Hes always treated me and Thomas like his own sons, its a shame, he and my mom divorced last year. I remember when my mom used to take me to his house...and dump me on the couch while they had sex. It was only a matter of time before she left my dad for him. After they got married, he made her a partner in his real estate business, and after a while, she left to start her own real estate business and dumped him. Needless to say, shes a people user and a huge bitch. I really consider Ben to be my. Well, the day just got immensely worse. The stove stopped working and when we called the in-laws they blamed it all on me and caused Sarah to break down and run into the bedroom crying. I grabbed the phone and told the jerks that as far as I was concerned they would never again get another invite to our house. I considered them persona-non-grata in my presence. I told them that if Sarah wanted to visit them she would be on her own, I would not allow the kids near them.Then I hung up and went to. "Happy Birthday, Cindy" I spoke as I unfurled the blanket and spread it on the ground. My words almost sticking in my throat, as I lowered myself down on the blanket. Opening the cooler, I retrieved the bottle and two flutes. Each glass was etched with our names. With the bottle opened and the drinks poured, I placed Cindy's as I always did at the base of her stone. Then with reluctance, I began to say my farewell to Cindy. "Cindy, you know I love you. I always will. Nothing will ever change. It figured. So perfect even the usual maladies ofmortal women were alien to her.I assured her there was nothing to worry about. It seemed to assure herand the rest of the flight went by without incident.A few days later I was up getting breakfast. Buffy hadn't yet woken,which was unusual as it was past 10am. She wasn't a clubber and despitealways getting her eight hours of sleep, was usually up before 8am,ready for her morning gym visit and a healthy, well-balanced breakfast.She emerged from.