Bittersweet Melody (The Bittersweet Symphony Duet, #2.5)

by Kate Stewart

“Jr, listen, the only thing my son can’t live without is in tears in front of me.

Sure, every marriage is unique, but you’re still both going to break promises, protect each other, and sometimes gut each other. You’re going to fall apart and come back together. Maybe even consider divorce a time or two, or twenty, and it’s just the fucking journey of marriage. The question you need to ask yourself is, when is it too much? When do you walk away? If you can answer that, then you know all you need to.”

“Go,” Mom urges. “Be young and make mistakes. Guess what. Old people do, too. I’m making one right now by ordering another drink. I’ll probably piss your father off twice before midnight. Tomorrow we’ll still be married.”

“Jesus, there’s not a woman alive that will ever compare to you. Not ever.”

when you think you’ve pushed me too far, or this space threatens to get in our way again, is ‘when will I walk away?’ The answer is always going to be the same…never.”

“they hurt my wife and almost took a piece of her, and I’m not fucking okay with that.”

“I just want you to know that I don’t remember a time when you ever let me down. When you were never really there for me when I truly needed you because you were. So, if you missed a little league game or two, it meant fuck all to me because you were there. You’re a part of the best and most significant memories I have. And if and when we have a child of our own, I hope to fucking God that I’m half the husband and father you were and are.” I swallow repeatedly. “I just wanted to tell you that.”