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taking the class with them. I knew he was tutoring a girl named Adrian, and he certainly seemed to spend a lot of time helping her figure out equations. I was worried that he might be my future ex, and she might be the why.
    “I’d, like, totally bang that professor,” said a girl sitting next to me. 
    I turned my head to look at her and couldn’t help noticing that she was wearing more paint than the average mural. “Good luck with that one.”
    The girl laughed, entirely unaware of my hidden meaning.
    After class, I saw a brunette stroking his arm. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen his students trying to earn a little extra credit, and it infuriated me. I marched down the stairs of to confront him. “Hi, hon’ . Is this Adrian?” I asked, tapping his shoulder. “The girl you’ve been...tutoring?” I said, none too please that my tone was dripping with pathetic jealousy. 
    She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m Kim.”
    “Um... I’m Adrian,” said someone from behind me.
    I turned and cast my gaze on a guy, in his young twenties.
    “The professor’s been helping me a lot.”
    “Oh,” I said, utterly embarrassed. My cheeks turned red, and I hurried out of the classroom. I dropped a pencil on the way out but didn’t even bother to stop to pick it up.
    A few minutes later, Tom called me on my cell phone. “What the hell was that?”
    “I-I don’t know. I’m sorry. I just—”
    “Morgan, I can’t have my wife jumping every coed in my class.”
    “Well, I can’t have you jumping on any coeds either!” I fumed.
    “You have to stop acting like a jealous maniac.”
    “I didn’t jump anyone. I asked very calmly.”
    “I’ve gotta go,” he said, then hung up on me. 

Chapter 6
    M y best friend, Juliet, and I took the kids to the park. It was nice to see them so carefree, having an absolute blast.
    “Love your haircut,” I said.
    “Thanks. Sophie’s so good at makeovers. She did my makeup, too, really made my brown eyes pop.”
    Sophie had cut Juliet’s hair, and now her formerly long, black mane hung just a few inches past her shoulder. It was the cutest cut and looked so stylish, a perfect fit for her.
    She gripped my arm. “Oh, and I got some more ink too.”
    “Another tattoo? You didn’t.”
    “Sure did.”
    “Where?”
    She lifted her shirt a little, revealing her left side. “It’s a cherry blossom tree, but don’t worry. It’s my last one.”
    “That’s nice, but I really love the tattoo on your back,” I said, recalling where the word “dream” was scrolled across her flesh in red.
    “Yeah, it’s pretty cool too.”
    As the kids played, we talked about everything and caught each other up on all the juiciest, latest gossip. I told her about my huge blunder with Adrian, and that only led us into the tedious topic of my messed-up marriage.
    “I had no idea when he slipped his finger into that ring that he’d eventually stop sliding things anywhere. I didn’t expect to end up celibate,” I said.
    “Hmm. I never woulda thought so either. Maybe you should get him one of those little blue pills. He has a lot of making up to do, so one of those four-hour erections might serve you well,” she said with a coy smile and a wink, whispering so the kids wouldn’t hear.
    I crossed my arms and shook my head. “I wish it were that simple. Tom claims impotents or E.D. is not his problem.” So many thoughts plagued my mind as I spoke to my friend. Should I get out? Am I afraid of divorce? What’s keeping me with him? Am I some sort of loser, a failure? Can I handle being a single mom? Can I really do it, financially and otherwise, raise my beautiful twins on my own? Would that even be fair to them? “I guess it’s like my mom always says,” I said, sighing. “I’ve just gotta grin and bear it, even if I’m painfully lonely for the rest of my life.”
    “You don’t have to give up so easily, Morgan. I’m sure there’s somebody out there for you, someone who can touch