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Alan let out a choice curse word. "What the hell's wrong with me?" he muttered to the empty interior of the old car. He had turned the wrong way. This was the way to his house. Scratch that, his wife's house. Scratch that too, his ex-wife's house.

How had it come to this? He still couldn't believe Lindsey went through with the divorce. He thought they'd separate for a while until she cooled down and eventually she'd take him back. Problem was she never did cool down. She was still blazing mad even with all his coaxing, expensive gifts and sincere apologies. He didn't get it. She never had been fussed much about the other women so why this time? Why was Melissa Spencer the last straw? The excuse Lindsey gave him made no sense. So what if Melissa was married? What difference did that make?

Lindsey knew all along he liked the ladies but she also should know it didn't mean anything. He only loved her after all. It was just sex, barely more than exercise and often less than that when the gals did all the work. Why couldn't she see that? He just couldn't figure it out.

"Oh, well, since I'm here..." he mumbled, hope firing up his insides. He might get to see the kids. Even just a glimpse was better than nothing. He continued down the same road he'd traveled for ten solid years. Ten years minus the last eleven months, that is. He noticed the county had finally paved the road. Good thing. It had really needed it. Someone must have complained enough.

He slowed down to get a good look at the house. The paint was peeling a bit. He should get some paint and come over on the weekend. Maybe then he could sneak his way into Lindsey's good graces again. He thought about pulling into the drive but what if it caused a scene? They weren't expecting him. The kids had been through hell. He really didn't want to do any further damage though he heard they had adjusted well. What that meant he didn't really know nor did he think he wanted to.

That's his car in the driveway. He gave it to Lindsey as an I'm-sorry-I-screwed-up-please- forgive-me present. Hadn't worked but at least she had something reliable to run the kids around in.

Alan suddenly smiled. He spotted his silly, drooling dog laying just under the shade of the massive Silver Maple he planted by the fence not long after they moved in. The baby swing still hung from it. He recalled pushing the kids on it when they were tiny. A lump formed in his throat and his eyes stung. He had been such a fool taking it all for granted.

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