My phone has been going off like crazy. I sip on my third glass of wine as I sit on my white sofa. The scene in front of me is surreal. My floor to ceiling windows, which gives me a view of my Olympic size pool and the sky, is all I can see. Can’t believe today is going to be the day I get divorced. I take another sip of my wine as I remember the first time I laid eyes on my future ex-wife…

15 years ago:

            “Kylaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Where the fuck is this girl? I grab another box from the back of the van. I hate moving so much it isn’t even funny. You would think I’d be use to it though right? Right? Wrong!!!! Nope it doesn’t get easier. I still have to leave the life that was in my old home, my schools, everything.

            “Kylaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream again. The worst part is whenever we move I’m always the one stuck moving all the shit. Kyla is always locked in her room crying because she left yet another boyfriend and Christine, my mother, is always with whatever boyfriend we moved for. I don’t know why I’m screaming she’s not coming out to help.

            The box in my hand is getting heaver by the second. Oh my God where is the door. My dad gives this woman too much money. Why can’t we just live in a simple house? I drop the box in the front of our mansion. I look up at my new ‘home’ for the moment. It’s actually smaller than the last. It’s painted white and is about three stories high. It honestly looks like a mini apartment. I shake my head and turn around to head back to the van of boxes.

            “Oh shit!” I say jumping when I see a beautiful blonde standing behind me.

            “Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” she says with a voice that makes my heart drop. I put the hand that was on my heart down not even realizing it was there to begin with and stare into her crystal blue eyes.