We had a two-hour drive back home, and we were reminiscing about things like when we used to live together and life before we were married.
Then when we were arriving home, he said, "I'm a very patient person and I will wait; I just hope at some point, you'll give us another shot because it would be really great." When we got back to the house, I invited him to sleep in my room.
One afternoon, when I was pregnant with our second child, James*, I was upstairs in our bedroom while Kim was napping.One night, we went to dinner and then I took him to the dance studio where I do ballroom dancing.We don't want the kids to know though, so it's like, "I'll meet you at the parking lot around the corner in five minutes!Like one time I remember, when they went to "drop off the trash" — because we were in a rural area of New England and didn't have garbage pickup — and they were gone for two hours. "After I caught them, I didn't move out right away.When they finally got back, I was like, "Where were you guys? I wanted to try and convince Brian to end it with Sarah, and I spent months battling with the two of them.I went downstairs to check on the laundry, and when I walked into the room, I saw Brian going down on my best friend.Sarah was sitting on the washing machine with her pants around her ankles, and Brian was going at it.Since we got divorced, the kids spend half the week with me and then half the week with Brian.It was awful when I first left because James was only a few months old and I was nursing.Brian had just quit his job and I was pregnant with our first child.We figured we would stay with them until Brian could find a job again, and then we would move out. It seemed like a hunky-dory idea, Sarah and Dan, me and Brian — the four of us living happily together, under one roof.