The judge just wants to find out what’s keeping things from moving forward.”Danielle and I both shrugged. “Maybe I should contact Mr. Bullington...and ask him?” I asked.Terri looked at me for a second. “It’s probably the only way we’ll find out what he’s up to before the meeting.” Then she pulled out her phone, scrolled through her list of contacts, and punched up his number. She set the phone on the table and hit the button for speaker.“Bullington here,” he said by way of answer. “How can I help. . there!" My armpits?" No! Lower..." My legs?"I realized she was pulling my leg, tricking me into saying exactly what I meant. She was definitely her mother's daughter, alright. Jamie had always managed to wrap me around her pinkie. "No, between them?" Between my legs?" she acted puzzled, then enlightened. "Oh, you mean my boyfriend?"It took me a full second for the humor in her answer to strike me, and I laughed when I understood. She joined me in my laughter. "Good one," I admitted, "But that. He swooped in and taught me how to love myself. I was always grateful for that. Micah was handsome, kind, charming, goofy and everybody loved him. He was working his ass off at two jobs so I could work on opening my own business venture from home. I reminded myself that I was so lucky to have him as my husband. I didn’t want to blow it. But then I acknowledged that part of me was craving something new and exciting, something a little dangerous. I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind. I had. It was then I heard the door. She was trying to push it open. Fearfully, I listened to her efforts. She called out my name: “Matt, open this door! …..Now!” I ignored her. At a few minutes of futile effort, I finally heard her move away. Now, lying under the blankets, I could only reflect on this new turn of events. I regretted saying what I did to my mother, but also wished it had had a different outcome. The fear of what might happen started me crying again. Well, more whimpering really. I.