Chapter 30. The Article

So, I may or may not have spent the entire nine days my husband was away mapping out a plan on how to get him to pay more attention to me and me alone and guess what amazing plan I came up with? Nothing.

It wasn’t that I didn’t come up with anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I had come up with a billion plans, and I was starting to look like a federal agent about to carry out an important task, so why did I have nothing in the end? It was because I liked none of the plans.

With every plan I had come up with, the other part of me had managed to find something wrong with it. Either it was not well detailed enough, felt like a route to total failure, or I felt it made me look pathetic and like an attention whore.

So now I lay on my bed, my mind reeling from the aftermath of being stressed to its limit without a plan, and my husband was due home in five hours. I scanned my head through the various plans that I had previously made to see if there was one appr