The Days of Our Lives...
A lot has changed since you last caught up on my family. Here's the update...
Erin and I now have three beautiful daughters: triplets. Alexa, Jenny and Natasha are the joys of my life. Seriously - I thought Erin was fabulous (and more on her flaming journey to you-know-where later) - but she has nothing on these three gorgeous girls. It was a hard time when they were small and I was working long hours at the restaurant. I missed being there for a lot of late-night feedings and changings. I missed walking and talking and all those fun things that come with kids.
Maybe that was part of why I missed the major warning signs with Erin. I was never home to see that this friend of hers was staying longer and later, that he was sitting just a little too close to her and that eventually, he would take my place. At first, I believed her when she said that he was down on his luck and needed somewhere to crash for a few months while he got back on his feet.
And then one day, I figured it out. He had no interest in being a productive and contributing member of the household: he was interested in the free ride I was giving him to bed my wife. My wife. She cried and made excuses and tried to blow it off for a long time. She made accusations and tried to tell me that she thought I had understood what she had meant when Shawn moved in.
But when they started squealing over a new baby on the way, that was the last straw for me. I don't need my girls learning that you can mooch off others to survive your entire life, because you can't. Their mother was little more than a con artist: I'm half-tempted to go find out from the police department if they've done this before, or if I'm going to be the first in a long line of men being duped.