Chap. 2
Agggghhh, Brooklyn is so gross, I know that Lindsey loves it wit her 11 kids and whatever, but no way in hell am I ever gonna move here. Too many hipsters walking around, I mean does no one here have a job.
"Gretch, what the hell are you gonna do" Lindsey sits down with our coffee, well my coffee, her extra chai mocha cinnamon latte with extra strawberry whipped cream. What did I say , hipsters galore. Despite the multitudes of carb-filled 'coffees' and pushing those kids out, Lindsey still has the perfect bod, so unfair, genetics suck, I actually have to work out if I want to fit into my clothes.
"Lindsey, what am I supposed to do, go back to him, he's some looser son of bitch who cheated on me with TWO women"
"i'm not saying that you should go back to him, but he literally has all your money"
"No, he signed the prenup"
"okay, but you know he will take you to court he is a shark, do you really want to deal with all of that?"
"Oh Shit, why did this have to happen to me. Is it so unrealistic to think I might have found an actually good guy"
"Come on now, I found Charles"
"Yeah I remember that, we move to New York to be cool single girls, and our second time out and you meet Charles, the 49 year old banker"
"Why do you hate him so much, he's a good guy"
"He is lame as hell, good guy or not"
"You live in Brooklyn, your a stay at home mom, you have an Oxford law degree. He made you lame, you where a kick ass lawyer until you met him"
"I'm happy, I don't see what's wrong with any of that"
"You just don't seem happy, that's all"
"Well I am, I promise"
"All right I have to go, bye"
"Bye" Lindsey leans in for a hug, I know she's not happy, My life is falling apart, but that's way better than being trapped.
I don't know what I am gonna do, but I promise it cannot be anything that traps me into a life I know I never wanted, I cannot become just another Lindsey
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