When I look around all I see are couples and weather they are happy or not, they are still together. I can’t help but believe that this, any of this...would be better than the emptiness that consumes my life. so now as I sit here and look around I can’t help but ask myself how I got to this point… what happened to me… I don’t think that I’m anything like most of the women who are sitting in this room, waiting for the little bell to ring signalling the start of my first and I hope last speed. Reema looked around her slowly, so this was to be her home now. She sighed, looking around herself, her big brown eyes as wide as beli fruit as she took in her new home. This was to be her quarters, or that was what her new husband Amit had told her as he’d led her in here. They had been married just an hour ago, and Reema had been shocked at how anxious her new husband was to get her back here to his home. Shocked and confused she had nevertheless departed from the Rukhsat ceremony and come. My wife of twelve years had just presented me with the paperwork for a divorce, and adoption forms for my three kids!My son Devin looked at me with this little smirk on his face. Devin was ten years old. Joy, my daughter, didn't even bother to look at me. She was nine and was too busy listening to her Ipod to feel anything about losing her father. Patrick, my seven-year-old, was the only one who had anything to say."Daddy, Jeff has a big house and we like him," Patrick explained, as if that. Also sometimes he would jump up on my legs and hump like crazy. Upon realizing that Silky is now a mature dog I thought about him and sex and I just let things continue.One afternoon after work I got my groceries and when I arrived home I fed Silky and went off to get a shower and came back down wrapped in my towel. As I was getting myself a beer to go to my room I slipped and fell and down came some of my groceries with me that was on my table and my towel came off and I fell on my ass unto of.