For the second time that day I found myself having to deal with my ex, a situation that was known to put me in a fucked up mood.

“Deanna is Holly awake?”

“Yes, why?”

“Tell her I’m coming to get her…”

“”Why what’s going on? it’s not your weekend.”

“Don’t be stupid, just have her dressed and ready when I get there.”

“Why? tell me what’s going on.”

There was really no point in hiding the shit, she’d ...