Someone kicked your door in yesterday and trashed the house. What did they steal? Wait. You weren’t home? Where were you?” The barrage of questions begins. I stop what I am doing and turn to Callie to lay it all out on the line for her.
“So, remember Jackson from the other night? I went out on his boat with him yesterday. I got a call from Paul after the alarm company couldn’t get ahold of me. Someone kicked in the door, smashed the flowers Wesley had sent me and ransacked my room. Oh, and left a creepy note. So yeah, I am getting the F out of this condo.” She looks at me like a deer in headlights. Her eyes dart around the condo, looking for evidence of the break in even though there is none left.
“Well, I guess I don’t blame you for that. With it just being you and
“Do you know the owners?” I ask, hoping he does. A house like this won’t be for rent for long. I only hope that the rent isn’t insanely high, which is a pretty good possibility. But as I look around the neighborhood and spy all the children safely playing outside without a care in the world, I know this would be far better for Liam than the stuffy condo complex filled with seasonal snow bird seniors and no kids at all.
“I do. They are landscaping clients of mine.” he winks at me. “I could give them a call if you want.” I am unsure if it is a good idea or not. I mean, what happens if things don’t work out and he actually helps me get this house. Would this cause bad blood between us or even with my future landlords? Ugh!
The more I think about it, the more I look around and see the smiling faces of all the kids. Jackson or not, this house is exactly what Liam needs. It isn’t about me, it is about my son being the happiest little boy he can. What he deserves. Because if Colin and I were still together, this is the kind of house he would still be able to live in all the time instead of bouncing from condo to condo for visitations.
“Yes, that would be great. Just give them my name and number.”
I type out a text to Callie and hope she has the time to come and see me today.
Be at my house at 2? Okay?
Then I type out a message to Colin. We need to talk about everything that happened this weekend. I know he may try and use this against me, but I am trying to take the damn high road when it comes to co-parenting with him. Even if I hate every second of it.
Bring Liam home early tonight. I have to talk to you about something that happened this weekend. I’ll make something for us all to eat. K?
I check through all my work emails and know that I am going to have a night full of work once Liam is in bed. But, whatever. The more I hustle, the more comfortable we will be able to live. My phone buzzes and I look down to see Colin’s name.
As long as you make your fried chicken.
I laugh and remember back to a time when we weren’t always at each other’s throat. When I enjoyed cooking him his favorite meals, fried chicken included.
As long as you aren’t a dick. ;)
Looks like I will have to hit up the grocery store to keep the peace.
Instead of replying like a normal person, Callie shows up a few minutes after two. Boxes are strewn all over the condo, and I am sitting in the middle of the living room floor on my laptop clicking through my Spotify playlist for something to groove to.
“What the hell is going on?” Callie asks while she walks into my tornado of a house.
“Moving.” I say with a clipped tone.
“Why?” she asks with a confused look on her face.
“Notice the new front door?” I ask.
“Yeah. What’s with that?” her confusion growing.
“Yeah. Someone kicked my door in and trashed my condo last night. I am done here. I don’t feel safe, so I am going to start looking for a new home this week. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if I was home, let alone if Liam was here. I just can’t put us in that position anymore.”
“So, let me get this straight. Someone kicked your door in yesterday and trashed the house. What did they steal? Wait. You weren’t home? Where were you?” The barrage of questions begins. I stop what I am doing and turn to Callie to lay it all out on the line for her.
“So, remember Jackson from the other night? I went out on his boat with him yesterday. I got a call from Paul after the alarm company couldn’t get ahold of me. Someone kicked in the door, smashed the flowers Wesley had sent me and ransacked my room. Oh, and left a creepy note. So yeah, I am getting the F out of this condo.” She looks at me like a deer in headlights. Her eyes dart around the condo, looking for evidence of the break in even though there is none left.
“Well, I guess I don’t blame you for that. With it just being you and
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