I want to be with a man I enjoy being with.Someone I share passion and similar interests with, someone I can laugh with.Someone who also wants to create a family.That’s a beautiful thing.
Jake doesn’t seem to want these things.He hasn’t asked me anything or shared his dreams.
Nothing.
Does he understand that at twenty-nine my options of being a mother are flashing before my eyes?Men don’t have the same time limitations.Mother Nature is cruel.
Jake climbs out of bed and heads into the bathroom without saying anything more.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling.Everyone else has figured this out except me.
I look like a fool.
A tear sneaks down the side of my face as I accept what must happen here.
It’s over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JAKE
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Thanksgiving is a fuckingdisaster.
I hurt Caylee.
My father gets so drunk he can’t even piss on his own.
My mother burns the turkey and collapses at the dining room table, crying about Becca.
Blaming dad.
Blaming me.
Telling God he’s an asshole.
