That little minx had this planned all along.
She let out her very telling, ‘I’vebeencaught’giggle as we stand, “just think about it. You two would be good together.”
At first, I thought the patient, doctor confidentiality agreement with my therapist was thrown out the window, then I remembered Emma worked in a pediatric office. She of all people would know what a doctor would recommend for a person with high anxiety, someone with seizures, or in my case, a person diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – raised to the enth degree.
Wouldn’t you know it, Hank came home with me a week later…
One thing about my pigheaded pup; he needed training and I needed guidance. What ultimately broke the camel’s back on my decision ended up being a huge mess we were cleaning for the next month.
Coming home after a long day at the bar, the place pitch black and no dog in sight. Something had to be up. I was running late today, and Ford went to blow off steam at the gym after work.
I quickly found out how much my pup loves shenanigans.
All I wanted to do when I came home was relax for a bit on the couch and watch Houston get their ass kicked by Buffalo, preferably with a beer or two. No liquor for this guy; gotta maintain the good boy owner image.
Unbeknownst to me, Blake went off to a weekend camp and Gavin, a senior in high school, had a date. That left Hank home alone.
Key word.Alone.
Oh God, the fluff was everywhere…
As soon as I walked inside, I knew something was fishy. Hank popped over and greeted me as I flipped on the light, discovering white cottony stuff strewn about my entire living room, up the stairs, and throughout the whole house.
A winter wonderland of stuffing.
I wanted to be mad, I really did. But Hank’s hidden sentiment made it difficult to really touch on that feeling.
My pup obliterated the couch I’d planned to lounge on. There wasn’t an ounce of stuffing left, only springs and wooden framing. This piece was what remained of my ex-fiancée, something I planned on being rid of soon anyway, I mean, I cringed every time I’d sit on it thanks to Shark and his orgy…
That’s a story for another time. *shudders*
My first thought was doing a total update of the living room.Bachelor pad, here we come!Then my sister stopped by after I sent her a picture of what her fur nephew did, and the plan went out the window.
Can’t I get whatever the hell I want?It’s my house after all.
Men want a massive flat screen television, beer in the fridge, and enough seating for the guys when they visit. Maybe a recliner to fall asleep in from time to time. However, Emma was having none of it. She wanted to make sure it held awomen’s touchin case I brought a lady friend over to play.
Pfff. Women. Who needs ‘em?
I’ll be damned if I’m ever settling down. The bachelor life is far less complicated.
_CHAPTER 4 - ALEXANDER_
“Life without experience and sufferings is not life.” – Socrates
_April 2017 – Present Day_
You know I have it bad when Jack Johnson’sBetter Togetherplays on repeat inside my mind each time I see or even think of her.
This so-called bachelor life I wanted for myself flew out the window the second I laid eyes on her. Like a magnet, we are joining together in an unbreakable connection, never wanting to be parted again.
Ever since she played her guitar and sang this song to me, for us, all I can think about is how this life is far greater because of her.
I feel more complete than I have ever been.
Wearebetter together, and my hope is that it will be filled with more of her sweet talents and joy.
My siren calls to me.