A Second Chance, Because I Care

“Look, I just hate you, okay?”

Those were my last words to Nathan. Words that I wish I could take back after seeing the success he has become.

Sure, after blowing himself up and being obsessed with Linderman, it was understandable that I wanted to get away from him and his corrupt political life.

Now, though, he resurrected. I mean, that’s like practically Jesus. Could you imagine what the ladies at Church would say?

No more would I have to listen to them gossip about me. “She’s the one that was married to the sleeze ball politician.”

“Those poor kids, being raised by a single mother.”

“I hear she paid three thousand dollars for those eyebrows.”

It was actually only fifteen hundred dollars. But the point is, now if I was with Nathan, they wouldn’t have room to gossip. Instead, they would say, “Did you hear about her husband’s resurrection?”

“She must be really close with God if she’s married to a prophet.”

“Those eyebrows are divine intervention.”

So maybe I should consider letting him back into my life. I mean, I’m sure at heart he’s still the same egotistical jerk he’s always been. People don’t change, especially men.

…but then again Linderman has been out of his life for so long, and he’s even found God. Maybe he is a changed man! I do so terribly miss that chiseled chin of his, those rock hard abs and don’t get me started on what he can do with his elbows!

Perhaps I’ll give him another shot. No more Linderman. No more blonde floozies. No more drinking. I could see it working out. I just hope he’s receptive to the idea. Surely he still yearns to share my bed. Hopefully he’s not resentful of me for having dumped him during his post-explosion healing and post-dead brother grieving stages. The last thing I need right now is the cold shoulder from my reformed sexoholic and alcoholic ex.