"No, but I think you deserve something more than this and if you don't tell yourself that, you would never care how you get treated. When a man does not love you he isn't bound or obligated to put you first, he'll put himself and his needs first and you have to accept it or deal with it."
"Where are you?" Bethany demands over the phone, "we are almost leaving and the kids haven't seen you yet."
After waiting and listening for a while, she rolls her eyes. "No don't give me the bullshit excuse called work 'cause we both know that is not it."
"Good better gets your ass here or I'm gonna have to come and drag it from where ever you are." After the hard threat, she ends the call and turns to me with a mischievous look, "He's on his way."
I give her a sceptical look, as I approach my make-up mirror where she's standing, "Are you sure?"