Me and my wife Linda just divorced, it was kind of nasty.
But to be honest, I’m glad it’s over.
We didn’t have kids, and I’m thankful for that, we would’ve fought for them as well.
But don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have some one day, just with the right woman, you know?
I left her the house, she left me my ring.
I obviously had to move out so I decided to go back to my mom’s house in the meantime, you know, before I get back on my feet.
I lived pretty far off from where I grew up, had to catch a plane actually.
Been a while since I saw my sister anyway, last time I saw her she was eight, now eighteen, I knew it would’ve been a shock let me tell you.

I got home, well, my mother’s home, at around eleven in the morning.
I was tired as hell when I knocked on the door.
My sister was still at school so obviously, she wasn’t there to meet me when I got home, but my mom sure was.
She opened the door and just smiled at me, standing there in the doorway.
I’m usually not a very emotional man, something my ex wife kept bringing up but, my eyes flooded with tears when I saw my mother.
I did keep contact with my mother in the past ten years, but only on the phone and the Internet.
I haven’t seen her in so long, and going back to see her in the house I grew in… I guess the shock was too great for me to contain.
My luggages fell on the floor and I went and hugged my mom.
She hugged me right back.
We cried in each other’s arms for what seemed forever and then she finally spoke…

“God Michael, I’m so happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to be here too mom.”
I said, chocking a little.

“I’m sorry for the divorce honey.”

“Me too… But life can be a bitch.”

“Don’t I know it.
I know how a divorce can be painful Michael, but I’m here if you need to talk about it.
Is there anything you want?”

“Well, let me in, for one.”
I said, snickering.

She laughed at that and tried to help me with my luggage but I said that I got it.
I got in and she showed me to my room, which was bare except for a bed and a desk with a lamp on it.
The emptiness of the room reminded me a bit too much of my divorce and the fact that I just lost everything, but I didn’t say, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“I know it ain’t much but, we don’t all have your bank account.”
She said with a smile.
And to be honest, it was true, I wasn’t what you’d call rich, but being a college professor, it did pay the bills.

“Your sister can’t wait to see you, she’s so excited.”

“I am too to be honest.”
And that was true as well.

I tried to get familliar with my room.
I put some of my clothes in the drawers of the dresser and got my shoes off and laid them next to my bed, something I have been doing since I was a kid.

Me and my mother talked for about two hours after I got out of my room.
We sat down at the kitchen table and drank some coffee, a habit I tried to kick some years ago but never seemed to beat completely.
We talked about the divorce, Christina, my sister, and what I’ve been up to since the last time I spoke to her, which was four months ago.
After two hours, I was getting tired and I needed a nap.

“Mom, is it OK if I go lay down a bit, the flight was a long one and I haven’t been sleeping well in the past few days, with the fights with my ex and all.”

“Oh of course honey, you know the way, it’s the same room as it was when you were growing up, with just less posters.”
She laughed.

“Yeah, I ain’t a kid anymore, I don’t think you’ll get home again and see something that’s gonna shock you again any time soon.”
I laughed myself.

My mother hugged me again and after letting me go she got close to me and said…

“Well, I need to go to work in an hour, so, if you get up and I’m already gone, there’s food in the fridge, you can cook something for yourself and Christina for dinner.”

“OK mom, and… Thanks again.”

“Ah you don’t need to thank me honey, I’m your mom and it’s my job to take care of my baby.”

“I’m not a baby anymore mom, I mean, I was married for a while.”

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek and let me go to bed.
I didn’t even took my clothes off, I just crashed and burned.
I had an uninterrupted sleep for seven hours straight, four more hours that I’ve had in the past two and a half months.

I woke up to the sound of a brat whispering to my ear.
Christina was back from school and have been waiting for me to get up.
She was on her knees beside the bed, her elbows propped up on the bed, her hands cupping her chin and just looking at me sleep.
That was kinda cute…