I Hope The Wait Was Worth It …
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They say there’s a fine line between love and hate. Ours was a mile wide. To put it bluntly, my life sucked. When I finally got up the courage to divorce my jerk of a husband, never in a million years did I imagine his prick of an attorney would gain him full custody of my daughter. And my ex made it as difficult as possible on me every single time.My scant two weekend visits per month killed me.So imagine my shock when said attorney’s name appeared at the top of the list at the in-patient substance abuse clinic where I worked as a counselor.
My list.
The first thing that occurred was I completely lost my Zen. Then my blood boiled. Then his chart flew across the room and slammed into the wall. How could this possibly be happening?Karma couldn’t be this cruel.How in the world could I be an empathetic abuse counselor to the cocky Pearson West who destroyed my life?I would rather become an addict myself, or better yet, strangle him first.
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“Excuse me?” I wanted to lunge at the bastard and punch his face in. Oh my God, he was creating feelings of intense violence in me. I fisted my hands in my lap.
“Your marriage failed, and I happened to be the attorney your husband hired. If you had hired me, things would’ve turned out differently. I’m not the one to blame here. I was only doing my job.” He said it so matter-of-factly, I wanted to scream.
“Yes, and now my daughter is suffering because of it,” I said through clenched teeth.
He steepled his fingers and stared a hole through me. The weight of his gaze set my skin on fire, not to mention my temper. “Let me get this straight. Your ex was awarded custody and now you’re blaming me because your daughter’s behaving differently. Is that correct?”
“Yes. No! He didn’t deserve custody.”
“Well, he must have if he got it.” His arrogant attitude was my breaking point.
“Why you ass—” I leaped to my feet coming to stand directly in front of him with balled fists.
