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sixty days, the way I see it. Sixty days to make you see what a mistake this is.”
    She sinks down the wall until she’s sitting, “You’re really going to fight me? You want to go before a judge to settle this?”
    I nod, “If that’s what it takes. In the meantime, be prepared to see a lot of me, baby. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Get out, David.”
    I push the anger down and try to lighten the mood, “So, I guess you’re taking a raincheck on sex tonight or is that still on the table?”
    Her mouth falls open in shock and I grin at her, even though smiling is the last thing I feel like doing. “Should I alert the media that I’ve rendered Beth Greene speechless?”
    She frowns at me, but her gaze is heated and I know I’ve gotten through to her, at least physically. “Good night, David. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.”
    When I get back to the hotel, I immediately reach for the bottle of Pendleton. I’m ready to get lost in the bottle when I think of her words. I’ve got to change . I can’t numb myself to this anymore. As much as it’s going to suck, I need sobriety to fix all of this and get her back. I dump the rest of the bottle down the bathroom sink and prepare for the hangover from fucking hell.

 
    It’s been a long, emotionally exhausting day. I thought seeing Jess and David was stressful enough, but then Landon popped up by my car. It would be a severe understatement to say that I was emotionally tapped out by the time I managed to get into my car to leave. Of course, because it’s my life, it couldn’t end there. Fate couldn’t let me enjoy the rest of my day in peace, no sir.
    I’d just about gotten my blood pressure back into a normal range and was jamming out to some Taylor Swift on the radio when it happened. The music cut off abruptly due to an incoming call…from my mother. You know, after the car wreck, she made no attempt to reach out to me. Maybe I deserved that, I had thrown her under a bus to keep my sins a secret after all. On the other hand, it was like a breath of fresh air to not have my every move scrutinized.
    “Hi Mom.” I answer with a cheeriness that I certainly do not feel.
    “Elizabeth. I was working in the front flower bed this morning when Jean stopped by with the newspaper. Would you like to guess what she showed me?” Her tone is clipped and I feel as though I’m back to being eight years-old, scolded for breaking a piece of china.
    “I can’t imagine what it could be, mother.” She hasn’t bothered to pick up a phone and check on me in over six weeks. I’m not giving her what she wants that easily.
    There’s silence for a couple of seconds and then my mother shrieks into the phone, “Do not play games with me, Elizabeth Marie! You filed for divorce from David?
    I have to turn the car’s volume down in an effort to save what’s left of my hearing.
    “Oh, that. Yeah, I filed for divorce.” I’m going straight to Hell.
    “Why? Why in God’s name would you throw away a marriage to a man who has put up with so much from you? Is this because of that other guy? Are you divorcing David to be with him? I raised you better than this, Elizabeth!”
    Because I have no shame at this point, I begin laughing and it takes me a minute to collect myself so that I can answer her. “No, I am not divorcing David so that I can be with ‘that other guy.’ It just didn’t work out.”
    I debate on whether or not to tell her the truth, but then I remember, again, that this is the same woman who couldn’t be bothered to see if her only child was okay after the car accident. Even her busybody of a best friend, Jean, at least sent flowers.
    “I don’t recognize you anymore, Elizabeth. This behavior is too much. And what will people think when they find out? This—”
    I cut her off with what sounds very much like a snarl, “You don’t recognize me? That’s fanfuckingtastic! You wanna know why? Because I don’t recognize