My husband sits at the dining table writing his reports and I sit in my study not knowing really what I'm doing. He works so hard but he always makes time for the twins.
I am a lucky woman.
We've been married for 6 years and we are still in love. Best friends and lovers.
I miss my family back home in **** they don't understand why we haven't returned to visit them. They miss the twins. They miss us.
They don't understand that we need that space from them and that small town we both come from. That some confined space where we have to be what people have always thought we were.
Dan, the unreliable son. Me - the crazy girl who burnt down her cousin's barnyard. That was 18 years ago but they still remember.
I do miss home sometimes. I miss the stone house Pop built for Nan. I miss being able to jump on the harley and ride around town knowing that I can drop into anyones house for a cold drink on a summer's day.
But this is our life at the moment.
I have a deadline for the magazine. This week's topic: Gourmet Potato recipes for under $5.
