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Something about the mixture of marijuana and tequila did strange things to my mind.
didn’t get the typical munchies or surfer-dude vibes. Things got hazy, nothing stayed in focus, and my memory took a hit.
Hazel knew I’d always had a crush on Jackson. Everyone knew, except for the man himself.
I was twenty-six years old. I had kissed one man, after which he’d forgotten. I’d never had a boyfriend or sex. I’d never been in love.
All because I’d been waiting for Jackson Page.
didn’t want to be ridiculous anymore. I’d made the decision weeks ago to give up on him, but it hadn’t really hit me until now. If I didn’t move on—if I didn...
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I saw this today and it made me laugh. Thought you might like it too. Jackson
Craftsman Boat For Sale. Like New. $9,000. Girlfriend Pregnant. Wife Pissed. Need Cash for Lawyer.
lol!!!!!!!!!!!
It wasn’t a big thing but had made me laugh.
“Do you have any idea how long I’d been waiting for you to notice me? How many times I’d walked into the bar and wished you’d finally just see me? Then you did and I was so happy. And then you forgot.”
It’s mortifying. The first person to ever kiss me forgot.”
he staggered backward a couple of inches. “The first?”
I nodded, tears filling my eyes. I hadn’t meant to let that slip, but it was out there now along with everything else. “I’m not bold. Or daring. But you . . . you were my risk. I put myself out there for you and i...
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Was it? Yes, I wanted to be with Jackson. But I could use a few more dates and some time with Jackson to work out my nerves. Was I ready yet? Now? “No.”
“Look at me,” he ordered, gently forcing my gaze to his. “You drive the boat. How fast or slow we go is up to you. Okay, Captain?”
He stared at me like he was trying to memorize my face. Like he was
already preparing for me to walk away.
In time, he’d see I wasn’t going anywhere. We just needed more breakfasts together and more night...
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where he’d wake me up with a kiss before sli...
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I turned to see a woman walking across the room.
likely in her late fifties, judging by the fine lines on her face and the gray sprinkled through her dark blond hair.
Her black leather jacket was covering an old Rolling Stones tee, one that looked as if she’d gotten it from an actual concert.
“I’m actually lookin’ for someone. Heard he worked here.”
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled as Thea’s face changed.
The woman didn’t get a chance to answer as Jackson stepped out from the back.
entire body went rigid except for one arm that lifted and pointed right toward the door as he bellowed,
How many years was it going to take to erase this woman’s face from my memory?
My mother didn’t look much different now than she had the day she’d left me
But her voice was the same. It sounded exactly like it had the day she’d left me with my aunt, telling me I’d be happy there.
She must have had some kind of sixth sense to know I was actually happy, so she’d come to ruin it.
She didn’t move. “You look good, Son. Grew up to look a lot like your granddaddy. But you got my eyes.”
went wired as Willa and Thea realized this woman was my mother.
spent a lot of time tracking you down.” She smile...
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“I need to talk to you about somethin’.”
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
“You heard him.” Thea cut her off with an angry snarl.
My shy Willa, ready to throw down against my shitty mother.
Why was Mom here? Why now? What could she possibly want?
We were still having fun. I’d delay a serious conversation for just a little while longer. Then I’d let her go.
But it was right to let her go. Eventually.
She deserved a guy who could love her like she deserved.
hated that because of her, he didn’t trust anyone. It was her fault that he’d closed off his heart.
The car was a hell of a lot nicer than the one I remembered from my childhood.
I guess when you got rid of your kid, your expenses
dropped and you could afford a ne...
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told me not to forget my backpack.”
I’d forget about that scared little boy who stood outside the social services building all day
Absolutely heartbreaking! This made me cry!!!
worker came outside to ask if he was lost.
Lost came later as I moved from foster house to foster house, never once finding a home. All because this woman had things to take care of.
She wasn’t sorry. She didn’t care. There would be no answer for me today.
