“First time since we've met that I'm not celebrating her birthday with her,” or shit like, “I wonder if she's resting on her birthday.”
Bullshit, and it was driving me up the wall.
I understand full well that during that time he was hurting because his marriage had just blown up in his face and he was missing his wife. It's all for the best anyway, because that woman was not good for him.
But I hated the sad person he became. He had started slacking off from work, getting distracted. He did take some time off, but it was very short, like four days. I was the one that pulled him back from the brink.
I worked out with him. Went out to lunch with him. Tried to pull him out of the slump. I'm used to doing that anyway.
Now he's in a much better place.
It's been two years since he last saw ‘Gabby’, at least to my knowledge, and it's only been a few months ago that he really seems to be pulling out of the funk. I mean, outside of him being busy.
Auralis is going to change life for all of us.
The unit is going to cost $179,000.
Before Auralis, Lincoln was making,withovertime, around $140,000 per year.
I was making $74,000.
That's some good dollars on the crest.
That means Lincoln and I are both going to be making double what we were, even though I’m an assistant trainee. Since I work alongside Lincoln and am very instrumental to Auralis’s success, I'd be kept on, and it was nice of Lincoln to say that I was needed. Now my pay is bumped up to almost $100,000 per year.
Things can't be good for little miss ex-wife if she's here working at a restaurant.
Honestly, I thought that Lincoln’s ex-wife was going to rape him for everything he was worth, but from what Lincoln said, she barely took anything in terms of money. Pretty stupid. If I had been in her shoes and my man cheated on me, I would have taken him for everything he had. Honestly, I would have made sure I had a little dirt on him too, to make sure he stayed under my thumb and in control.
Lincoln and I haven’t put a title on what we are or what our relationship is at the moment, but I’m well aware, or at least Ifeel, that Lincoln is mine. And when it’s made official, whenever he decides to get off his ass and do so, I’ll be damned if I let another bitch take my man.
That only happened because Gabrielle allowed that to happen. She’s the one who pushed Lincoln away, so honestly seeing her work at the restaurant is kind of hilarious.
Let’s see how ungrateful she is when she realizes how she fumbled having a good man by her side, nagging at shit that didn’t matter.
Where is Lincoln anyway?
He went to the bathroom, but he’s taking a long time.
Tired of waiting, I stand and head to the bathroom. Lincoln is there, his back to the wall as if he’s waiting.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
He looks up, not even looking shocked. “I was waiting.”
“For the bathroom?”
“For Gabrielle.”
“Why? I thought you guys said everything you needed to say to each other.”
“You realize she's my ex-wife right?”
“Yes Lincoln I'm not stupid. But the key word is ex. She left you. Remember,” I ask, losing my patience.
“There's no rule that says we can't speak with each other.”
“Yes I understand that but it’s kind of rude because you're here with me. You left me at the table alone,” my voice climbs a bit.
