My older man, Mr. Brown, had just gotten drunk and spent the evening with his partner and two escorts that his partner had brought along. He knew I was upset, but he had too much to drink, so I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I helped him get back to the hotel so that he could go to bed.
After I dropped Mr. Brown off, I just wanted to grab a bite to eat and spend some time with my daughters. I also wanted to talk to them about how they felt about my relationship with Mr. Brown, who also happened to be my boss.
They could tell I was very upset about the situation. My oldest daughter looked at me and said, “I’m so hungry mom. Let’s just go get something to eat and you can forget about him for a while. Let him take a nap, and you can talk to him later.” My daughters were not very old, but were obviously very wise.
We were unfamiliar with most of the restaurants and shops in the area. I used the GPS in my car to find the closest place me and my girls could get a bite and unwind—it was Chuck E. Cheese’s. I knew they would have fun and feel comfortable to talk to me without feeling like I was forcing them to open up. We ordered a pizza and got some arcade tokens and, for the first time, I got a glimpse of what it was like to spend time as a mom with her two girls. I knew that I was currently single, even though Mr. Brown and I had gotten pretty serious, and in that moment, I felt that maybe I could take care of the girls by myself.
We played a few games and when it was time for our food to come, we sat down. I looked at my cell phone, hoping that Mr. Brown had called, but he hadn’t. My oldest looked at me and asked if I was OK. I told her I was fine; I was just waiting to see if their grandma had called, even though she knew what I was really doing. I looked at them and asked how they were feeling since me and their dad had separated, and the answer I got was a huge shock.
Both of my girls said that they were extremely happy that I found someone who treated me well and took care of me, far better than their dad did. My youngest told me she would always love her dad, and he was a great father and provider for them, but that he did not treat me like I deserved to be treated. I started crying as I was trying to eat my pizza, because I never wanted my girls to feel like I was putting them in a situation that would make them uncomfortable or unhappy. That’s all I ever wanted, for myself and my girls to be taken care of and to be provided for the best way possible. I worked so hard and furthered my education and career so that I would be able to take care of my kids on my own if I had to. I told my girls that I was happy that they approved of me and Mr. Brown’s relationship.
We ended up giving each other huge hugs and kisses, and I told my kids that I would love them every day. We went back to playing skee-ball and other games before I finally got a text message—it was Mr. Brown telling me he wanted me to come back to the hotel ASAP. He was really sorry and he wanted to talk. I knew it was coming and I made sure to text him back and let him know that he owed me, BIG TIME!