Chapter 43. Prepared

I had a good dream last night, and my body ached like a bitch, but it didn’t hurt at all. I had little hope that I would see Atticus when I woke up.

Talk about a Disney dream. I dreamt that he was fast asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around me as if he was afraid I would be stolen from him if he let go of me.

I didn’t want to wake up from the dream where he was happy to see my face and where he littered my face with kisses, and I didn’t mind his morning breath. It was my fantasy life, and I knew it was close to coming true.

I knew some people would argue that I was acting like a pathetic loser betting my all to make my husband love me, but who wouldn’t? Would you stay in a marriage without love, or would you be happy to see him fuck around?

To me, it was better if I tried to be happy since I wasn't getting a divorce. I would never want my dad to be disappointed in me. I have to remind myself that I was here because of Dad, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t