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Chapter One
Harper
My parents are seriously relationship goals. My whole life, I have looked up to them and their relationship. I used to dream about finding a man just like my dad.
Hold on, that came out wrong. I dreamt about finding a man who would treat me, like my dad treats my mom.
Seriously, he takes her car to the car wash every Sunday before church, gets it cleaned out, then takes it to the gas station to ensure it has a full tank. In the winter, he heads out to remove the snow from her car and starts it for her so it’s not cold when she gets in to go to work. He makes sure the coffee pot is filled and sets the timer the night before so when my mom gets up stupidly early to read, she can enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee.
And don't get me wrong, my mom is a total doting wife. She makes my dad breakfast every morning and packs him lunch for work. When she comes home, she starts cooking dinner so it's ready and, on the table, when my dad walks through the front door. His clothes are washed, dried, ironed and hung in his closet weekly. She also makes his favorite meal every Friday night and watches all the action movies he loves, even though she doesn't like them. They wash the dishes after dinner together and talk about their day. It's so freakin’ adorable.
So, imagine my surprise when I, their only child, go home to Rhode Island for a weekend visit and discover they are selling my childhood home to travel separately. All because they feel their lives are boring and want to mix things up.
Why travel separately you ask? Because they want to, and I quote,"see what other flavors of life are out there."
Yup. My dad basically told me, he and my mom wanted to fuck other people.
Don't worry; they reassured me they weren’t getting divorced, just"spicing things up."
And what was worse, even after I told them, "Cool have fun," because I didn't want to hear anymore…they kept trying to share details of what they wanted to do. Sexually and site seeing.
Vomit.
No child wants to hear any information regarding their parents' sex life. As far as I was concerned, my parents didn't do sex. Nope, I was dropped off on their porch by a stork.
Needless to say, I did not stay the whole weekend and hopped on the first train back to Boston. Which was why I was currently sending my boyfriend, whom I live with, a text saying I would be ruining his guys’ weekend.
Me:
Hey Babe! Change of plans… I'm on my way home. Sorry to crash your guys' weekend. I'll be scarce and hide in the room. You and Peter won't even know I'm there. See you soon. Love you.
(Red heart emoji)
Theo and I had been together for fifteen months. He came into my bakery, Sweet Treats, one day and we flirted a little. Every day for two weeks Theo came in and we chatted before I finally had enough courage to ask him on a date. I could tell he was shy and honestly, it was the twenty-first century, women could ask men out, so I did. He said yes, and we went to dinner and played mini golf. It turned out to be a real fun night.
Fast track to a few months ago when he suggested moving in together. My lease was up and he said it would be financially better for us to live together to save money. I had to contain myself because I was pretty sure he wanted to save money to buy me a ring.
I waited a few minutes for his response to my text but didn’t get one. I mumbled, "He's probably watching a movie."
At least two times a week Theo went to his best friend, Peter's apartment, to watch movies. A few months back they came up with a list of films neither had seen and had been checking them off like crazy. They also work together so I assumed they spent all day coming up with movies to add to their never-ending stupid list. I swear, Peter saw my boyfriend more than I did and I lived with the guy.
I closed out my text message thread with Theo and opened my thread with my best friend Micah.
Me:
You will NEVER guess what happened to me this weekend.
Micah:
Well, the weekend just started…because it's Saturday morning...
Me:
Fine. You will never guess what happened to me last night.
Micah:
Better. What happened?
